I was working on my Masters degree and didn't have a lot of money so I readily accepted Aunt Eva and Uncle Fred's invitation to live with them. Their son Tommy, who's about six months older than I was doing his post-graduate study at another university and wasn't at home so it was just the three of us in the house. I should probably mention that Aunt Eva and Uncle Fred weren't actually related to me. They had been my folks' best friends for years until they moved away and we still considered them `family'. As far as I was concerned they were my aunt and uncle and during my stay they were wonderful hosts. They let me come and go as I pleased and never asked questions other than when I expected to be home. I think I was a good boarder. I helped with the chores and fit right into their family. They said they always wanted to have a daughter and in some aspects, they spoiled me by buying clothes and other presents.

My academic program was fairly intense and I was glad I didn't have to work at a part time job so I could focus on my studies. I was pretty wild in my undergraduate days but now was the time to settle down so the last thing I needed was a steady boyfriend to distract me. However, as a normal heterosexual female I did enjoy male companionship from time to time but I limited my dates to about once a month and never with the same guy more than twice. Those dates invariably ended up in his bed and Aunt Eva and Uncle Fred knew I wouldn't be home until the next morning. Like the rest of my out-of-house activities, they were noncommittal about my periodic sexual liaisons.

Sounds like the perfect arrangement doesn't it? Actually it was except for their unusual idiosyncrasies. And in retrospect, even they were . Never mind, I'll tell you how I felt about them later but suffice it say that I was directly involved. I guess the best way to explain it is to tell you about the first of my ventures into their special world.

When I wasn't out screwing some young man I usually stayed home with Aunt Eva and Uncle Fred and we'd play cards or watch movies on TV. The Saturday evening I'm going to tell you about seemed quite normal until Aunt Eva asked if I would mind putting on some special clothes she made for me. I should mention that she's a very good seamstress and had already made me some beautiful dresses. I eagerly agreed to wear whatever she made. She led me upstairs and showed me her latest creation. It was not at all what I expected. It was a frilly dress such as a little girl would wear to a party. In fact, it was a larger version of one of my favorite outfits when I was much younger. Even down to the fluffy petticoats I used to wear. I struck me as a bit weird but it seemed to mean something special to her so I thanked her and headed towards my room. Before I could leave she said, "Oh, and don't forget these. I'd like you to wear them also."

She was holding out equally frilly socks and patent leather pumps. They were the perfect addition to the dress but what struck me as odd was the underwear. I don't know if she bought them or made them but the panties were trimmed in lace and adorned with the cutest little cartoon characters. I had to laugh and said, "I can't wait to see the bra that goes with them."

Aunt Eva did not find my remark amusing and said, "The little girl who wears that dress would have no need for a bra." She was a bit more stern as she added, "Dinner will be in a little while and I expect to see you dressed in the clothes I just gave you and nothing else."

It was the first time she spoke to me in such a voice and I started my journey back in time as I quietly answered, "Yes Ma'am."

My mood lightened after I looked at myself in a mirror. It was like dressing up for a costume party and she was right, a bra would've spoiled the line of the dress. I'm not overly endowed up there and while there was a barely noticeable swell above the waist, the smocking on the front of the dress hid any tell-tale signs that I had matured past puberty.

They greeted my arrival with smiles and gushed all over me. Actually, it was kind of fun. They asked how things were at school and I replied with all the eagerness of youth. I even clapped my hands when they said we would watch a G-rated movie on TV. Uncle Fred left the room and the two womenfolk (or in this case, one woman and one little girl) cleaned up after the meal. We chatted about this and that and were having a good time together, but I froze in my tracks when she asked if I remembered the time they had come to my real home for a visit. Specifically, the time when Tommy and I acted up in church.

I remembered that occasion all too well. Acting up was a good way to describe our actions. During the sermon we were poking and kicking each other and giggling uncontrollably. All the memories of that day came flooding back with Aunt Eva's seemingly innocuous question and I quietly answered in the affirmative.

She was putting something away and not looking at me as she spoke again. "What happened when we got back to your house?"

I was still unable to move and now I found it impossible to speak. What happened when we got home was what made that incident so memorable. As soon as we left the church I knew I was in trouble and more importantly, I also knew what to expect. Discipline in my house was applied with a firm hand, usually my father's, so I was no stranger to spanking and from the looks on my parents' faces I had no doubt I was about to be reacquainted with the practice. My only hope was that my folks would break with tradition and punish me in private. Their room or mine, it made no difference as long as it wasn't in the living room. No such luck. No sooner were our coats hung in the closet when I was escorted to the dining room to fetch one of the straight back chairs. (They felt that I had to prepare the site of my punishment as a small sign of contrition.) I was mildly surprised to see Tommy following behind with a second chair. It seems Aunt Eva and Uncle Fred had the same ideas regarding child rearing and especially when it came to the child's rear as a consequence of misbehavior. So I guessed my cousin was going to spend some time across someone's knee also.

When both fathers were seated and errant children placed across their laps the final preparations were completed. My dress and petticoat were raised and my panties lowered. The two chairs were facing each other and I could see that Tommy's slacks and underpants were bunched around his ankles so at least mine wasn't the only bare bottom in the room. Needless to say, that wasn't much consolation. Then the lectures began. Four adult voices took turns expressing their disappointment and disapproval with our behavior. I was mortified beyond belief. Not only because I was going to get spanked in front of company but I had to lie there with my bare bottom quivering in unenthusiastic anticipation and blatantly displayed for all to see. Well, maybe not all. My view of Tommy was limited and I assumed he didn't see much of me either. I know I wasn't particularly interested in his predicament as much as my own and I have to assume he was likewise more concerned about the upcoming post-lecture activities. Still, it was embarrassing to have Aunt Eva and Uncle Fred see me like that.

My humiliation only lasted a little while. In short order I didn't really care who was watching. All I wanted was for the spanking to stop. My father is a gentle man but one of his parental axioms was that if a punishment doesn't hurt it isn't punishment. He also felt that any job worth doing is worth doing well and those two adages added up to a very sore rear end. My very sore rear end. No amount of apologies or begging brought an end to it. Only when he was satisfied that I was truly sorry for my actions and sufficiently motivated to behave better in the future did he cease. And as with every spanking I ever got from him he made his traditional statement of the obvious. "There's a girl who's been well spanked and has a bright red bottom to prove it."

I hated that trite little phrase even though I longed to hear it every time his hand slapped down on my bottom.

Enough of my reminiscences and back to Aunt Eva. For the second time that evening I heard a sternness in her voice as she faced me and said, "I asked you a question. Are you going to answer me or not?"

I had a funny feeling where we were headed and was scared but I had to reply. I said, "Daddy gave me a long hard spanking and Uncle Fred did the same to Tommy."

In a vain attempt to divert her from her plan I tried to act nonchalant and added, "I guess we both deserved it and it sure taught me a lesson. I never acted up in church like that again."

Aunt Eva smiled. I had a momentary sense of relief which she quickly dashed. "Yes, that's the way I remember it too and I'm glad you benefited from it. I know Tommy did. The funny thing is that even though Fred and I have both had him over our laps on innumerable occasions we've always wondered if spanking a girl is any different from spanking a boy. Now that we have a temporary daughter we decided it was time to find out so we're going to re-enact that Sunday. Your Uncle Fred is waiting in the living room. Take the extra chair out to him. I'll join you soon but tell him not to wait for me. Go along now."

This is where I should laugh and say it was a good joke but it wasn't. She was serious. I wish I could say she was stern in her command so that's why I didn't question it. Instead she had the sweetest smile and it was more powerful than any angry order. I didn't get the feeling they expected this of me as payment for all they've given me, it was just something that they decided they wanted to do and it never entered their minds that I would object. I don't think I had a deep seated desire to be spanked for no apparent reason but I couldn't disappoint her. I meekly replied as I had upstairs, "Yes Ma'am."

Uncle Fred was on the couch reading the paper when I arrived with the dining room chair and gave him the message from Aunt Eva. He got up and said, "In that case, lets get started."

He moved to the chair and wordlessly, I stood beside him. He patted his thigh and I obediently put myself in a position I knew much too well and thought I'd never be in again. I'm fairly short and Uncle Fred had what you might call wide hips; so when I was settled on his lap my feet were off the floor just as they used to be when it was my father's lap that supported me. A moment later I felt the cool air around my thighs as the dress and petticoat were lifted out of the way. That action was always a bit frightening and very embarrassing when I was a little girl. I didn't like it when my father saw my panties and knowing that Uncle Fred was getting a good look at them made it even worse. The fact that they were so childish in nature didn't help but I understood why Aunt Eva gave them to me. Even though I couldn't see them they added to my new image of myself. I was no longer the bright and studious young woman making the top grades in her class, I was the naughty little girl they wanted me to be. I silently winced while raising myself so he could pull those stupid panties down to my ankles. Thinking back on it, I was in such a state that the fact that this man was now getting an eyeful of my bare bottom didn't concern me as much as what he was going to do to that bare bottom. As you can see, just as in the past when I was over my father's lap the fact that I was going to get spanked was exactly that, a fact and one I accepted with regret and trepidation but otherwise without dispute.

Uncle Fred said he would spare me the lecture for which I was somewhat grateful. My appreciation was short-lived. As Tommy had learned long ago, this man's hand packed quite a wallop. I'm not sure I can accurately compare his first swat with my father's but I'll say this, they both hurt a lot. It stung like the dickens and my decision to stoically endure the punishment didn't last very long. I was in tears and actually apologizing for the way I acted in church so long ago and as I did back then, begging him to stop. The results were the same as I got from Dad. He continued spanking with a grim determination long after I stopped counting the swats. My only consolation is that he didn't make any stupid speeches when he was done. At least, I don't think he did, I may've been crying too loud to hear him. All I know is that eventually he stopped, pulled my panties back into place and sent me to stand in a corner.

As I got off his lap I saw Aunt Eva sitting on the couch. I don't know when she came in but she was still wearing that sweet smile and said, "We'll watch the movie after you've spent some time in the corner. When you get there I want you to pull your panties down again. Tommy always had to keep his little bottom on display but it was easier for him. He just had to drop his pants but I'm afraid you'll have to hold up your dress."

After I complied with her instructions she made a comment that burned in my ears. "What was it your father used to say? There's a girl who's been well spanked and has a bright red bottom to prove it."

Ten minutes later I was warmly welcomed to sit between them on the couch while we watched the movie. I'll admit my rear end was uncomfortable but they each had an arm around me and I felt more safe and secure than I had in a long time. When the show was over Aunt Eva said, "Go on upstairs and get ready for bed. I'll be up in a little while."

As I got to my bedroom I saw a new nightgown as frilly and girlish as my dress. Again, it was very similar to what I wore to bed so many years ago. That's when another memory about that Sunday surfaced. I was in my own bed when I heard Aunt Eva go into the room where Tommy was. Apparently, they had stronger views towards discipline than my folks had and while my punishment was over, Tommy's was not quite complete. What followed was the unmistakable sounds of a motherly hand adding to the job her husband had started and Tommy's many plaintive acknowledgements of her efforts. Even though I was not on the receiving end it was frightening to listen to and seemed to go on forever. Was this what she meant when she said she would be up to see me? I quickly changed into the sleepwear and was under the covers when she arrived.

She shook her head when she saw me and said, "Not just yet sweetheart. We have something else to do first. Come on out from under those covers."

As I got up I was already sniffling and had to ask, "Are you going to spank me?"

She looked surprised for a moment. Then she answered, "You can't fool me little girl, I know you heard me give Tommy his bedtime spanking and I can't believe you didn't know that you were going to get one tonight. But I'll give you the benefit of the doubt just this once. Tommy used to wait for me with his pajama bottoms and underpants at his feet. We can modify that a little. Face the wall, pull your panties down and raise your nightgown above your waist just like you did in the corner downstairs. That's the way. Next time we do this I expect to see you waiting for me just like that or I'll add a hairbrush into the equation. Do you understand?"

A tearful nod and the words I was getting good at saying followed. "Yes Ma'am."

Aunt Eva was all smiles again as she sat on the edge of the bed. "That's a good girl. Now, come here and get over my lap."

I did and as she adjusted my position to her best advantage she said, "You haven't had as much time as Tommy did for your bottom to recuperate from your first spanking so I'll go a little easier on you."

Can you believe it, I said, "Thank you."

She stroked my head lovingly and answered, "You're welcome dear."

I'd hate to think how long she would've spanked me if she wasn't `going a little easier'. As it was, it seemed to be a very, very long time before she pulled my panties up and said, "Now you can get into bed and tomorrow you'll be your old self again."

She tucked me in and gave me a kiss on the forehead. I'd like to say I drifted off to sleep but to be honest, my sore backside kept me awake for a long time.

I slept late the next morning and true to Aunt Eva's predictions, I was able to act and dress my normal age although most 22 year old women don't have to wince when they sit down. Aunt Eva and Uncle Fred must have noticed but they didn't say anything. Maybe they were as embarrassed about what had happened as I was and to be honest, the previous night was a subject I preferred to avoid . Which is not to say I didn't have a lot of questions about it.

The foremost problem was why did I allow them to do that to me without the slightest objection. Of course I complained a lot during the spankings but that was to be expected. They were both very capable spankers and anyone suffering their disciplinary measures would naturally beg them to stop but my protests were verbal only. I never tried to roll off their laps or even once put a hand behind me to protect myself. Maybe that was the result of years of training in how to act during punishment but it didn't explain why did I let them do it in the first place.

I had a question or two for them also. Aunt Eva said they wanted to compare spanking my bottom to Tommy's. I wondered what they decided but the question that dwelled on my mind was if they were satisfied or would they want to explore the situation further. Aunt Eva's comment about how I was to be ready for my next bed-time spanking tilted the scales towards the possibility of a repeat occurrence and I was not sure I could prevent myself from submitting to them like that again. All I could do was hope that it was a one-time occurrence.

If you've been paying attention you know it wasn't. Remember how I said this incident was the first time? That implied that there was another and, in fact, there was. What the heck, I might as well tell you about that one too.

It happened about six weeks later and was also on a Saturday but they didn't wait until evening to get started. It was a lazy day and I intended to forget all about schoolwork and spend the day on the couch reading a mindless novel. That's what I did in the morning but right after lunch Aunt Eva asked me to accompany her upstairs. We went to her room and I sat on her bed while she rearranged my hair into two pony tails sticking out to the side. She didn't give any explanation and I didn't ask. I didn't want to know what was up her sleeve but when I looked in the mirror I knew my worst fears were coming true. My hair was exactly the way my mother used to do it when I was a child. She let that realization sink in for a moment and the she confirmed my suspicions, "Go into your room and change your clothes. Fred and I will be waiting for you in the living room. Don't take too long."

Damn her and her sweet little smile.

I was not surprised to see that dress and the other accouterments including the childish panties laid out on my bed. The nightgown that went along with it was neatly folded on my pillow and what made me really catch my breath was the heavy hairbrush resting on top of the nightgown. It loomed very large as I transformed myself into the child they wanted and all I could do was pray it was there as an incentive for me to be properly prepared when she came up to my room that night for my bed-time spanking. One way or the other, it was also an effective way to make sure I heeded Aunt Eva's parting words and I hurried back downstairs to my fate.

I almost walked directly to the living room but at the last minute I remembered the chair. There was no way I could pretend I didn't know what was going to happen and failure to do my part in the preparations might lead to something like the hairbrush or worse. I was correct.

When I carried the chair and set it down Uncle Fred said, "Well, you were right Eva. She did bring it so it looks like she avoided the strap on her bottom." He smiled and turned to me. "You look lovely my dear. I almost hate to punish you but what must be done must be done. Turn the chair the other way. Your Aunt Eva got to see me put some color into your rear end last time and today she wants to see your face while I spank you."

That explained why my hair was the way it was. She didn't want it to hang down and interfere with her view of my grimaces, tears and other contortions while Uncle Fred was busy with the business end of the activity. But before he could start on that there was the small matter of lifting my dress to expose those damn panties. I think he purposely let me stew about that for a minute before he pulled them down. I said that last time I hardly cared about him seeing my rear end in all its naked glory but now it was different. Maybe I was a little more accepting about getting spanked but I don't think so. I believe it was his hand calmly resting on it that made me very uncomfortable. It's true that I had put myself in this position which was tantamount to giving him certain rights to my bottom but I didn't think that gave him leave to touch me in such an intimate manner. So why didn't I speak up? Because of what I was hearing.

As before they spared me any phony lectures but I would've preferred that to what they did say. The reason we were starting earlier was quite simple really. Aunt Eva was disappointed that she wasn't able to give me a proper bed-time spanking. Now I would have the rest of the afternoon and evening to recuperate so she didn't have to `go easy' on me. The gall of that woman. She was sure I would want to know what Tommy endured that night and I was going to get that knowledge from first hand experience. Her hand. Personally, I was quite impressed with her previous efforts and really didn't want to learn any more about her abilities. I was tempted to say so but I kept that thought to myself. I did manage to whisper a question. "Are you going to use the hairbrush?"

She leaned forward to pat my head and said, "Not unless you give me a reason to."

I was about to get the first of two hard spankings but I actually sighed in relief. Then she settled back onto the couch and said, "I think you can start now Fred."

He answered, "Yes I think you're right." Then to me he said, "I'm sure your bottom is getting cold with all this talk but I'll fix that. Try and keep your head up so your aunt can see your face."

I put my hands on the floor, straightened my arms and was looking her right in the eye when the first swat landed. I tried, I really did but after an eternity of his hand crashing down on me my arms gave out. This was unacceptable and he stopped long enough to reach down and pull me back up by my shoulders. He said, "You avoided the strap once but if I have to stop again I'll be more than happy to use that instead of my hand."

This was the first time he had spoken with anything approaching parental sternness. There was no doubt in my mind that he had just made a serious threat and wouldn't hesitate to see it through. Between my tears I apologized and as soon as I locked my elbows again the spanking continued.

I admit that in some of my thrashing about in agony I swung my head in all directions but for the most part, kept my face where she could see it. Somehow, I found that to be more embarrassing that having someone see my other end, bare or not. So except for her saying that thing about me being well spanked with a bright red bottom to prove it, it was a relief on more than one level when I was finally able to go to the corner. First that the spanking was over and secondly that I could hide my face and cry in peace. I didn't even mind that my shameful display was extended to 30 minutes.

When the time was over Aunt Eva took me upstairs so I could change into `play clothes'. She choose what I should wear out of my normal garments. She could've made me wear a pair of my skin tight jeans but I guess she felt a little sorry for me since she picked out a pair of my baggiest slacks. Then she graciously allowed me to select my own sweatshirt. She stayed with me while I changed so she could collect the dress but the real reason was to make sure I continued to wear the special panties and not get any foolish ideas about putting on a bra. After all, girls that age didn't have breasts large enough to need one. Maybe not but this 22 year old didn't enjoy taking off the dress and having Aunt Eva see them. She smiled at my embarrassment, but it was a smile that sent a cold chill down my spine.

If I had my choice I would've preferred staying in my room where I could lay face down on the bed and read my book but she said I was to go back downstairs to the couch. I hesitated a moment and her voice sharpened. "We're all aware that you've been spanked and are feeling sorry for yourself but I'm not going to allow you to stay here and sulk about it. Either get those pants down and get over my knee or go downstairs, your choice."

What a wonderful woman, giving me some control of my destiny. Let's see, my options were to spend the day in shame or get another spanking, Shame or spanking, shame or spanking. Which to choose? I scurried downstairs. Uncle Fred smiled at my return but my face was red and he said, "There's nothing to be embarrassed about. It was only a spanking."

Isn't that cute? `Only a spanking' as if spanking a 22 year old woman was a normal thing. Unfortunately, it was getting to be.

The book I had been reading was gone and in its place were a few novels more suitable for a girl `that' age. If truth be told, I hadn't read anything like them in years and they were almost enjoyable except for the fact that I was sitting on a sore bottom.

After dinner we watched another G-rated movie and as before, I was snuggled between two loving people and felt the same sense of security. When it was over I took matters into my own hands. I stood up and said, "I think I should go to bed now. Aunt Eva? Will you be coming upstairs soon?"

Her face beamed, "Of course sweetheart. You're such a good girl. I'll be up in ten minutes. Tell Uncle Fred what I'm going to see and what's going to happen before you get into bed."

I assumed my uncle was well aware of how Aunt Eva put the finishing touches to Tommy's punishment and the only reason to make me say it out loud was to humiliate me. It did. I took a breath and said, "Yes Ma'am." I turned to Uncle Fred who was wearing a self-righteous smile of authority. The shame of my situation returned in spades. I said, "I'll be wearing my nightgown but I'll have it bunched up and my panties around my ankles so she can see my bare bottom. Then I'm going to lay across her lap so she can spank me."

"Why?" he asked.

Damn him, wasn't it enough that I had gone along with their game? Did I have to explicitly state my role? I said, "Because I've been a naughty little girl."

I know my face was as red as my bottom was a few hours ago. The odd thing was that in the back of my mind I always knew that I could refuse to be treated like that so by not objecting I was giving my unspoken consent. Her last question was to confirm that I fully understood what I was volunteering for. "Will it be a short little spanking, Dear?"

I closed my eyes against the rising tears and answered, "No. You are going to spank me very hard and for a long time."

Now the tears were flowing freely and she wrapped her arms around me. "I know you're scared but you should save those tears. You're going to need them in a little while. Now upstairs with you and be quick about it. You only have ten minutes until we join you."

I ran to my room, used the bathroom, put on the nightgown and was ready for her in plenty of time. It wasn't until I was in the proper position that her use of the word `we' sunk in. Was Uncle Fred going to be with her? Sure enough, I glanced over my shoulder when I heard the door open and there they were. She explained, "Fred has heard me spank Tommy many times but he's never actually seen it. This is a golden opportunity for him so I hope you don't mind if he watches."

Silly me, where were my manners? What girl wouldn't leap at the chance of having her uncle watch her get a long hard spanking. I wisely chose to keep my sarcastic views to myself. Although she was looking at me during most of her words her eyes darted towards the object on my pillow enough times for me to get the message. He wasn't going anywhere and my only real option was whether he was going to see her hand administering the spanking or that hairbrush. You can probably guess which alternative I choose. I said, "No, I don't mind. He can stay."

That solved that dilemma but what was slightly concerning me was my trip from my present location to the waiting lap. He had (and was presently) seeing my bare rear end but I'd have to turn around and face him to make the trip. My breasts were decently covered but the bottom half of me wasn't. Luckily Aunt Eva had already thought of that. "Fred, turn around a minute. I'll tell you when she's ready. She's being punished but I'll allow her to maintain a bit of modesty."

It's funny now that I think about it. I was on my way to another painful spanking and while I'm sure he saw plenty of my secret charms when my legs were flailing about during his spankings, I was relived that he wasn't going to see my pubic hairs. As far as the back side of me felt about his presence, let me say this. Standing in the corner or being over his lap was one thing but it seemed worse to have him staring at my bottom that night. Remember when I said my father's hand soon drove all thoughts of who was watching out of my mind? With him it only took a few swats and I wish I could say the same of Aunt Eva. It wasn't due to any lack of ability on her part. It's just that this spanking was the most embarrassing one I had gotten and it took quite a while before I could forget about Uncle Fred watching us. Don't worry, I eventually did and then spent considerable time in the usual antics that accompany what I had predicted and Aunt Eva was bringing to life. A very long and hard spanking.

I was only dimly aware of Aunt Eva gently rubbing my bottom after the spanking and inviting Uncle Fred to feel how hot the skin was. I think it was him that eventually pulled my panties up and carried me into bed. They let me lay face down and after both of them kissed me on the head, they pulled the covers up and left me to suffer alone.

The next morning Aunt Eva woke me up and said breakfast was going to be served soon. The intoxicating smell of fresh baked cinnamon buns and strong coffee filled the air and I had to smile at her. She smiled back and said, "You can take a shower and get dressed after breakfast. Hurry up before your uncle eats everything."

They had a soft cushion on my usual chair at the breakfast table and everything was delicious. There's nothing like a day of spanking and humiliation to make you appreciate a sunny day and great food. They were very attentive and caring and asked if I felt up to a bit of shopping. I laughed and replied that I thought it was a wonderful idea as long as I didn't have to try on any shoes. They looked confused until I added, "That would involve sitting down and it's going to be a day or two before I can do that without vividly remembering how hard you both spanked me."

They both looked down and I realized that although the cushion under me was an implied acknowledgement of what had happened the day before, I was the first one to actually say anything about that subject. I wasn't sure how to apologize and we all sat in silence for minute before Aunt Eva spoke. "Well, now that it's out in the open you should know that your Uncle Fred and I both think you're being an awfully good sport about our little game and we appreciate it. And we've decided to retire your little girl clothes. You won't be spanked like that any more."

I didn't know what to say. Thank you didn't seem right and to be frank, I was almost disappointed. It wasn't that I liked getting spanked but in a way I can't explain, even to myself, it brought us closer together.

After a moment Aunt Eva broke the silence. "This won't be just any old shopping trip. We have a mission and a specific store or two in mind. First off I remember you drooling over a little black dress a couple of weeks ago so we want to buy that for you."

I was shocked, "But that thing cost ."

Aunt Eva held up her hand and finished my sentence the way she wanted it to go. "It cost no more than we'd spend on our own daughter who's made us so very proud. It looks like you're going to graduate at the top of your class and such hard work deserves special recognition."

I blushed and thanked them.

At the store that dress fit perfectly and I hugged it until I had to give it up and let the clerk ring up the sale. Then we went to one of those stores that sells sexy unmentionables. Aunt Eva told Uncle Fred to hold my package and wait outside while she took me in with her. She said, "One of the reasons I've always wanted a daughter is so I could buy her pretty clothes but you already know that. What I'm talking about now is clothes for all occasions. As long as you're going to continue your occasional weekend escapades with virile young men you should have a few things that'll knock their socks off." She giggled conspiratorially as she continued, "But getting their socks off is not really the point is it?"

We had a wonderful time and ended up buying two matching bra and panty sets. I was appalled at the price since the manufacturer didn't have to use very much cloth. They were skimpy, very sexy and as Aunt Eva put it, sure to please any male who saw me in them and make him all the more eager to get them off me. Then she bought me the slinkiest and sheerest little nightgown you ever saw. I pointed out the after my date saw me in that underwear I wouldn't need anything like that but she giggled again and said, "Not right away but when he wakes up in the morning and sees you wearing it I'll bet it gets a rise out of him if you get my drift. I'm betting we won't see you back at our house until late afternoon."

The very next weekend her prophesies came true. All of them and all I could say when I finally got home was, "Wow!"

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