Cousins spanked

Here is another real life account froma young women called Sandy from a couple of years ago.

I am 27 years old and moved from my home town, last summer. I was fortunate enough to have an Aunt living in the town that I moved to. She is letting me stay with her while I get on my feet. Aunt Janet has twin daughters, Donna and Darla who are going to college and still living at home. They are 21 and both still get spanked when they misbehave. I have always had a hidden fetish for spanking, and it really intrigued me when I discovered that my cousins got their backsides blistered when they misbehaved. I was anxious to maybe hear one of those punishment sessions. My Aunt knew that I was never spanked at home growing up by either my Father (her brother) of my mother, so I wasn’t threatened with being spanked if I stepped out of line, when I first moved in.

Aunt Janet is 43 years old, but she looks about 15 years younger, she is very attractive and in good shape. She looks more like a sister of her daughters rather than their mother. She is very nice and fun loving, but her daughters know that if they step out of line, their bare bottoms will feel the power of her wooden paddle. Since I have been staying there, up until last week Darla had managed to get only one spanking, to which I was out ot the house, and heard about later. Donna hadn’t gotten any at all, and now I can see why either girl very rarely puts themselves in a position where their mother has to spank them, be- cause that paddle of hers really hurts, I know that first hand now, and I will explain why.

Last Friday night I went out partying with my two cousins and we were out quite late. It got to be close to 2 am,, which was their curfew, and they wanted to leave the club that we were at. I told them that their mother knew that they were out with me, so I don’t think she would mind if they were a little late in coming home. I didn’t want to call her, and take the chance of waking her up, big mistake, she was wide awake, wondering where her daughters and I were. When we got home a little after 3 am. she wasn’t too happy, but she was calm, and said that she felt relieved that we were safe, because she was really worried about us. She then told us that we had better get to bed because it was so late, and that she would discuss the matter in the morning with us.

By the time I got up the Saturday it was almost noon, my cousins had already been up for awhile. They told me that their mother had already a long talk with them, and that they were going to be spanked for coming in past their curfew. I was really upset about that, so I rushed down to talk to my Aunt Janet as she was just about ready to leave to go shopping. I told her that it was my fault, and that the girls shouldn’t be punished for something that I told them would be ok. With that, Aunt Janet sternly told me that I was wrong for doing so, and that if she had her way, I would be spanked also. When she said that, I felt many different feelings run through me, fear, excitement, wonder, and mostly the desire to actually get a real spanking, surfaced again. . I then gulped really hard, and said that I would feel bad if the girls got spanked something that I was responsible for, so I nervously told her that I would accept the same punishment. My Aunt then said, very well, but the punishment was going to be pretty severe, probably 30 whacks or more on the bare butt with her paddle. I gulped again, and hoarsely said that if that’s what she felt was deserved, then I would accept it. She then told me that she would be back in about four hours, and the spankings would take place then.

For the next four hours or so I was really nervous, as I tried to busy myself around the house. I told my cousins that I was going to accept a spanking also, because of the guilt I felt for getting them in trouble. They thought that was noble of me, but questioned if I actually knew what I was getting myself into, because their mother’s paddlings produced a lot of blistering pain.

When Aunt Janet came home a little four hours later, she yelled for us to meet her in the den. When we arrived in the Den, Aunt Janet was standing there with her paddle in her hand, I then became very nervous and scared. She didn’t give us much time to think, she just said that we knew what we were there to be spanked for. She then told Donna to pull her jeans and panties down, and to bend over the back of the couch. Once Donna was in place, Aunt Janet started laying on the whacks,. I was in a trance as I saw the searing whacks hit hard on Donna’s fanny, knowing that

I was next. After ten swats were laid on, she gave Donna a brief rest to rub her sore backside, and then motioned me to drop my drawers and my underwear, and then to bend over the couch.

When my Aunt Janet started whacking my bare ass, it felt like my bottom was having a hot branding iron put to it. I have never ever felt so much pain, it was just awful. When she was done with my ten whacks, and then had Darla in position for her ten hits, my mind was a blank and I was oblivious to everything, as I tried to massage my stinging backside. Before I knew it, Donna had got her second ten swats, and I reluctantly went in position for my next ten hits. The next ten produced some crying out by me, and I started to lightly cry, my rump really hurt. After Donna had received her ten spanks with the paddle, all three of us were told to stand against the wall with our hands on our heads. I was thankful for the break before we got our last ten whacks, I was beside myself with pain. Aunt Janet asked us all if we would ever ignore the curfew that she had set for the household. Almost in unison, we all said, “no ma’ am”. Then she came up behind each of us and gave us four whacks at a time, to which we tried to dance out of the way with each it, because by now the pain was just about unbearable.

When she there was only two whacks left each for us, she had us each touch our toes, she then laid on the final two as hard as she could, saying that these were reminders of what would happen if we ever even thought of disobeying one of her house rules again. Then it was over and we were aloud to clothe our backsides again.

All I have to say when I think of the spanking that I got almost a week ago now is, “OUCH”, wow did that spanking ever hurt. My butt is just getting over that spanking session. I have rubbed my bottom every day this week. A spanking like that makes you very conscious of a part of the body that you usually take for granted, I did realize the presence of my ass all this week, I can tell you that. Hopefully I won’t ever have to go through with one of Aunt Janet’s spankings ever again.