My Aunt And I_(1)

When I was 7, I received my first spanking. I had done some fairly innocuous child-like thing, perhaps forgetting to put my toys away properly, or I had perhaps made a mess. My mother explained what I had done wrong, and then told me I was going to be punished for it. She put me over her knee and swatted me a few times on the rear before releasing me and hugging me and telling me she loved me and it had hurt her more than me. The memory of that day has been ingrained in my mind.

4 years after that day, my father was killed in a car accident. It was a tragic event that caused grief to everyone that had known him. He was a great man, and will forever be my role model. His death caused my mother to go into a fit of depression, and she eventually committed suicide, amid a mountain of debt and unpaid bills. My father had been the principal earner in the household, and we hadn’t been able to survive without him.

I was placed in the care of my aunt, my mother’s sister, some 10 years younger than she. In fact, as my mother had had me at a young age, my aunt was only 12 years older than I. I was 12, she was 24. However, being sterile herself, she was very happy to provide for me. She had just graduated law school, and begun the busy life of a big-city lawyer. Not a lot of time for me, but that was ok; I was used to taking care of myself.

One thing she did not differ on from my mother was her methods of discipline. As she told me the day I moved in, spankings were very normal, and she was not at all reluctant to administer them. I must have been spanked fifteen times in the first month I was there, getting used to her particular rules.

This was not entirely accidental. As I matured, I began to enjoy being spanked. I found it wonderful to have that much attention lavished upon me, especially as I was not used to it. Having a mother that was too depressed to care for me and an aunt that spent so much of her day working, I had very little attention. I enjoyed the feeling of being pulled into my aunt’s lap, pushed over her knee, and spanked. My aunt, unlike my mother, insisted on pulling my pants down and smacking me on my underwear-covered bottom. I didn’t mind this particularly.

One day, I was doing laundry, as I had completely run out of underwear. I loaded the machine but accidentally put far too much soap in. Figuring it would all just wash away anyway, I started the machine.