An Aunt Knows How to Relieve A Nephew’s Stress
Demands of my job took me back to my hometown from years ago.
While there, I looked up one of my father’s sisters, who was retired from a long career as a school teacher, and had never married, and lived alone.
It was my intention, and prior agreement, that I was going to stay the night.
She welcomed me into the house, and asked, “Can I get you a drink?”
“A double vodka, maybe a triple,” I said, very tiredly.
“What’s the matter? You seem … really tired.”
“Tired, yeah. But, really really stressed out. My job right now is going to the various branches of my company, and giving employees their pink notices. I’m just … soooo stressed.”
“I can help you, if you’re willing.”
I looked at her, appraisingly. I was confident, she was not offering … well, that… So I really had no idea, and said, “Yeah, sure.”
“You’ll do as I say, no question?”
I looked at her, and said slowly, “Within … reason.”
“I assure you, I won’t ask you to walk out into traffic wearing a blindfold, or jump off the roof of the house, with paper wings. Your father would probably get upset with me.”
“Mmmph, yeah, yeah. Okay, then.”
“Okay. So…” She stepped out of the room, and returned, carrying a leather strap. “Now, stand up…. And strip, down to your socks and underwear.”
I looked straight at her a moment, then sighed, and mumbled, “Oh what the hell…”, and I started undressing, then stood still, in tighty whitey briefs and white crew socks.
“Turn around and face the easy chair, kneel down in front of it, bend at the waist, your torso on the chair… okay, these come down…” and she pulled my briefs down to my knees, and continued, “Reach down and pull your genitalia to your front, and close your legs, hitting those accidentally would not produce the desired result … okay, here we go.”
She stood, and began slowly and lightly smacking my buttocks with the strap. As the heat started to build up, she smacked a little faster, a little harder, and I started wiggling my hips just so, left to right to left.
It hurt, but … it didn’t hurt.
After fifteen minutes, she said, “Your buttocks have probably gone numb, so a short cooling off period is good. Stand up … let the briefs fall down … turn the chair around, and bend over the back of it, your hands on the seat of the chair. Stay there a few minutes, you still need to cool off a little, I’ll be back soon.”
I remained in position, and heard her receding footsteps.
After a few minutes, the footsteps returned. She stopped behind me.
The strap landed across my buttocks, a bit harder than it started out before, enough to make me grunt. The whaps came a little faster, and harder, and I began moaning and grunting at each stroke.
When she stopped, I was panting for breath.
“Now, take another little cooling off period, which you can do while lying face down on the day bed I set up over there.”
I went to the bed, and lay down on it, face down.
After a few minutes, she came up behind and beside me and said, “To continue…”
The strap landed medium hard on my buttocks, and many more strokes fell in rapid succession. After twenty, she paused long enough to switch what side of me she stood, and switch hands holding the strap, and she continued with another twenty strokes. Then she stopped, changed sides of me, and hands, and landed another twenty, then she changed sides and hands for another twenty.
My butt was throbbing, really burning, and I was gasping in one long, low, guttural “…ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…..”
“Put your hands and arms down, and hold onto the bed legs, for this last group,” she said.
I did, and she landed thirty strokes, very hard, and as fast as she could swing the strap down on my buttocks, pull it up, and bring it down again.
I grunted, “Uh…UH…UHHH…UHHHH….”
She stopped, and I panted, “Uh huh uh huh uh huh….”
She left alone a few minutes, then said, “Turn over.”
I did, and she opened my legs, knelt on the bed between them, and lifted my legs, in a diaper position. She began stroking my penis with her left hand and pushed her gloved right hand between my cheeks, and her index and middle fingers slide into my anus.
Her fingers slid in and out of my butthole, while she stroked up and down my hard shaft, as I moaned, “OhhhhOHHHH….” And right at the brink, when was about to blow, she stopped … all motion.
I whispered, “Oh please, please….”
“Not just yet, “ she said chuckling. She stood up, and said, “Roll over, on your stomach again.”
I did so, and saw the long cane she was holding.
“Grab the bed legs,” she said, and she began striking the back of my thighs, the low curves of my buttocks, the middle of my buttocks … hard and fast, fifty strokes, and my opening moans became one long shriek of pain, “Aaaaaaaiiighhhaiiiiohhhhhhhchooooooohhhh….”
She stopped, put down the cane, and knelt down, and massaged my cheeks with her hands, letting her fingers find their way back into my butthole, massaging my prostate.
“Up, on your knees, butt up, legs spread, and keep your head down.”
I pushed myself up.
Her fingers stayed in my anus, and her other hand began stroking up and down on my penis, slowly, then fast, then stopping altogether, then starting again, then stopping, long enough for her to produce a condom and pull it over my penis.
She began again, her fingers in my asshole moving in and out faster, her other hand sliding up and down my cock, fast then slow then fast then slow, then fast and fast and fast….
And I gasped and shook and groaned, “OOOHhhhhh OHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
And I ejaculated and spewed a huge load into the sheath on my cock.
She withdrew her fingers from my anus, and peeled the condom from my penis, and said, “We’ll save this for later … I’m thinking, you’re probably ready for a bit of a nap now, so I’ll show you to your room.”
She was right.
Feeling VERY relaxed, I followed her to the guest room, and still wearing socks and nothing else, I crept under the covers, and fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.