I was eleven years old when I had to go and live with my Auntie Jean and
Uncle Jack and my two cousins, Susan and Claire. My parents had both died
suddenly in an accident and as my aunt and uncle were my godparents as well
they agreed to assume their responsibility and bring me up as their own as
soon as everything was settled.
Auntie Jean was very strict and used to give me a smack on the hand, or the
backs of my legs if ever I over-stepped the mark or didn't do as I was
told. My first experience of a proper spanking though, didn't happen until
I was twelve. My aunt got me across her lap and spanked me over my
navy-blue knickers. To be honest, it didn't hurt that much and I think she
knew it because the next time it happened she made me take them off and
really went to town on me. That was one spanking I never forgot, I can tell
you.
I was mortified that she should see my private parts and I tried to cover
up. But she yanked my hands away and made me stand there in front of her
while she looked me up and down.
By the time I reached thirteen I was just about starting to get pubic hair
down there, light and downy. I was still receiving spankings and if
anything more frequently. I didn't dare tell any of this to my school
friends. I would never have lived it down.
Having my aunt looking at my bits and pieces really embarrassed me at the
time, but I have to admit I also felt kind of aroused as well.
>From then on she would make me stand in front of her and order me to take
my clothes off. Sometimes when I was up over her knee I could feel her long
dark hair tickling my bottom. She would do this on purpose I'm sure, at
first letting it swish lightly over my skin, then she would give me a few
slaps, then the `tickling-hair' treatment again, and so-on.
I began to enjoy these punishments, although we both maintained a kind of
pretend ignorance of what was really going on. It was all a ruse. I think
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