Aunt Karen stood me up and gave me a nice long hug for about a minute, telling me why she had spanked me, and that she loved me. I said I loved her too and thanked her for spanking me. Then she took off my shirt and put my boxers on, and put my pants and shirt in the laundry. I was asleep when my mom came home. As she promised, my aunt didn’t mention anything about spanking me, just telling my mother that I was down for a nice nap. I waited, and finally she walked in with her pink slipper. She told me she was going to give me a hard spanking. This excited me – a 14-year-old boy about to get spanked by my pretty aunt. I hadn’t really been spanked before that, as far as I can remember.

What did you say to me?” I repeated what I had said and she yelled at me, telling me I was in her house and that she was going to punish me. I thought she was just going to tell my mother and have her deal with it, which I knew would be worse. After about a half hour alone together, we were having a good conversation when my aunt asked me about my grades in school – which were bad. From what I remember I think it was one F, one D and the rest Cs. Well... thanks for your perspective. With all due respect, the severity of a spanking, I deliver for a client, is dependent on the tolerance of the specific client and/or what type of spanking they deserve. I'm sure you have your own methods, however, I spank a variety of people and have found that what is and what isn't a "total waste" is different for each individual. To each her/his own. If it is part of a behavior plan, a punishment session is very different.Aunt Karen sat on the bed and told me to come to her. She then told me she was doing this because she loved me and wanted to teach me a lesson. She had no kids, so she wasn’t very experienced, but she told me she was going to spank me the way her mother did her and my mom. She then started unsnapping my pants and pulled them down, then told me to step out of them. Next, she pulled down my boxers and again told me to step out. My aunt hadn’t really seen me naked since I was a baby, but I didn’t mind because I knew it was just between me and her.

She then gave me the choice – to have my mother punish me, or her do it herself and not tell my mother. I told her that she could punish me. She replied: “OK then, go to my room and I will be there in a minute.”