The 5 friends
had grown up together in their neighbouring farms . Their two Christian led
mothers were no push over and each of the cousins had been spanked at one time
or another by their mother or by the person they called Aunt in the case of the
They had roamed the countryside for hours on end and enjoyed
their childhood freedoms. Only when they had got up to some mischief had they
been brought to task and punished. This was generally over quickly and there
were never any grudges or sullen looks,. Either singly or in a group the
children were lined up, pants or knickers taken down and then over the lap of
whichever Mom had discovered the misbehaviour or prank. After a dozen or more
swats with a hairbrush or wooden spoon it was "pull your pants
up" time and you were free to go.
Alice and Susie were Aunt Kate's children and Annette, Sally and Martin
were Sarah's three in that order of age. They were constantly in and out
of each other's house and it did not occur to them that they should knock
on either of the farmhouse's back door before dashing in.
The four girls and Martin had played sex
exploration games before advancing into puberty and they had even invented a
spanking game. They would play snakes and ladders and take a spanking or give a
spanking if they went down or up a ladder.
Annette, the oldest of them had brought these playful games to an end, when she
started to see that Martin had a stiffness as his pants were taken down by one
of the girls to give him a spanking.
Martin and the second youngest friend, Susie, the daughter of Aunt Kate, had
played together a few more times when the more bossing Annette had not been around. In
their early teens Martin pulled Susie over the end of the sofa on some pretext
and spanked her over her pants. She giggled and said it had not hurt as
much as her Mom's paddling.
As they moved through their teens Martin and Susie
had found their own interests and done their own thing for a few years
but the attraction between them had remained strong. Their mothers had often
joked that they could see the pair of them marrying.
Martin had no interest in college. All he ever wanted to do was work on
his father's farm. Susie on the other hand was keen to be a scientist so she
studied hard and left for University. They saw each other often between her
semesters and both of them had date friends when they were apart.
When he turned 23 Martin's parents had offered to
retire and pass on shares in their children. His father Ian had become
unwell and after his recovery he no longer wanted the active stress or running
the enterprise. The parents would continue to take a modest income from the
business but Martin would run the farm and his two sisters would have an equal
stake on their parents death but take no income. Instead Annette and
Sally got some cash to help each of them to buy a house.
When all the family affairs were agreed Sarah
and Ian left the UK for a quiet life in Spain and Martin settled down to manage
the farm. Whenever Martin needed advice or help he had turned to Susie's
father, Bob, or Uncle Bob as he called him, and he would often stroll
over to the neighbouring farm in the evening and ask one question or another.
They would invariably share a drink.
One summer evening, on just such a mission, Martin
had entered Aunt Kate's kitchen and finding nobody there he made for the farm
office, a room in the back corner of the house. The previous Saturday when
Susie had come for the weekend she had brought across a meal which her
Mother had cooked for them The pair had talked a lot and Martin had walked
Susie back home and given her a perfunctory kiss on the cheek as they had said
goodbye. Martin had finished off the pie later the next day. Now he was
returning the clean baking dish and he placed it on the kitchen table.
Moving through the kitchen toward Bob's study
he opened the door which led into the hall and stopped in his tracks.
The voice he had heard, said "Five, thank you miss"
Then he heard Aunt Kate speak, Not even
halfway yet Bob. I hope you are sorry for your insolence now. When I tell you that
you should stop drinking when we are with company, then you stop straight away.
You don't go on to have another two glasses of red wine.
Yes ma'am - I am sorry. I will listen to you in
future. I was disrespectful and I am sorry.
The next strokes will get harder until we
get to eighteen. After the paddle your bottom looks very sore already. I hope
this will have the appropriate effect on your behaviour. Lie still and stick
out your bottom nicely.
Martin heard another whizz and pictured his Aunt
with her strong arm swinging through the air. He felt an erection growing in
his pants. The cane whistled and then cracked against the unseen bottom. Martin
suddenly remembered where he was and he knew he had to leave. To get caught
eavesdropping if Aunt Kate came out of the dining room would be much too
awkward to explain.
When he heard the seventh stroke landing on his
Uncle Bob's bare ass, Martin turned and headed quickly out of the house. He
hurried down the track and across the field to his house. He didn't need any
porn to help relax that night. As he lay in bed with a large erection in his
hand his imagination proved to be quite enough stimulus
Two days later Martin knew that Bob would be
heading to the local agricultural market and would be gone for most of
At around 11 that warm summer morning Martin came
in from the yard, showered and dressed in smart trousers and a shirt and a pair
of brogues. He left the house with a spring in his step and arrived at the
neighbouring farm five minutes later. He saw Aunt Kate through the kitchen
window and waved and this time he knocked on the door. Her shout beckoned
Not like you to knock Martin, Kathy said with a smile on her face. You’re
looking very smart for a weekday morning. Are you going somewhere? You do know
that Bob's not here.
Er, yes, I know Auntie that's not why I came.. He shuffled his feet and he felt his face redden
with the awkwardness of the situation. I actually came to talk to
Kate stood there with an inquisitive look on her
Go ahead. Out with it.
Um, well. I came here the other evening and when
no-one was in the kitchen I went through to find Uncle Bob.
You mean last Tuesday?
Yes Aunt Kate . Last Tuesday at around 7 o'clock.
He watched her pick up a bowl from the dresser and
take some flour from the cupboard. Aunt Kate turned with the bowl in her hand
and the flour bag in the other.
Martin stared at the bowl she was holding and
turning in her hand. She was teasing him, making it clear that she knew he
had been here because he had left that damned bowl on the table.
So what is it you wanted to say Martin? Kate had a slight smile on her face as she turned
away to face the sink.
Well, um ,you know when we were young and you used
to spank us ?
Yes I remember Martin, you always seemed to be in
some trouble or other.
And you told us that we should always own up if we
had done something wrong because it would be worse for us if Mum or you found
out later on.
Yes, that would certainly be good advice Martin. I
hope you have always followed it.
Well, I mean, sorry, I, um need to tell you
that I eavesdropped on you and Uncle Bob last Tuesday and I heard you
Aunt Kate sighed as if she was somehow disappointed
but Martin knew she was not surprised because she had worked out that
he must have been in the house that evening.
So you overheard me punishing my
husband. How long did you stay?
For about 4 or 5 strokes Auntie and then I left.
Well that was very unfortunate. I am sure Uncle Bob
and I would have been very annoyed with you if we had caught you being a
Yes Aunt Kate and that's why I came to say how
sorry I am and.. Martin paused and
hung his head looking down at the ground, and I should like you to punish me.
That was it. At last he had made the request. In
all his fantasies about taking more severe spankings from his favourite
Auntie he had thought about having his pants pulled down and his bottom caned
hard. Now here he was, finally asking her for a strict punishment.
Aunt Kate smiled at
his discomfort in finally telling the truth.
Now I understand you Martin
and I think understand why kept trying to get spanked when you were a teenager.
It is not a problem. Plenty of people like to be submissive and others like to
be dominant. I will be happy to help you find your way. You have been very naughty spying on Bob and I and
you deserve a punishment. But you will find out it's not a game you are playing
and you will have to be very well behaved.
She picked up the
Is that what you want? Martin nodded.
I did wonder how you
were going to explain the fact that this was back in my kitchen, Aunt Kate laughed, and
now I know.
Martin stood there shuffling from one foot to the other in his embarrassment.
something to say to you Martin if we are to have a spanking arrangement. . As a
family we are all getting tired of waiting to see if you are going to ask Susie
to marry you. She is not going to wait around forever and it is time you got
your act together. So do you want her to be your wife or not?
Martin blushed and
fidgeted like a schoolboy.
Yes, yes I think I do
Aunt Kate . I mean I know I do. I just haven't had the courage to ask her?
I can help you to
make that commitment Martin. I suggest you listen carefully to what I have to
say. I will satisfy your spanking curiosity and I will take you in hand over
the next few months. I will come to your house and tell you what needs
doing to smarten it up and we will discuss when and how you are going to
propose to my daughter. If you haven't proposed to her within 3 months from
today I will make it known in the village among my daughter's friends that you
like to have your pants pulled down and get spanked and that you maybe even
wear school girls clothes for that purpose. I know some men get off on that. In
short I will embarrass you and make it difficult for you to go to the pub or see
any of your mates. Is that clear?
Yes Aunt Kate.
So here is my offer.
You can walk out of the house now and you and we will never talk of any of this
again and I will tell Susie that you have no intention of marrying her.
The alternative is
you get your spanking desires satisfied in full by me but in return you commit
now to ask Susie to marry you. If she turns you down, which I very much doubt,
then your spanko desires will remain safe with me and I will not say
anything to anyone. Understood?
Yes Aunt Kate, Thank
you, I understand.
She told him to go
into the dining room and wait for her and think about what he wanted to do.
Ten long minutes must
have passed before Kate came in and told him to turn and face her. She placed a
long handled hairbrush and a long rattan cane on the dining room table.
Kate had changed into a black skirt which was buttoned up the front. The
black tights and ballet type pumps that she was wearing completed her stern look.
Kate had worked as a
teacher before she had her children and she knew a lot about imposing
discipline on boys and subsequently on men. It was clear to Martin now exactly who was the boss
in this household.
Right young man, time
for that punishment that we both think you need. Or you can
Which is it to be ?
Say it clearly so we both understand.
I would like to marry
your daughter and I will ask her by the end of July.
Kate pulled a chair a
good distance away from the table and sat down.
Very good Martin. I
am sure everything will work out just perfectly. Now pass me the hairbrush and
come over here.
Kate unfastened Martin's belt and loosened his
trousers, letting them fall to the ground and then she patted her lap indicating
that he should bend over. When Martin was stretched out she pulled up his underpants
into the crease of his bottom and bared each cheek. He felt the cool back of the brush rub
across his flanks.
It's been a while since I saw this bottom, Aunt Kate joked. Your Mom or I should have
given it a lot more spanking when you were younger but I can make up for that
now. You are going to become a wonderful model of a real submissive man, one that is properly led by a female.
There is no going back now. Unless you want all your friends to know you have been over my knee, of course.
She smacked the brush down hard and the
Martin struggled a little with the pain delivered by the brush but then he lay still
as the repetitive strokes struck all across his bottom. His fantasy was
coming true and he felt his erection rubbing on the fabric of his Aunt Kate's
The spanking went on with a fire building up in his
bottom and the pain speeding along his nerves to his brain. He became lost in
his submission and although he felt every damn spank he didn't weaken in his
resolve to take the punishment. All the while he was wondering what the cane
would feel like.
When she stopped beating his butt and rested the
brush on his back she told him that was fifty spanks and he was halfway.
Marin whimpered that he thought he have had enough.
Not even close young man, not even close.
Aunt Kate ran her hand across his bottom and over
the taut thread of cotton where his pants were trapped between his legs. She
stroked him lightly in between his thighs, almost playfully.
feel you have lost that erection. It didn't take long to go.
Yes, Aunt Kate, I mean no, I mean I am sorry I got
Don't worry. It is quite flattering really. It may
come back when you do your next corner time but first we have to finish with
The spanks rained down once more and this time they
seemed to be a lot harder. Martin strained his legs to keep his balance and
remain over his future mother-in- law's lap. If this is a spanking he thought,
then what is the cane going to be like?
After another twenty strokes she stopped and Martin
lay quite still over her lap. He thought the spanking might now be over as
he had totally lost count. The brush was placed on his back once again and he
felt her hand run between his legs. He pushed his weight up a little and spread
his legs a bit wider allowing her fingers to reach up again to apply pressure
on that most sensitive area. With her other hand on the waistband of the pants
she yanked the waistband of his pants up over his waist pulling the
cotton material higher into his crack.
He moaned and his leg muscles went taut indicating
he might be trying for an orgasm as he rubbed himself against her skirt. Immediately she
pulled her hand away and lifting the brush she slapped it down hard on his
Just teasing you, Martin. Don't you dare get excited.
He relaxed again and lay quite still over her lap, stopping the gyration of his hips.
Let's get this hairbrush spanking finished so we can move on.
The remaining spanks were delivered at a
blistering pace, with Martin wriggling and whinging that "it hurt so much." To which she jokingly replied that it was meant to.
When she was done with the spanking Aunt Kate let
him remain over her lap for a couple of minutes to calm down and then she
tapped his legs and told him to go stand in the corner with his hands on his
You need some quiet time to think about what's
coming next, young man.
As he got to his feet Aunt Kate bent forward and raised his trousers from around his ankles until Martin took
hold and fastened them.
Back to your corner and put your hands on your head this time.
His bottom was sore and his muscles ached so it was
a slow walk that Martin took to his place in the corner. When he got there he
raised each arm and interlocked his fingers on the top of his head.
Kate left the room telling him she would be back
when she had finished a small job in the kitchen and for him not to move in the meantime.
As the heat in his bottom cooled to a gentle warmth
Martin replayed the spanking in his mind and he felt his erection grow. He
wanted to rub himself but was wary about dropping a hand and so instead he promised
himself some time on his bed that evening. He waited patiently, with his arms
beginning to ache but he did not dare take them down.
When she returned to the room he heard a "tap"
noise of something being placed on the table. Then a light clatter of
wood on wood and a whoosh, whizz as Aunt Katie sliced the cane she had just picked up through the air.
There were more "whizz" sounds as she practiced her swing and on one
of the strokes she must have aimed for the cushioned seat of one of the dining
chairs because there was a sharp "whump" as the bamboo hit the
fabric. Martin shuddered as he imagined that could soon be the noise of the
cane hitting his bottom. Aunt Kate did three more of those cushion whacks and then spoke.
Martin come over here.
He turned to see Aunt Kate pointing the end of the cane towards an
object on the table. It was the cooking pot that Martin had brought with him
the other evening.
So now you see Martin that I knew you had been here when
you left this dish in the kitchen.
Martin's face reddened with guilty shame.
I thought at the time that you might have heard me
disciplining Bob and I wondered about confronting you. You saved me the
trouble with your honesty. I must say I am thoroughly enjoying punishing you
for your spying on us, even more so now that I know you want it.
Martin shuffled from one foot to the other not
knowing how best to respond. He was getting turned on with all this talk of
Remove all your clothes except your underpants and put them on the sideboard over there. Quickly now.
Whilst he was stripping Kate continued to swing the cane from high to low like a tennis stroke. Once Martin was almost naked she admired his strong muscles and thought how good Bob had looked back in the day. A glance at his groin showed that Martin was getting aroused yet again. It was time to send all thoughts of his cock from his head she thought to herself.
Go over there, nodding her head towards the long side of the table
where she had cleared away the chairs.
He did as he was told and stood there with his large erection forcing its way through the elastic waistband of his pants so that the pink head was visible.
Bend over and rest on your elbows. Keep your back
straight and push your bottom out. Look up.
When Martin was bending over she came up behind him
and pulled his pants tightly up into the crease of his cheeks, baring his
cheeks once again. She admired her own handiwork as his bottom was still a nice shade of pink. Not as red as it had been when she was smacking him with the brush but still pink.
Have you been caned before Martin?
No Aunt Kate . I have not.
But you have thought about it eh?
She smacked his red butt twice with her hand.
Yes Aunt Kate I have thought about it a lot.
Well I think I am quite good at administering a
thrashing and you are certainly going to feel this one. I am pleased that you
offered yourself for a punishment but that will not make it any easier for you.
You will get 12 of my hardest strokes You will ask for each stroke. You
can pause for no more than one minute between strokes before you ask for the
next one. If you get out of position or put your hands on your bottom to rub it
there will be extra strokes.
He saw her hand pick up the cane from the table and
then heard the whizz as she flexed it behind him. For a brief second Martin was
both aroused and scared at the same time. His cock was squashed against the
hard edge of the desk and it felt quite stimulated as well as painful.
Is that understood?
Yes Auntie Kate.
There was a pause and she tapped his bottom with
light strokes to get her aim. There was a whizz, whoosh and the cane slammed
into his bottom. He gasped at the severity of the stroke and held his breath
as fought to absorb the pain signals that had rushed to his head.
You need to breathe, Katie instructed.
Martin let out a breath and as he did so he
remembered to count.
One Aunt Kate
Eleven more to go Martin. I hope you enjoy every
stroke. It is nice to think you will soon be properly enrolled in our family.
The cane struck again. This time a little
Martin relaxed. The pain wasn't so bad. He could
take it and possibly enjoy it he thought. Little did he know.
Two Aunt Kate.
The cane struck again this time much lower down at
the tops of his legs and Martin jumped with surprise and rubbed his bottom.
That's an extra stroke Martin. Get back down.
He did as he was told and stretched himself over the
table again. He was embarrassed but excited at the thought that his bare bottom was
now showing two red weals that he had dreamed about. Being told he would get one more for his infraction did not seem too bad.
Three Aunt Kate.
He braced himself. Thwish, then thwack the rod
laced into his bottom with greater force than before.
He groaned with the pain and uttered a low voiced, Four
That's a medium hard stroke Martin. A few more at
that level and then we step up a grade until we get to thirteen.
Yes Aunt Kate. Thank you.
The caning continued at a slower pace. Kate was in
no rush to stop inflicting pain on this bottom. One vivid red line followed another
and Martin's moans got louder.
At stroke eight she left the cane pressed in hard
against his skin and waited. His mind was numbed and it took Martin some time
Eight thank you Aunt Kate.
Now they get harder still Martin. I am going to
cane you hard four times plus the one extra and you are going to learn
something about my discipline measures.
Yes, Aunt Kate . Thank you aunt Kate
You don't need to count these. You may not be able
She rubbed the cane up and down his cheeks for a
full minute, touch the tops of his legs and the bottom of his spine. He pushed
back with his bottom enjoying the sensation. He opened his legs wider hoping
the cane might run in between his thighs to touch his balls. Martin was
surprised when she tapped him there, not in a gentle manner, more of an "I
am in control so don't mess with me" kind of gesture.
Suddenly the smooth cane was lifted from his bottom
and he sensed that she had a new purpose. There was a whoosh and a band of fire
spread across his bottom. Martin grunted with the pain. Then another whoosh and
a second stroke landed a little lower down this time. Martin jumped off the
table and grabbed his ass in both hands.
Christ, I can't take that sort of stroke, he complained.
Get back down you impudent boy. You told me you
wanted a caning and I am giving you one. You now get two extra strokes and if
you are not over that table in five seconds there will be more.
She lashed out with the cane against the back of
his left leg. He hopped from one foot to the other as she continued whipping
the backs of both legs.
And I am going to give you two more for taking the
lord's name in vain. I know your mother was not a believer but in this family
we take our Christian values very seriously, as you will find out when you
marry into it.
As Martin bent himself over again Aunt Kate hit a
stroke high up on the back of his right leg and it crossed his balls. He
yelped. He was frantic in his thoughts that there might be more of those.
This was no longer so much fun.
Seven to come Martin. These are all your own fault
Yes Aunt Kate. I am really sorry.
Martin relaxed his body against the table top and
let out a long breath trying to calm himself.
The last hard strokes were delivered in a whirling
blizzard. He had no time to think about the pain each one brought to his bare
butt, he just endured them. There was certainly no pleasure for him. This was a
thrashing the like of which he had never imagined.
As the cane was laid on the table in front of his
face he gazed on the thin rattan which had delivered some pleasure at the start
and such pain at the end.
He lay there without moving as Kate stood behind
and ran her cool hands over both cheeks.
You did well there Martin. I hope that satisfied
you. From now on you will be a much better behaved young man. I look forward to
teaching you more about submission until I hand you over to Susie at the altar.
Yes Aunt Kate.
It will be Yes Mom very soon. I can't wait to have
a boy in the family. She smacked his red bottom bottom
hard. Stand up now.
Slowly he got up off the desk top and turned
around leaning back against the table. As he placed his hot bottom down against the cool wood his erection
sprang to life.
Get dressed Martin and come through.
He pulled up his pants over the cock that was waving in front of him and reached for the rest of his clothes. Martin felt quite
proud of the stripes on his bottom.
It wasn't long before he was in the kitchen exchanging pleasantries with Kate as if nothing had happened. The house telephone rang. It was Bob and he heard his "Mom-to-be" tell him that Martin had dropped by and had wanted a chat with him.
I think he wants to ask you if he can marry Susie, she spoke into the phone, whilst looking meaningfully across at Martin. She paused whilst Bob was obviously saying something in reply.
Yes Bob I am sure he knows now what he is letting himself in for. He understands that the women in this family won't take any nonsense.