(Second part of a story I wrote a few months ago, the first part is here )
The fear of being subjected to corporal punishment makes its way into my thoughts so that, in the interminable minutes in which Aunt Adele is absent, I can not think of anything else. Spanking I received, has been the last two or three years ago, my parents. But he always treated isolated incidents, often a few pats on the butt enough to make me want to go to discuss or make a fuss about something. Now it's different, I can feel it: the aunt is not as forgiving, and when abuses His patience-l 'has repeatedly-is relentless. The idea of \u200b\u200bbeing punished like a little child gives me the sick, and yet I can not do anything. Just wait and hope I do not even know what. What a shame. Other and I spend long minutes, staring at my math book, but are still as a statue inside me shook like a stormy sea. I hear heavy footsteps on the stairs, there she is. I shudder when I see the hairbrush in his hand, and I understand immediately what I expected. She talks to herself in a very angry tone, aloud. "It 's something unacceptable! And I'm wasting my time when he thinks a. .. toccarselo think, here! A good spanking will not give them any leverage, this time! See! Ah, if you will! Who knows, you learn to behave well. "Then he comes, takes her chair, moves backwards and sits with his back to the table." Come on Andrew, if you do not want to waste my time and anger and get more take off your shorts on my knees. "He beat his right hand on his thigh, while his left hand holding the brush. I stand hesitant, walk away the chair and whined, saying it would not have done more." On not making unnecessary scenes, Andrea! You know very well that now take, force come here! "He said in an authoritarian tone. I turn my head away, scowling. Mentally curse the moment when I thought I would touch me, in spite of having to know pay attention to his lecture. I am about to go away, I do not even know where, but after a few steps I feel his hand tighten and pull my left ear and ricondurmi to his chair. With a quick movement she drops her shorts, sits down and places me on his knee. Just like a child, I deserve to get my lost without doing anything.
try to break free from the grip of his left arm, my back pressing hard against her knees, but it is useless. Not even when I was a kid of four years my mother would be able to immobilize me to play so well. After a last cry, I understand that there is nothing really to do: the first falls on spanking my ass covered only by the white slip. There followed six or seven, one after the other. I'm not accusing still shots, and I'm a little relieved. Despite the embarrassment of being in that position, I can count on at least some resistance. I would not have seen whining like a little boy, anyway. Unfortunately underestimate my position: the aunt not to notice it takes a lot of my initial indifference to his shots, and that takes a few seconds to drop her pants too, without any hesitation, after announcing that a good spanking should be given as it must, that is without any protection. A shiver through my spine when I hear his fingers under the elastic of my panties. The slip on my pants legs above the knees. Dropped the last bastion of my resistance, now I feel totally submissive to his authority with the mother while I find myself sitting naked in the air on his knees, prey to its sound spanking. The shots alternate with the rhythm, and she sometimes above my groans of pain with his impressive voice and determined. I am the lecture, saying that certain things will not do it anywhere, even more so that I did not have her there with her, I was a big rude, I did not know what they were good manners, I was still a child who had be punished to learn the lesson. I try to bargain, begging from the bottom of my condition. I tell her to stop, I say he's right, I was immature as a child, but I learned my lesson, I will not say more. She says she does not want calm but commanding listen to reason. Then turn up the tone, as amused. "Look, the ass is getting red. Te I will become as red as a tomato, then you can go. But not before then. You'll have your lesson to the end."
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I do not know how I've taken, certainly many, the fact is that they are still on his knees, his ass open, and she seems to have no intention to stop spanking. His left hand, then takes the first close brush that had frightened me, and now, even more, scares me. "We can go to the brush, now that I got a bit heated '" he announces. I shudder. It burns my ass to death, and I'm to hold back her tears and sobs to maintain a minimum of dignity. Just a couple of brush strokes, however, to make me burst out crying like a naughty child who receives the first spanking from her mother. She continues unabated, it strikes me with the brush still about twenty times and then goes back to his left hand, still hold on to me. My ass must be very red at this point, and also my face is no exception. The embarrassment you paint chubby on my face, copious tears gush from my eyes, runny snot from my nose while sudo everywhere. Slowly, fortunately, the pace of the shots decreases, until his hand stopped at some point. I'm still frantically moving his legs, arms, I'm still twitching in a vain attempt to escape his control. I'm still crying and sobbing blatantly while she silently stop spanking. Then he starts to talk, says he hopes that I have learned a lesson and a thousand other words that I can not hear because they are immersed in an ocean of pain and, paradoxically, I'm trying the greatest pleasure that I have ever experience in my life. The pleasure of returning to a small child, to entrust my body completely to another person, to feel his hand on my butt. I'm crying from the pain and despair at the same time, I can not control a great feeling of pleasure. When I get up I can still face streaked with tears and sobbing, I say I learned my lesson. She nods her head in approval and says that if I had not learned it would have had no problems to give me another review. After a few seconds of silence the bell rings. She accompanies me in the corner, there-tell me-will I be a good quarter of an hour on his ass naked, then heads for the door.
continues
