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 other mother.
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.
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 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.
Yes Aunt Kate . Last Tuesday at around 7 o'clock.
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.
Is that what you want? Martin nodded.
Martin stood there shuffling from one foot to the other in his embarrassment.
Martin stood there shuffling from one foot to the other in his embarrassment.
I have 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?
Which is it to be ? Say it clearly so we both understand.
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 skirt.
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.
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.
I can feel you have lost that erection. It didn't take long to go.
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.
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.
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 higher.
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 Aunt Kate.
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 to anyway.
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 you know.
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.