Spanking demonstration!
When I was 13, my aunt became my tutor and mentor in London, though she was herself South African, and had been brought up with old-fashioned discipline. She was not a blood relative, more a friend of the family.
She was both kindly & indulgent, but also theatrical & unpredictable! She assessed me as a 'dreamy' boy... she even called me 'pretty', with an added warning that it was the sweet ones you had to watch out for... a cute kid who nonetheless needed more 'stick' than 'carrot'! She had been rumoured to have caned her adoptive son across his bare bottom until he was 18 and went to university... a story that both fascinated and alarmed me.
Long story short, I was being relentlessly cheeky one time, and was threatened with a spanking. But I continued to provoke, also saying I was too old for a spanking.
She (aunt Pam) had her bridge cronies over... 4 other middle-aged South African expatriate women... and before I knew what was happening, I was frog-marched over to the very ample old-style sofa, and held face-down upon it.
2 ladies held my arms, and 2 more my legs, so I was completely unable to wriggle free! They were all cackling & guffawing in Afrikaans, but then Pam reached round, unzipped my jeans and tugged them down. I tried to struggle but it was hopeless. My face was buried in some cushions, too.
So there I was face-down with my jeans round my knees, and my pants on display! I was mortified. But worse was to come. She put her hand in the waist-band of my pants and I thought she was going to pull them down too, so I yelled for her NOT to do that. But instead, she yanked them UP really tight so that they fitted like a second-skin around my bottom cheeks, saying it was far too vulgar to spank a boy's bare bottom if he wasn't your own flesh & blood... but that tight pants afforded an equally good 'view'!
She also quipped that boys had such nice, round, neat, little bottoms... not like 'us girls, spreading out all over the place', adding admiringly that she thought she was going to 'enjoy this'!
And she proceeded to give a spanking demonstration to her bridge friends, of how to spank a naughty child (boy, in this case). There were 3 levels... encouragement, punishment and 'wake-up'! Encouragement was a spanking to the rump... the meat of the buttocks; punishment was aimed at the sit-spots, and the 'wake-up' was aimed at the perineum in a quite intimate place.
She had been a nurse and explained to the cackling sisterhood that the perineum (between the anus & genitals) was a place that could be stimulated in the event of someone having a heart-attack or stroke... it was a 'life-saving' position (just imagine employing that tactic in the street in an emergency!!)
But to 'wake-up' dreamy students, a spanking there got the galvanising adrenalin flowing! So she demonstrated all 3 positions... not hard or severely, more in humour than anything... but there I was getting patted and slapped in front of 5 women, with my jeans down.
Some of them also had a turn of their own! It was all quite jocular (for them!) and for me it was no more than a slight sting & tingle, but it was majorly embarrassing! Afterwards they played their card game, and I was expected to make them their tea in the break! They carried on as if nothing had happened, and were friendly... though I still got one or two more friendly pats as I went by.
Many more spankings followed over the years, but in truth I found them as exciting as dismaying!! And my aunt Pam would generously dole out extra pocket money before I went home... sometimes giving me a choice between a spanking or not getting a pocket-money hand-out. I always chose the spanking, and actually got used to it.
It's definitely contributed to me having a spanking impulse even now, decades later! In the feeling, I either want to be a kid again getting spanked by a stern but dotty aunt, or to imagine a pretty girl being spanked by a stern male teacher!
She was both kindly & indulgent, but also theatrical & unpredictable! She assessed me as a 'dreamy' boy... she even called me 'pretty', with an added warning that it was the sweet ones you had to watch out for... a cute kid who nonetheless needed more 'stick' than 'carrot'! She had been rumoured to have caned her adoptive son across his bare bottom until he was 18 and went to university... a story that both fascinated and alarmed me.
Long story short, I was being relentlessly cheeky one time, and was threatened with a spanking. But I continued to provoke, also saying I was too old for a spanking.
She (aunt Pam) had her bridge cronies over... 4 other middle-aged South African expatriate women... and before I knew what was happening, I was frog-marched over to the very ample old-style sofa, and held face-down upon it.
2 ladies held my arms, and 2 more my legs, so I was completely unable to wriggle free! They were all cackling & guffawing in Afrikaans, but then Pam reached round, unzipped my jeans and tugged them down. I tried to struggle but it was hopeless. My face was buried in some cushions, too.
So there I was face-down with my jeans round my knees, and my pants on display! I was mortified. But worse was to come. She put her hand in the waist-band of my pants and I thought she was going to pull them down too, so I yelled for her NOT to do that. But instead, she yanked them UP really tight so that they fitted like a second-skin around my bottom cheeks, saying it was far too vulgar to spank a boy's bare bottom if he wasn't your own flesh & blood... but that tight pants afforded an equally good 'view'!
She also quipped that boys had such nice, round, neat, little bottoms... not like 'us girls, spreading out all over the place', adding admiringly that she thought she was going to 'enjoy this'!
And she proceeded to give a spanking demonstration to her bridge friends, of how to spank a naughty child (boy, in this case). There were 3 levels... encouragement, punishment and 'wake-up'! Encouragement was a spanking to the rump... the meat of the buttocks; punishment was aimed at the sit-spots, and the 'wake-up' was aimed at the perineum in a quite intimate place.
She had been a nurse and explained to the cackling sisterhood that the perineum (between the anus & genitals) was a place that could be stimulated in the event of someone having a heart-attack or stroke... it was a 'life-saving' position (just imagine employing that tactic in the street in an emergency!!)
But to 'wake-up' dreamy students, a spanking there got the galvanising adrenalin flowing! So she demonstrated all 3 positions... not hard or severely, more in humour than anything... but there I was getting patted and slapped in front of 5 women, with my jeans down.
Some of them also had a turn of their own! It was all quite jocular (for them!) and for me it was no more than a slight sting & tingle, but it was majorly embarrassing! Afterwards they played their card game, and I was expected to make them their tea in the break! They carried on as if nothing had happened, and were friendly... though I still got one or two more friendly pats as I went by.
Many more spankings followed over the years, but in truth I found them as exciting as dismaying!! And my aunt Pam would generously dole out extra pocket money before I went home... sometimes giving me a choice between a spanking or not getting a pocket-money hand-out. I always chose the spanking, and actually got used to it.
It's definitely contributed to me having a spanking impulse even now, decades later! In the feeling, I either want to be a kid again getting spanked by a stern but dotty aunt, or to imagine a pretty girl being spanked by a stern male teacher!
56-60, M
