The Worst Spanking I Ever Got – College Edition (Aunt Lydia)
Hey everyone,
After reading some of the intense stories here, I figured it was finally time to share the absolute hardest, most brutal spanking of my life. This one happened when I was 19 and already in college, so I thought I was way too old for this kind of thing… but my Aunt Lydia clearly disagreed.
I was staying with her while attending university. One weekend I went to a house party, drank far too much, and got into a stupid fight with another girl. Things escalated quickly and I ended up slapping her hard across the face in front of everyone. Someone filmed it, the video spread like wildfire, and by Sunday afternoon my aunt had seen the whole thing.
When I got home, Aunt Lydia was sitting in the living room with the most terrifyingly calm look on her face. She didn’t yell. She just looked at me and said in a quiet, stern voice, “Young lady, you’re about to learn that even college girls can still be taken in hand.”
She gave me fifteen minutes to go upstairs, change into a thin cotton nightdress with nothing underneath, and use the bathroom. Those fifteen minutes felt like an eternity. When I came back down, she had the room set up: the heavy wooden dining chair pulled out into the center, her thick wide leather belt, a solid wooden hairbrush, and that dreaded heavy oak paddle laid out on the table.
Aunt Lydia pulled me straight over her lap on that hard chair. She flipped up my nightdress and started with a long, stinging hand spanking that quickly had me squirming. But that was nothing. Soon she picked up the heavy wooden hairbrush and really went to work. The brush fell hard and fast, each smack making my bottom cheeks jiggle and bounce wildly with every impact. I was already crying hard by the time she finished with the brush, big ugly sobs escaping me as my bottom throbbed.
Then she made me stand up on shaky legs and bend over the back of the chair, gripping the seat tightly. She doubled her thick leather belt and started laying it on. The belt cracked loudly across my bare bottom again and again, fifty full force strokes. My ass was jiggling and clenching with every brutal lash. I was crying uncontrollably now, loud, desperate wails filling the room as tears streamed down my face and dripped onto the floor. My bottom felt like it was on fire, but she still wasn’t done.
After the belt, she ordered me to lie face-down on the couch with two thick pillows stacked under my hips, forcing my bottom up high and tight. That position left me completely helpless. Then she picked up the heavy oak paddle.
For the next five agonizing minutes, Aunt Lydia paddled my poor bottom without mercy. The heavy wood landed with loud, echoing cracks that made my entire bottom and upper thighs ripple and jiggle violently on impact. She focused especially on my sit spots, swinging again and again until both cheeks were deep, angry purple with thick, swollen bruises forming. I was sobbing hysterically, loud, choking, childlike cries, my whole body shaking as I kicked my legs frantically and begged her through my tears to please stop. My voice was hoarse from crying so hard, snot and tears covering my face, but she just kept paddling until every inch of my bottom was a bruised, throbbing mess.
When she finally stopped, I was completely broken. I couldn’t stop sobbing even minutes later. My bottom was so swollen and bruised that I couldn’t sit properly for almost a week. The deep purple marks and welts lasted for days, and every time I moved or tried to lie down, the burning pain reminded me exactly what happens when I lose control.
That punishment from Aunt Lydia remains, without any doubt, the hardest spanking I’ve ever received in my life. Even worse than the one I got in high school period. I learned my lesson the hard way that day.
Has anyone else here ever been punished like this by a relative while in college? I’d love to hear your stories.
After reading some of the intense stories here, I figured it was finally time to share the absolute hardest, most brutal spanking of my life. This one happened when I was 19 and already in college, so I thought I was way too old for this kind of thing… but my Aunt Lydia clearly disagreed.
I was staying with her while attending university. One weekend I went to a house party, drank far too much, and got into a stupid fight with another girl. Things escalated quickly and I ended up slapping her hard across the face in front of everyone. Someone filmed it, the video spread like wildfire, and by Sunday afternoon my aunt had seen the whole thing.
When I got home, Aunt Lydia was sitting in the living room with the most terrifyingly calm look on her face. She didn’t yell. She just looked at me and said in a quiet, stern voice, “Young lady, you’re about to learn that even college girls can still be taken in hand.”
She gave me fifteen minutes to go upstairs, change into a thin cotton nightdress with nothing underneath, and use the bathroom. Those fifteen minutes felt like an eternity. When I came back down, she had the room set up: the heavy wooden dining chair pulled out into the center, her thick wide leather belt, a solid wooden hairbrush, and that dreaded heavy oak paddle laid out on the table.
Aunt Lydia pulled me straight over her lap on that hard chair. She flipped up my nightdress and started with a long, stinging hand spanking that quickly had me squirming. But that was nothing. Soon she picked up the heavy wooden hairbrush and really went to work. The brush fell hard and fast, each smack making my bottom cheeks jiggle and bounce wildly with every impact. I was already crying hard by the time she finished with the brush, big ugly sobs escaping me as my bottom throbbed.
Then she made me stand up on shaky legs and bend over the back of the chair, gripping the seat tightly. She doubled her thick leather belt and started laying it on. The belt cracked loudly across my bare bottom again and again, fifty full force strokes. My ass was jiggling and clenching with every brutal lash. I was crying uncontrollably now, loud, desperate wails filling the room as tears streamed down my face and dripped onto the floor. My bottom felt like it was on fire, but she still wasn’t done.
After the belt, she ordered me to lie face-down on the couch with two thick pillows stacked under my hips, forcing my bottom up high and tight. That position left me completely helpless. Then she picked up the heavy oak paddle.
For the next five agonizing minutes, Aunt Lydia paddled my poor bottom without mercy. The heavy wood landed with loud, echoing cracks that made my entire bottom and upper thighs ripple and jiggle violently on impact. She focused especially on my sit spots, swinging again and again until both cheeks were deep, angry purple with thick, swollen bruises forming. I was sobbing hysterically, loud, choking, childlike cries, my whole body shaking as I kicked my legs frantically and begged her through my tears to please stop. My voice was hoarse from crying so hard, snot and tears covering my face, but she just kept paddling until every inch of my bottom was a bruised, throbbing mess.
When she finally stopped, I was completely broken. I couldn’t stop sobbing even minutes later. My bottom was so swollen and bruised that I couldn’t sit properly for almost a week. The deep purple marks and welts lasted for days, and every time I moved or tried to lie down, the burning pain reminded me exactly what happens when I lose control.
That punishment from Aunt Lydia remains, without any doubt, the hardest spanking I’ve ever received in my life. Even worse than the one I got in high school period. I learned my lesson the hard way that day.
Has anyone else here ever been punished like this by a relative while in college? I’d love to hear your stories.
