She carries on at this pace for minutes on end. Soon I begin to flinch from imagined spanks, to jerk across her knee with a new urgency and to blubber incomprehensible words between the Oohs, Oows, and Nnnnghs that mean I know I am now on the edge.Īnd so now having brought me to this point, Aunty modifies her approach, gradually she lengthens the intervals between slaps and the force to just enough to maintain my level of squirming as I slip into a ritualistic sequence of jerking, wriggle, gasp, pant and jerk again as the next spank arrives. The sting of those first few spanks makes me gasp and push up with my toes even as once again I entertain half formed suspicions about how far these spankings are really for my own good, not that it, or my breathless protests, help with the smart in my bum as it bounces helplessly up to meet the next hefty smack while my knees bend underneath and I curl under me while the sting seeps relentlessly into my bum.Īunty spanks me with a deliberate slowness, so that the methodical series of spank after spank blends into a steadily intensifying tenderness that as I well know will eventually push me beyond the level of my self-control.

I am slow, but reluctantly I do come, my knees pressing against Aunty’s leg and then the weight of my body settling awkwardly across her ample lap, my bottom swelling warmly under her hand as she fingers stroke the back of my legs, nudging me forwards a bit more across her knees, my response by now automatic, obedient, almost resigned.Ĭupping her hand around the fold of my buttocks, Aunty takes a moment to savour the view, I am I know a picture of utter vulnerability, knowing what is to come and helpless to do a thing about it. I hover at Aunty’s elbow, just within reach but hanging back, reluctant to come any closer but too timid to edge away, squirming slightly in perfect balance, a tribute to Aunty’s training and handling of me.Īs Aunty’s program ends she decides it is time and so with a nod she summons me to her.

Aunty decides to ignore it as she watches the end of her program on the TV, enjoy it even, I always put on this little act when it’s time to have my bottom smacked she thinks.Īs I stand beside Aunty’s chair she hears the little shush as my pants slip down my thighs as it follows the reproachful clump from my shoes as I kick them off and the soft plop of my shorts as they land on the carpet at my feet. My knees close together my posture is one of childlike unhappiness.

My bottom wobbles faintly as I ease my pants down off my hips.

I get on my knees video