A Spanking Becomes More Humiliating When Aunt Kay Watches
He was seated at the table, sipping coffee, while talking to Aunt Kay.
“Did you sleep well?” Kay asked.
“Yes, quite well….”
“Anything special you want to do while you’re…”
He is interrupted by his wife (Merry’s) voice, which gets louder as she approaches.
“SHILO! You did not make the bed, and your underwear and socks on the floor …AGAIN.”
He makes a face, and blurts out, “Do you HAVE to be a FUCKING NAG wherever we go?”
She walked in, a cool and angry look on her face.
She said, slowly and calmly, “I do not tolerate that disrespect EVER, no matter where we are…. GO to our room, get your clothes off, get the long paddle out, put it on the bed, and get into position.”
He looks at her, in some surprise, his mouth opens as if to say something, then she said, loudly, “NOW!”
He got up, and walked quickly down the hall.
She said to Kay, “As you heard me say, I do not tolerate disrespect from him. He is about to get his bottom paddled, quite hard.”
Kay nods, and said, “I understand completely. But… you brought a paddle with you?”
Merry smiled, slightly and said, “Several, actually… so, would you like to watch my naked husband receive a spanking?”
“Naked?” was Kay’s surprised question.
“Yes, I always make him get naked for spankings.”
“Well, if you don’t think he will mind.”
“Oh, I think he WILL mind, and that’s the point, isn’t it?”
With a chuckle, Kay said, “Yes, I suppose so. Okay then.”
They walked down the hallway, with Merry leading the way. She opened the door to the bedroom.
There he was, naked, Face Down and Ass up, kneeling on the bed, long paddle next to him. He looked up, chagrined. “Aunt Kay? No, please don’t let her….”
“You have no say in the matter,” stated Merry, going behind him, and she picked up the 24″ long solid bamboo paddle.
“You will count. For each odd number, you will say, I am sorry. For each even number, you will say, I will be respectful. Begin.”
She swatted, and he moaned, and grunted, “I am sorry, ONE.” Then, “I will be respectful, TWO.”
The paddling continued, through forty swats.
“Now get up, go to the wall, right there, hands on your head, while you repeat both sentences over and over.”
He went to the wall, his buttocks blushing a deep red, and repeated “I am sorry. I will be respectful.”
Merry said to Kay, “And that’s how I teach a naughty boy a lesson.”
Aunt Kay replied, “Makes sense to me.”
His right hand dropped down to rub a sore buttock.
Merry spotted it and exclaimed, “What are you doing!? You know you are not allowed to rub.”
From the suitcase, she grabbed the medium wooden holey paddle, and snatched a chair, and turned it around. Then she grabbed him by the ear, pulled him to the chair, and barked, “Bend over this right now!”
He did so.
Merry ordered, “Repeat: I will not rub, while you count.”
She swatted, he groaned, and chocked out, ‘I will not rub, ONE.’
She continued swatting, to fifty hard smacks.
Then she went to the suitcase, pulled out the heavy wooden spoon, went back to him, and said, “Stand straight up, hands on your head.”
She applied fifty rapid smacks to his bottom, too fast for him to count, while he danced from one foot to the other, and grunted and moaned.
“Get to the wall. Now you have three things to repeat.”
He went to the wall, hands clasped behind his neck and he began saying. “I am sorry. I will be respectful. I will not rub….”
Merry said to Kay, “All this, and I haven’t had my first cup of coffee yet. Is there any left?”
“Of course,” said Aunt Kay.
“Let’s go, I need one. I’ll come back to check on him later.”