Well, back to the spankings. You didn't think I'd forgotten about them did you? Remember how I said I was a little disappointed when they said I wouldn't get spanked again? I shouldn't have been. Read that part over and you'll see that she said they weren't going to spank me as a little girl anymore, not that they wouldn't spank me in some other role.

It was a little over a month later when Aunt Eva and I were running some errands and we stopped at a clothing store. It was one of those places that caters only to teenage fashions. I said my taste in clothes had changed and I had outgrown that kind of stuff quite a few years ago. She smiled as sweetly as ever and said, "I know that dear and that's why we're here. We've got to pick out just the right things for tonight."

I had that uneasy feeling again. Just like the time she did up my hair in her room but this time I had to know what she had in mind and asked her. Ever so nonchalantly and as if it was the most normal thing to say she replied, "Because tonight you're going to learn how we punished Tommy when he was in high school. Here, try this on. I think you'll be adorable in it."

It wasn't near as much fun as modeling that little black dress but as this sentence suggests, I did as I was told. She had me try on a number of things until she was satisfied that I was properly outfitted for the evening's entertainment. And after paying for them she made me go back into the dressing room and put them on so I looked ridiculous leaving the store.

Upon our arrival at the house Uncle Fred grinned and said, "My, how you've grown up in the last month. Already a teenager and cute as the devil. It's such a shame you have to be punished but you're not too old to be spanked and that's exactly what's going to happen. Let's get to it.."

Aunt Eva took the bag that contained my other clothes and put them on the table as Uncle Fred walked towards the living room. I almost followed him but stopped short. I decided that it was better to be safe than sorry so I asked if I should be bringing in a chair. Aunt Eva smiled and said, "Oh, that's right. She doesn't know what to expect. We won't need the chair but sit down for a minute and let me tell you about it."

She patiently described the order of events. The things I was supposed to do and the things he was going to do to me. First I was supposed to .

Ha. You thought I was going to tell you didn't you. Nope. Maybe I was aware of what was to transpire but I'm going to keep it secret from you and let you find out bit by bit. Personally I wished I didn't know what was going to happen either. I would've preferred to let each thing happen as it came along but I had a role to play and had to know what to do. After all, when Tommy had to endure this he knew what to expect so why should I be blithely unaware of what was awaiting me? Nevertheless, now I knew and let me tell you, it took a great deal of courage to stand up again and head for the hall closet.

The hall closet you ask. Yes. Remember that `better safe than sorry' business a few minutes ago? You know, where I was worried he'd use the strap if I didn't bring the chair. Well, it was wasted for two reasons. First because it wasn't going to be an over-the-knee punishment so a chair was unnecessary and secondly, he was going to use the strap anyway. So instead of playing amateur furniture mover I was to fetch the strap. They kept it in the hall closet. Just inside and slightly behind the doorjamb where you'd probably never see it but thanks to Aunt Eva's helpful instructions, I knew just where it was. It obviously been years since it was put to use since it was covered with dust. I brushed most of it off and figured that whatever was left would fly off and it was flying down on me. It looked like it started out as a wide belt but somewhere along the line the buckle had been removed. It felt heavy in my hands and showed signs of wear. Probably the result of many years usage in both its functions, holding up pants and bringing considerable discomfort to someone who's pants were no longer a factor.

I dutifully delivered it to Uncle Fred and moved to the couch. Not the soft cushioned part but on the side next to the arm. This is where Tommy had to take off his pants and briefs before bending over the arm. From what they told me he was a bit of a handful during those years and performed this action numerous times and now it was my turn. The skirt I was wearing was short enough that all I really had to do was take of my panties and bend over to completely expose the strap's landing site but in keeping with tradition, the skirt was the first thing to be removed.

Figure this out for me, would you? Uncle Fred had seen my lower half covered in nothing but panties on two occasions, three if you count his presence for my second evening spanking as a separate incident. So why was it so hard to let him see me like that again? It wasn't just that I was afraid of the strap which I was. Even though I hadn't felt it yet I could see it was not going to any picnic but there was something else. The clothes I was wearing during these sessions helped me get into the proper frame of mind and maybe that was it. The panties he saw before were the special ones that were only associated with spanking and now he was seeing the sort I wore every day. This may sound weird but the only way to get past this problem was to get them off and I felt more comfortable when they were gone. Can you imagine preferring that he saw my bare bottom rather than look at my underwear?

I may've made it sound like the preparations were more complicated but as you can see, they weren't. My job was just about done. All that was left was for me to bend over the arm of the couch and pull myself forward so my bottom was the highest part of me. Then Uncle Fred would take over the action but that's not really the whole truth. His part was to swing and swat whereas I got to do a lot of other things. For instance; crying, begging, kicking my legs, pleading, sobbing and stuff like that. None of which required any special role playing ability.

Once I was settled Aunt Eva gave me a throw pillow to hold so I could bury my face and muffle the loudest shrieks. I didn't express myself in that manner previously but they assured me that the strap was going to elicit more than one. It did.

I suppose the good news is that he didn't spank me for as long as he did for the other times. The bad news was that he didn't have to. There was a formula they used to decide the number of strokes that starts with one for each year of age as the basic spanking. Then more are added to deal with the `crime' itself which could easily double or triple that total. In my case they decided I was fifteen and since their scenario didn't include any specific misbehavior on my part they only added ten more to bring me up to twenty-five. I was assured that Tommy usually received many more so I guess they were going a little easier on me again. Not that it made much difference. You know the shock you get when a hand comes crashing down on your bottom the first time? Multiply that tenfold and you might understand how I felt when the strap and I finally met.

He didn't hurry. I had plenty of time between each swat to let the `lesson of the leather' sink in. By number five I had started the begging and pleading and tears were forming. They were streaking down my face by number ten and I was using the time between swats to move my legs in all directions in a vain attempt to relieve the pain. In retrospect, my present position and his location right behind me must've given him quite a view every time I opened my legs. But that strap has a way of focusing your attention on it and nothing else. So, at the time I didn't realize what a show I was putting on for him and even if I did, I probably wouldn't have cared.

As we passed the basic spanking and moved into the ten extras the shriek muffling pillow was getting a good workout. I stopped counting and it took a while until I was aware that the it had been longer than usual for the next one to arrive and that, in fact, the strapping was over. They let me stay where I was until my sobs were under control. After slowly and painfully regaining my feet I returned the strap to its special place. This was the signal that the spanking was over and it was a trip I was happy to make. Note that it did not mean that the punishment was over, just the physical portion of it. Then I went back to the living room to stand in front of them. Now that I was more `grown-up' they expected me to understand the need for their discipline and to thank them for doing it. You may've noticed that I didn't say anything about putting my panties and skirt back on. They were still next to the couch. It's amazing how a couple dozen licks with the strap can overcome some of your inhibitions. During my short trip to the closet and while standing directly in front of him I kept my hands at my sides and didn't even try to cover that little crop of hair I was so modest about before.

I had `outgrown' the need to stand in a corner so I was allowed to put my panties and skirt back on immediately afterwards. Then they sat me down at the dining room table to do homework. Not my regular studies but something more suitable to my make-believe age. Uncle Fred had an old math book and assigned me tons of problems. It might not have been too bad if it were almost any other subject but I hated math. It had been years since I had done that stuff and I spent a lot of time going back into the text to remind myself how to resolve the equations. Why was I so diligent? Maybe because it I didn't finish the assignment or got more that a certain percentage wrong I was going to make another trip to the hall closet and it wasn't to get my coat. So my throbbing rear end stayed glued to the chair and my hand developed cramps from all the writing. I ask you, what's wrong with calculators anyway?

There was nothing unusual about supper other than the clean up. That was entirely my job. I had often helped in this regard and many times did the job myself but now that it was part of the punishment it was not a chore I did with a grateful heart. Then back to the book of problems. He gave me plenty so it was another few hours before I was done.

I had to wait while he reviewed my solutions and he even had a red pen to mark the errors. He was sitting at the far end of the table so I couldn't see my score. Then he cleared his throat and I stopped breathing. He was going to announce whether my next journey was to the closet or upstairs. Neither one really appealed to me but Aunt Eva's spanking was a foregone conclusion and I prayed I had done well enough to avoid another session with him. At last he said, "There's quite a few mistakes but you passed." I breathed a sigh of relief and he continued, "You can go upstairs now."

I wasn't sure if I still had to put on a nightgown and face the wall with my panties down but as I started to leave Aunt Eva gave me new guidance. I was to go to the bathroom, brush my teeth and call down to her that I was ready for her to finish my punishment. Specifically mentioning that said punishment was to include another long hard spanking. Yep, those were the words I had to shout down the stair. Pretty embarrassing isn't it? You bet it was but that was just the start of it.

Before they arrived I looked at my pillow. I was grateful to see that the hairbrush was nowhere to be seen. Then I heard them coming up the stairs. It was no big surprise to see Uncle Fred with her again. I figured, "what the heck, he's already seen his wife giving me a spanking so it'll be nothing new for either of us." Boy, was I wrong. Aunt Eva sat on my bed and said, "When Tommy was this age he had to take his spankings totally nude. I'm sure stripping in front of me was very embarrassing for him but there were a couple of benefits. On one level the humiliation was part of his punishment but on a deeper level it did a good job of bringing him down an extra peg or two so he didn't even think of rebelling at what he was going to get. I sure you don't have any rebellious ideas but we'll follow tradition anyway."

I looked towards Uncle Fred and then back to Aunt Eva with a pleading expression. She answered my unspoken question by saying, "Yes, he's going to stay here. I noticed that you were a little uneasy when it was just me that saw your breasts. That's a good start but we want to go beyond that. I'm convinced that having your uncle here to watch is going to bring you to the same level of embarrassment Tommy used to feel and it adds that special spice that makes a punishment so much more meaningful. You can take your clothes off now but keep facing us. We'll see plenty of your bottom later. Lets see what the rest of you looks like."

I didn't have much time to weigh my options. Oh, No, not the one you're thinking about. That one never even entered my mind. I can't explain it but I wasn't about to stand up for my rights and tell them I'd had enough of their games. I was committed to see it through. The options I'm talking about were how to get undressed. My first thought was to start with the skirt but then I remembered how I felt downstairs when he saw my regular panties so it had to be the blouse first. But then he would see the other half of my underwear which was probably going to be just as bad. And then what? Should I stand there in my bra while I took off the skirt or take it off right away so he could stare at my bare breasts? But that didn't seem right either. Who was the one who decided a woman should take off all of her outer clothes before removing her underwear? Whoever it was established a precedent I was not about to go against. Still, I was in a quandary until good old Aunt Eva took the choice out of my hands. Her decision was to start at the top.

I unbuttoned it slowly and had a thought. If I get everything off in hurry it wouldn't be too bad so I quickly shucked the blouse and reached down for the skirt. Aunt Eva spoiled my plan by saying, "Don't throw your clothes like that. Pick it up, put it in the hamper and then get right back where you are to take your skirt off."

I had to walk past Uncle Fred to get to the hamper and when I returned to center stage my next instructions were to count to five slowly before reaching for the skirt. Of course, I had to stand straight and make sure my hands and arms didn't block either of their views. I was right about how I would feel to have him see me in my bra but there was nothing I could do about it. Once the skirt was off I repeated my trip back and forth to the hamper. She said Tommy was embarrassed when he had to do this. I'm sure it was for him but that was a large understatement when it came to my feelings. Mortification comes closer. Ever hear of synergy? I was getting a good demonstration of it. Think about the embarrassment I felt when he saw me in my panties downstairs and add his view of my bra and then increase it exponentially. Wait a minute. What the hell was that? A math term? Damn him and his stupid idea for my `homework'.

Unlike the panty incident downstairs, taking off the embarrassing underwear wasn't go to help in the slightest. But in keeping with ancient rules of female disrobing Aunt Eva ordered me to take off the bra. I've told you that I'm not what you would call well-endowed but I was proud of what I had. My periodic male companions seemed to like them too but that didn't mean I was happy to show them to Uncle Fred and walk past him to put it in the hamper. I had to count to ten before I could complete the job. At last I was `allowed' to peel my panties off. For some reason I didn't feel as relived as when I bared my bottom for the strap. At least then I could immediately put myself over the arm of the couch and not have to sashay past him twice more. Rather than return to my former location I went directly to Aunt Eva and asked if I should get over her lap. She replied, "No silly girl. You've one more trip to make. It's on my dresser. Bring it here."

Have you guessed what `it' was? I knew right away and there it was, right where she said it would be. My hand was shaking as I picked it up. It felt sturdier than it looked and was much too inflexible as far as I was concerned. Like the strap, it was only used as a threat when I was a `little girl' but was considered eminently suitable for a teenager. And to think I felt a sense of relief when I didn't see it on my pillow earlier.

When I handed it to her and lay across her thighs I had to ask how many swats she was going to give me. She patted my head in her loving manner and said, "Don't be foolish. This is just like my other spankings. The hairbrush is only because you're older and need a tad more punishment. There's been plenty of time since your uncle strapped you so it'll probably be as long as your last time on my lap so you don't have to worry about counting."

Oh yeah, that's what I was worrying about all right and it such a comfort to put it out of my mind. Then I could concentrate on nothing but the hairbrush CRASHING ONTO ME. Wasn't that cute, I used uppercase to show you when the first one landed. O.K. I won't do it again but what else is there to say about that spanking? It hurt. Oh, I guess I should tell you about the little break in the action. She stopped and Uncle Fred helped us shift positions so she was sitting at an angle and I could rest my torso on the bed. It wasn't just for my benefit. It was so I could put my face into the pillow he put under my head. I guess I was making too much noise to suit them. Gee, I'm really sorry about that.

Eventually she stopped for good. In my mind at the time it was about a year or two after she started.

I felt hands helping me to my feet and I fell into Uncle Fred's arms. He hugged me and stroked my hair while my tears got his shoulder sopping wet. Then they helped me get into my pajamas and I was lovingly tucked in for the night. My rear end was still in agony but I fell asleep almost immediately.

A word about my the actual length of her spanking. Since the subject of our activities was now an acceptable topic of conversation I asked Aunt Eva if she ever noticed how long my bed-time spankings were. She smiled and said, "I really shouldn't be telling you this but I watch the clock and have never spanked you or Tommy more than seven or eight minutes. I gather it seems longer to you." I assured her that it did.

I'll bet you've been waiting breathlessly for me to tell you how I felt about their special idiosyncrasies aren't you? Well tough. You'll just have to wait a little longer while I tell you about another incident. And I think that'll answer your question.

Before I get to that let me say that their `teenager' got one more set of spankings. I won't go into any details since it was pretty much the same as the last one. But if it'll make you feel better, here's a synopsis. I gave the strap to Uncle Fred, he gave me twenty-five swats, I did math `homework' the rest of the day, I stripped in front of both of them in my room, Aunt Eva spanked me with the hairbrush, I cried, shrieked, sobbed, did a lot of wriggling and kicking and then they put me to bed. Happy now?

The incident I want you to tell you about was when I stopped being a teenager and did a little more `growing up'.

I guess you could say it started on a Friday night. I was on a date and after the sexy undies got him really stirred up we had fantastic sex well into the early hours of morning. And it looked like the slinky nightgown was doing its duty when we woke up but then he flipped me over and slapped my rear end rather hard. I quickly rolled off the bed and politely asked him what in the hell he thought he was doing. He said, "I'm going to take you over my knee and spank your adorable bottom until you so hot you'll be begging me to plow into you." I moved closer to him to him. He smiled until my arm went back and came forward with all the force I could muster to slap that stupid smile right off his face. Ouch, I really hurt my hand but it was worth it. I'd heard of people like him who think a girl gets all turned on when she's getting spanked but thought they only existed in stories. This guy was a real pervert. I got dressed in record time and was out of there.

Aunt Eva and Uncle Fred were surprised to see me home so early but not as surprised as they were going to be. I was still pretty upset so they left me alone while I showered, changed into my normal Saturday clothes, had a bite of breakfast and went storming out of the house again. I was back for lunch and then went to my room to think about my decision until it was time to act. I picked up the bag containing the results of my short trip and headed downstairs where I ordered, yes, ordered them both into the living room. I brought along Aunt Eva's calendar and they sat on the couch while I gave my little speech.. "O.K. Here's the deal. Like today, we'll always start at two o'clock in the afternoon."

Aunt Eva asked, "Start what dear?"

I snapped at her, "No questions until I'm done." Then I pointed to a square on the calendar about a month away and continued, "You didn't have anything planned for this day but now you do. I'll put an `lg' in it. Let's see, the next month we'll put a `tg' on the seventeenth and the twenty second is free on the month after that so we'll make that a `gw'. We can work out the schedule for the rest of my stay later."

This time it was Uncle Fred who interrupted. "What are you talking about?"

I put the calendar down and looked at both of them for a moment. "You said you weren't going to spank me as a little girl anymore but I'm going to bring that outfit out of retirement. I'll wear it on the day I marked `lg' which stands for `little girl'. A `tg' day is when you will deal with a teenage girl so you've two months to pick out more math problems."

Aunt Eva was starting to smile. "And what is `gw'?"

I pulled my sweatshirt over my head and as I was taking my jeans off I said, "That's what we're going to add to the repertoire today. It stands for `grown woman' which is what I really am and you are going to punish me accordingly. Uncle Fred will use the strap but more than he does for a teenager. Twenty-two for the basic amount and another twenty-two for the extras. Then I'll sit at the table for the rest of the day doing homework but it'll be my own studies. When we all go upstairs tonight Aunt Eva will use her hairbrush on me. Bring a timer and we'll set it for fifteen minutes. Don't stop before it rings."

I had my bra off and was pulling down my panties as I finished. "And as you can see, I'm to be punished in the nude and will stay that way until Aunt Eva has finished my bed-time spanking. Now, are there any questions?"

Uncle Fred said, "You had a hard time getting through twenty five strokes with the strap. Are you sure you want to raise the ante to forty-four? Don't you think that may be more than you can handle?"

I picked up the bag I brought and pulled out a two pairs of fur lined leather cuffs and a coil of rope. "That's what these are for. When you put me over the arm of the couch you're going to tie me so I won't have any choice."

Aunt Eva spoke next. "Put them on dear." I shook my head, "No. That's another small change in the routine. You're going to punish me up to and maybe a little past what I think I can take. I'll follow your orders and not fight you but that's the extent of my voluntary preparation for the spankings. That includes getting the implements. Uncle Fred is going to fetch the strap from the closet and when we go upstairs you will bring the hairbrush and the pillows from your bed. I'll explain why later."

I stopped for a breath and Aunt Eva said, "Never mind dear. I think I know what the pillows are for and I think it's a wonderful idea. Shall we get started?"

I answered, "Not yet. I have a few more things to say. First of all I just realized I made a mistake. I shouldn't have taken my clothes off but I'm not going to bother putting them back on now. Next time we do this I want the two of you to strip me and feel free to make it as shameful a process as you can. In fact, although I've given you the extent of my physical punishment I want you to use your imaginations and if you can think of any other ways to embarrass or humiliate me, go ahead. I'm ready now."

They looked at each other, nodded and came forward. They each put a cuff on my wrists and when Aunt Eva bent down to put one on my ankle Uncle Fred stopped her. "There's no need to rush. Look at these lovely things. They're not very big but they are nicely formed. Do you think she'd mind if I touched them?"

Aunt Eva smiled as she straightened up. "Not at all. She won't to anything we do. It's not as if she were underage. Then we'd be guilty of molesting a child. She's a grown woman and her feminine charms are ours to do with as we please. You play with that one and I'll do this side. Then we can switch."

Was this what I had in mind? Maybe not but I told them to add to my humiliation and making me stand there submissively while they stroked, squeezed and lightly pinched my breasts was certainly doing a fine job. When they wanted to switch sides they ordered me to turn and face the other direction. After all, I was the one being punished so why should they have to expend any energy walking around me?

When they were done on top they moved lower but not directly. Instead they very slowly worked their way in that direction with one of their hands on my front and the other traveling down my back. They stopped in the middle and Aunt Eva complimented me on my flat stomach while Uncle Fred was more concerned with fondling my bottom. And to think I thought just resting his hand there was embarrassing.

They led me to the couch and with the aid of Uncle Fred's penknife to cut the rope into manageable pieces, I was firmly affixed. Now I didn't have to worry about my lower extremity gyrations giving him a good view of my privates this time. My legs were already tied wide apart and everything was blatantly displayed already. A rope from my wrists to the far end of the couch ensured that I wasn't going anywhere. The final touch was more in deference to their ears than to my feelings, Aunt Eva put the throw pillow under my face to muffle my shrieks. It got a lot of use.

When the strapping was over they let(?) me stay tied to the couch so I could get my sobbing under control and reflect on my punishment for the next hour. When they let me up they made a minor modification to my outline. I wasn't going to completely nude, I kept the cuffs on.

Sitting at the table was much worse than before and I couldn't possibly concentrate of the books in front of me. In their kindness they realized I was wasting my time so they let me give my rear end a rest. Uncle Fred cut some more of the rope and used a short piece to keep my hands no more than four inches apart and the other piece of rope constrained my steps to less than a foot so wherever I went I had to shuffle. Aunt Eva usually kept the house in order and properly cleaned but that day it became my job to play `happy little maid' as I vacuumed the floors and dusted the furniture. Uncle Fred especially liked the way I dusted the lowest shelves since I was not allowed to squat down but had to keep my legs straight and bend at the waist so my unhappy little bottom was pointed directly at him. It took four or five times on each shelf before he would tell me to move on to the next one.

When I was not otherwise occupied I had to stand with my hands on my head and more than once my exposed breasts were the center of attention to be felt and squeezed. The only part of me that was unofficially off-limits was my genitals but their fingers came awfully close a few times. However, don't get the idea that they ignored that part of me completely.

After supper we watched TV. Actually I'm not sure if any of us were paying attention to it. I gave up after a bit because it was upside down to me. I was laying on my back on the floor with my head pointed towards the set and my ankles were attached to my wrists. I kept my arms and legs as wide as I could so the area they hadn't touched was the main focus of their eyes. My faithful throw pillow was under my lower back to raise it up off the floor and make it even more pronounced.

As long as my story has me in this obscene display I should mention a thing or two about sex. There are certain parts of a woman's body that are primarily associated with the sex act. Society decrees that they should be decently covered unless you are about to engage in intimate relations. So, aside from visits to the doctor, displaying these areas in other contexts can be very embarrassing as evidenced by my reactions when Aunt Eva and Uncle Fred included various levels of this in my punishments. The more I was exposed the greater my embarrassment and therefore, my humiliation in being made to obey them. It had reached new heights on this day. Not only was I prohibited from hiding anything from their eyes but I had to endure them touching me in what would normally be an inappropriate manner. As if this wasn't bad enough, I had to allow them such liberties without the comfort of being bound and helpless. I'm sure neither Aunt Eva or Uncle Fred had sexual designs on me and I know I was not aroused in that way. No, my nudity and their access to my breasts was only their not too subtle way of keeping my mortification at a high intensity.

With all that being said I'll return to my position in front of the TV set. The display of my most intimate part was definitely the highlight of their imaginative ideas to punish me without physical contact, either sexually or with one of the spanking implements. I was of two minds about it. Which was worse, the present humiliation or the upcoming event in my room. The choice was not mine to make. I remained on my back until they finally decided that it was time to move the game upstairs.

I didn't have to give them any instructions. They figured out why the extra pillows were necessary. Except for the one they put under my face, they were piled up to keep my bottom high and vulnerable. Ropes running from my cuffs to the four feet of the bed kept it that way. I think it was about the longest fifteen minutes of my life before they released me. I may've been a grown woman who had just been severely punished but it was a comfort when they tucked me into the bed and each kissed me gently.

So, back to me telling you how I felt about our little idiosyncrasies. Guess what? I just did.

I find it interesting that on the other special days that followed I was just as embarrassed and sore. You'd think that after the ordeal I just described I would find those `lesser' punishment scenarios easier. Not so. Humiliation is humiliation and spankings are spankings. The fact that you might've had worse is immaterial at the time. Each punishment exists on its own and while it is happening that's all that's on your mind. I was as mortified when Uncle Fred saw my childish underpants as I was when I was naked and being fondled. And when I was over his or Aunt Eva's lap I cried just as earnestly.

By the way, I did graduate at the top of my class and my professor enticed me to stay and work on a Ph.D. I even received a generous grant so I could afford to live in a small apartment but I decided to put the money into a savings account instead. I kind of liked living with Aunt Eva and Uncle Fred.

Life was good but it got even better.

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