Tommy transferred to the same university I was attending and moved back home with his folks. It was good to have someone my age around except for our special role playing sessions. Luckily he was into his own form of pain. He voluntarily hurled his body down the sides of mountains at breakneck speeds on two thin slats of wood. Luckily(?), his ski weekends gave Aunt Eva and Uncle Fred a chance to punish me in my various characterizations. I had to be especially careful that he not notice anything amiss in the way I moved or sat when he returned so it was unofficially agreed that the `gw' days would have to wait until he was gone longer.

We were eating dinner when he asked about the cryptic notations on the calendar. There was an awkward silence around the table as Aunt Eva and Uncle Fred looked at each other and then to me. Finally Aunt Eva spoke but there was a noticeable nervousness in her voice. "Oh, it's nothing. Those are just reminders for some stuff I have to do for my book club."

He didn't question her flimsy answer but I could see that he didn't believe her. I'm pretty sure he saw that whatever it was, it embarrassed me too and he dropped the subject. A few months later I noticed him giving me a funny look as he got ready to go skiing on a weekend that had one of the secret codes on the calendar. He asked if I planned on going out and when I said I was going to stay home and spend some time with his folks he smiled and said, "I'm sure you will."

The way he said it made me a little nervous and it was on my mind the next day as I put on my party dress. I was still thinking about as I went directly to the living room. As soon as I got there I realized I forgot something and quickly turned around to go back to the dining room but it was too late. Uncle Fred sharply told me to stay where I was and he would get it. I started crying because I knew he was going to come back with more than the chair. Sure enough, he made a side trip to the closet. I started apologizing and pleading but neither he or Aunt Eva were moved. The only thing that moved was me and that was because he was dragging me to the chair.

I have to admit that I had wondered about what an over the knee spanking with the strap would be like but it was no more than an idle curiosity, not something I actually wanted to experience. Nevertheless, I had inadvertently walked right into one.

In nothing flat I was upended and properly bared for something much worse than a hand spanking. As you would expect, that gave me more than the usual reason to think about why my bottom had been unveiled and worry less about the actual exposure. Unfortunately, that quickly changed. Instead of getting right to it he put his hand on my rear end and while not doing the sort of fondling he did when it was a `gw' day it made me uncomfortable. Why didn't he start spanking right away you ask? Because I had given them an excuse to practice their lecture technique. My ears burned as they berated me for not remembering the proper way to prepare for my spanking. Aunt Eva had the final word. She said, "OK Fred. Give her what she deserves." My focus shifted to his hand and that he was lifting it off of me. The next thing to come down was going to be the strap. Maybe it wasn't going to be as bad as when I was over the arm of the couch but as I said earlier, each punishment exists on its own and I wasn't looking forward to this one.

Aunt Eva may've been the last to speak but Uncle Fred and the strap had the real last word on the matter. He couldn't get as much of a swing with me on his lap but that's an academic observation. My bottom wasn't concerned with comparisons, it just wanted him to stop. Which, of course, he did but not right away. No, not right away at all. Unlike when I was over the arm of the couch, there was no set number and he just spanked and spanked and spanked.

The rest of the day went as usual if you can call our activities usual. They were for us anyway. Even the bed-time spanking. As was now our habit, Uncle Fred was there and although there was absolutely nothing about me he hadn't seen before, he graciously turned around for my trip to Aunt Eva's lap. That's when I was reminded that I heard more than her spanking Tommy that long ago Sunday. She included an angry recap of his sins amid the slapping sounds. She had not done that with me previously but this night was a different story. I only thought she had finished her harangue downstairs. I was getting it again and while the spanking that followed was not any longer than her others she filled the spaces between the spanks with more harsh words about my failings. It had the desired effect and in addition to the typical sore bottom, I was a very sorry little girl when they tucked me into bed.

After they left I reflected on the day and I was most ashamed that they had to lecture me. Everything they said was still ringing in my ears but there was one thing that really stuck out. That was when they used Tommy as an example of obedience. He obviously wasn't a perfect little angel or he wouldn't have gotten spanked but at least he knew how to prepare the room. He never forgot the chair and if he was there he would've attested to that fact.

If he was there?

Why did that phrase mean more than everything else they said? I tried to force it out of my mind but it wouldn't go away.

If he was there.

I'm sure they just meant it as a means of verifying their assertion and not that they actually wanted him in the room. But what if he was? If he was there what would he think when he saw me getting spanked like that? If he was there would I still submit to them?

If he was there.

It was like a mantra of shame. If he was there would he pretend he was much younger and let them spank him also? That seemed unlikely so what would his presence mean? If he was there it would definitely add to my humiliation and make him a very real part of my punishment. But, if he was there would he be satisfied with just watching it? What if he wasn't just an observer? If he was there would he spank me too?

Whoa, where did that idea come from? Tommy spanking me? Oh, No. Don't even think about it. He was my pseudo-cousin. So? Fred and Eva were relatives in my mind too. But he was my friend. So what would I call Aunt Eva and Uncle Fred? We had fun together and they were two of my best friends. Do you see where this is going? I was invalidating every argument I offered against Tommy spanking me. Aha, at last I found one that was irrefutable. He was not an authority figure like Aunt Eva and Uncle Fred were. He had no right to punish me as a little girl or as a teenager. There, that took care of that and now I could get to sleep. Damn. What about the grown woman punishments? Wouldn't he just love to help them take my clothes off and join in the fun of exploring my naked body? He'd have his hands all over me. Touching and squeezing and maybe even more. Luckily that got me to thinking about the sort of things I did with some of my dates and got my thoughts off the subject of spanking. The only problem was that I was still thinking about Tommy instead of any of the men I went out with and I slept with fitful dreams.

I was the last of those dreams that caused the most consternation. In it I was being spanked and it was a combination of the real ones. I was over a lap in the living room but I was nude and it was Tommy who was slamming his hand down onto my backside. Then, in that funny way dreams can distort logic our location magically shifted to my room and as the spanking continued he was putting his hand between my legs and doing the most wonderful things where Aunt Eva and Uncle Fred never touched me. I woke up just as he was carrying me to the bed and it wasn't to tuck me in for the night. I was sweating and very aroused. That was the most erotic dream I could remember but didn't that make me as perverted as the fellow I slapped?

I quickly got up and took a cold shower but those images kept coming back. When Tommy came home that night I was not very sociable. He was telling us about his trip and was full of funny anecdotes but every time he looked at me I shuddered and if he asked me a question I responded with short and curt answers. Try as I might, all through his narrative I couldn't stop looking at his hands and his lap. Finally I couldn't stand it anymore and had to leave the room.

I got over it by the next day and things went back to normal for the rest of the week. Well, mostly normal. He showed up in my dreams frequently and more than once had me over his lap. The ones where he spanked me weren't like nightmares per se but they scared me. Why? Because they were the most exciting. What was I turning into?.

The next Friday Aunt Eva and Uncle Fred left for a vacation trip and I had a date. Unfortunately the guy I was supposed to go out with called to cancel at the last minute. He had a valid excuse but I was very disappointed. We were going to a movie I wanted to see and that's not all of it. I just had a week of sexual frustration and planned to get him in bed and give him the night of his life. Tommy saw my frustration (about the movie, not about the sex) and said he'd been wanting to see it also so we went together. Afterwards we went out dancing and had a wonderful time. It was a different sort of date than I'd been on for a long time. In spite of my dreams I didn't see the real Tommy as a potential lover so I could concentrate on having fun and not worry about how the follow-on sex would be.

When we arrived back at the house and got to the front door he said, "I feel like I've been on the best date I've had in years."

I laughed and replied, "Is this where you kiss me and go back to your car?"

He smiled and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. I playfully used my most seductive voice and said, "My folks aren't home. You can come inside for a while if you'd like."

He bargained with my invitation and asked, "If I do, can I kiss you again?"

I was in a mood to flirt and do a little teasing so I slunk next to him and purred, "Of course but don't think you have to stop at only one kiss."

He just as playfully accepted and with a lot of laughing we managed to get the door unlocked. Now that we were both home the date was officially ended but something else was about to start. I said, "Thank you for a wonderful time. I haven't had so much fun on a date in a long time too."

Our eyes met as he said, "I believe you agreed to let me kiss you again. I'd like to collect on that."

He moved closer and reached out for me. I raised my face, he lowered his, our lips met, our tongues wrestled, my toes curled, he picked me up and we kissed each other a lot more as he carried me upstairs. He stopped in the hallway between our rooms and he asked, "Your place or mine?"

My head was spinning and I wanted him so bad but two things bothered me. First that I was still thinking of him as my `cousin' and the other I'm almost too embarrassed to admit. Maybe later.

He apparently had no inhibitions about having sex with his `cousin' and he was helping me shed mine by helping me shed my clothes. Yes, I said helping me. I was an active participant. Let's face it, `cousin' or not I was as horny as hell. All week I had been waking up soaking wet and I don't just mean perspiring and he was the cause. I mumbled "My place. The bed is bigger."

My shirt and bra were already off and he was nibbling on my breasts as we stumbled towards the bed. In short order all our clothes were gone and I couldn't get him into me fast enough. There was nothing gentle about our first encounter and then he spent a long time getting us both ready for a repeat performance. And then another and then . . .

I woke up with a big smile on my face just as he walked in with a breakfast tray. The toast was cold and the coffee was horrible but that sweet gesture made up for it. He joined me on the bed and when we put the tray aside I jumped up and dug into my dresser for the special negligee. I scurried into the bathroom to change and made my grand entrance. My sexy stance and the look on his face were all the foreplay we needed. He had risen to the occasion and we made good use of it.

We showered together and went to our separate rooms. I was almost completely dressed when he stuck his head in the door and said, "Why don't you wear that little girl thing or dress up like a teenager?"

Did you ever get hit with a baseball bat? I can't say as I have either but I imagine it would knock the wind out of me just like his question did. It's a good thing I was standing next to the bed because my legs were too weak to hold me and I had to sit down. My mind was racing but the only thing I could think of to say was a delaying tactic. "What are you talking about?"

He walked over to my closet. The party dress and petticoats hanging next to each other and now they were in his hand. "These things and the cartoon panties that go with them. Or at least I assume they're part of the same outfit. Are they?"

It was deer in the headlights of a semi time. I was stunned but I slowly nodded. He continued, "I'll bet you're cute as a button when you're dressed like that. Do they spank you in it often or just on the `lg' days?"

My throat was dry and I croaked as I asked, "How did you know?"

He put the dress back and sat next to me. "I knew Mom was hiding something about the calendar and that it had something to do with you. I didn't start putting things together until I came back from one of my trips and did my laundry. Your stuff was still in the dryer so I took them out and put them in a basket. That's when I first saw that dress and the panties. Needless to say it struck me as odd and by coincidence I happened to look at the calendar later and noticed the `lg' scheduled for the previous Saturday. On a hunch I looked at the extra chair in the corner of the dining room. It's been in the same spot for so long there are indentations in the carpet and I could see that it wasn't in the same exact place. Somebody moved it fairly recently. I really couldn't believe what I was thinking so I checked on the strap. Not a speck of dust on it. It wasn't the sort of thing they would take out and show someone without cause and even if they did, it wouldn't be that clean unless it had done a lot of swinging in the air and probably landing on someone's rear end. I kept my views to myself but when I went on my next trip I looked at the calendar again. There was a `tg' marked on it so I put a few grains of salt on the strap. Guess what I didn't find on it when I came back."

I was on the verge of tears but I answered, "The salt."

He sat up straight. "Correct. I'm afraid I'm guilty of snooping but I took a look in your hamper. Right on top was the funniest set of clothes I'd seen in years. Not your style at all but just the sort of things a high school girl would wear. I put two and two together and figured out that they were spanking you the way they used to punish me when I was those ages. But I'm curious about last weekend. Saturday was an `lg' day and the salt I put on the extra chair was gone so I know that was used but the stuff I put on the strap was gone too. I could only think of one reason for that. You forgot to get the chair and Dad took you over his knee and used the strap on you. Notice how I knew exactly what the routine was? I've been there and had that done to me. How am I doing? Did I miss anything?"

My face was red and I wanted to shout that it was none of his business but there was nothing left to hide so I decided to be brave and answered him. "No, you got it just about right but you forgot about your mother's bed-time visits. Like the one I heard her give you when we acted up in church."

Good. Now he was blushing too. "Yes I remember that. It seemed worse than usual because I knew you could hear it. But there was something else I remember about that day. It was the first time I ever saw a girl's bare backside and I wanted to stare at it a lot longer until Dad took my mind off it. By the way, your bottom has improved immensely since then. I could happily stare at it for hours as long as I could steal a glance at the rest of you. You are gorgeous. Easily the most beautiful woman I know. I'll bet every guy who saw us together last night wished he were me."

What a sweet-talker but what did he expect me to do? Forget his talking about my spankings and kiss him? I did and so what? Did you think I was cold hearted? I pushed him back and straddled him. Somehow I was no longer ashamed of the games his folks and I played. I kissed him again and asked, "Are you shocked?"

He pulled me down for another kiss and said, "Shocked? No. Surprised? A little. Envious of them? Definitely."

I rose up and said, "Envious? Of what? Do you want to spank me too?"

He smiled, "Yes but not the way they do. I assume they're into realism and deal with you pretty severely. What I have in mind is a lighter version just for fun. What's the matter? Have I insulted you? I'm sorry."

I had gotten off him and he mistook my facial expression for anger. It wasn't that at all. This was other thing that concerned me when we were in the hall last night. I not only wanted him to make love to me, I also wanted him to spank me just like in my dreams and that thought scared me. It was scaring me again. He had just told me he'd like to do what I wanted him to do and I was afraid to take a chance. He apologized some more and I had to reassure him I wasn't mad. He was sitting up by then so I took his head in my hands, held it against my chest and stroked his hair. "No, I'm not angry."

His voice was full of concern and he asked, "Then what is it? Can I do something to help?"

I stepped back took a deep breath. "Yes, you can. I had a feeling that you knew about the spankings when you left last weekend and I've had the strangest dreams since then. They've been about you and me together."

He smiled, "Were we doing the sort of things we did last night and this morning?"

I blushed and smiled, "Yes and those things were wonderful. Even better than I imagined except that's not all we did in my dreams."

I had to stop for a moment and he prodded, "Did I spank you?"

I could only nod until he asked the obvious question. "Do you want me to spank you now?"

I looked him in the eye and said, "Yes."

There. It was out in the open and I couldn't take it back. He held out his hand and I moved closer. Without a word he unsnapped my jeans and pulled them down. I held my breath when he sent my panties in the same direction. This was much different than when he took them off me last night and nothing at all like the way my rear end was bared for the role-playing spankings. I was nervous, slightly scared but overjoyed that it was finally happening. He took me over his lap and slowly caressed my bottom. Finally he broke the silence but not with words. The sound of his hand connecting with my bottom echoed around the room. There were plenty more to follow. He wasn't being very gentle I would've been disappointed if he had.

I really owe an apology to that poor guy I thought was perverted. I shouldn't have slapped him. He was right about how I might react to this sort of spanking but at the time I didn't realize what he meant. Every swat from Tommy made me want him even more. He stopped long before his mother would've but then he did something she wasn't capable of doing. I was so eager for him he didn't have time to take off his pants. I unzipped and extracted what I wanted and I wanted it now. And wow, did I get it.

After lunch he asked if I wanted to go out and do something together but I said, "No. Maybe later but I want you to go into the living room and wait. I'll be there in a few minutes."

His smile told me my surprise was not going to be a surprise. A little while later a `cute as a button' little girl dutifully delivered the extra chair to him. I curtseyed and did a slow twirl. He said he approved of my appearance and it was a shame but he was going to spank me. I stuck out my lower lip and pouted the best I could with a silly grin on my face. Being over his lap in the living room was different than when he sat on the bed. Now both ends of me were hanging down but it was the middle that attracted his attention. Unlike his father who pulled dress and petticoats up together, Tommy took his time. Ever so slowly he lifted my dress, patted my bottom, lifted the rest and patted me again saying how nice my special panties were. It seemed to take forever for him to inch them to my ankles. I was quivering in excitement and said, "Don't be afraid to hurt me. Your folks have given me a lot worse. The spanking you gave me this morning was very nice but I want this to be a real one."

He asked, "Are you sure?"

I looked up at him. "Yes. I'll probably cry and beg you to stop but don't. Do it hard and keep going for as long as you remember your father spanking you. When it's over I want to look like a girl who's been well spanked and has a bright red bottom to prove it. I don't want sex afterwards, at least not right away. I'll stand in the corner with my dress up and panties down for as long as you tell me to."

He took me at my word. It was a memorable spanking for many reasons. Not the least of which was his understanding that I truly wanted (needed?) more than a few swats followed by a roll in the hay. You really can't judge time when you're getting spanked but I can say this, it seemed to last a very long time and he did take me past the begging, pleading and hard crying stage.

After my corner time was over we were both ready for other activities. It's funny but neither one of us wanted to do that while I was in the little girl outfit. That was easily remedied. In less than a minute all of our clothes were in a heap on the chair. It was a little uncomfortable putting my sore bottom on the floor so I slid my old friend the throw pillow under me and pulled my legs up and out just the way I did when Aunt Eva and Uncle Fred put in that obscene display. The only things missing were the cuffs and ropes. The big difference was very big and eagerly accepted my wide open invitation.

For the rest of the week we were like newlyweds on a honeymoon and couldn't keep our hands off each other. Not just having sex every chance we could (which we did) but the little touches too. Reaching out to put a hand on a passing shoulder, gentle kisses, holding hands, etc. I wore my negligee every night but not for very long. He especially liked it when I was over his lap and he lifted it up. More than once during the week I was plopped onto the bed sporting a stinging rear end while the rest of me was going crazy with pure unadulterated lust.

The next Saturday he said, "Mom and Dad will be home the day after tomorrow. What do you say we clean this place up a bit. Between the two of us it won't take long and then we can go out."

"Wait," I said. "I want to show you something first."

I took him to my room and pulled a bag from the back of the closet. I held it in front of me and said, "Your folks and I did more than `lg; and `tg'. We also had one called `gw' that we had to put aside when you moved back in."

He asked what `gw' meant. I pulled the ropes and cuffs from the bag and described how they punished me as a grown woman including my time as their maid.

He thought for a moment and said, "I'll do it with a few modifications. You'll find about them as they come up. Take your clothes off."

I shook my head and he remembered the rules I laid out so he moved to me and began removing my clothes. It was totally unlike the way he stripped me for sex and the familiar feelings of shame and humiliation resurfaced. His touch was as gentle as ever and that made this little ordeal even worse. He was turning me on and I was going to have to suffer in frustration. I was breathing heavy when he put the cuffs and made me carry the bag with the ropes downstairs.

He tied me to the couch before he went to get the strap and in his brief absence I was beginning to wonder if I did the right thing by telling his about this. Well, what's done is done and I had no choice but to stay right where I was.

When he returned he stepped behind me and said, "This is the first modification. I know you want to be punished severely but I can't bring myself to hit you forty-four times. I'm going to stop at twenty but they will be very hard. Are you ready?"

I nodded and he was true to his word. He swung the strap much harder than Uncle Fred and I would've been satisfied if he stopped at ten. He didn't. No amount of my crying, begging and shrieking slowed him down. It was pure hell and I don't even want to imagine what forty-four would've been like.

I remained tied for an hour. He sat and watched me the whole time except for when he reached under to tweak a breast or stood behind me to run his fingers on and into my sex. He was driving me crazy when all of a sudden he replaced his finger with the real thing. I guess that was modification number two and I heartily approved. What a fantastic experience. Totally helpless and feeling him slam against my sore rear end as he filled me up again and again and again.

Tommy tied my hands and feet the way Uncle Fred did for the housework. Modification number 3 was that he didn't just sit and watch me do the work. He helped clean the place up. Of course, he stopped what he was doing when I had to dust the lower shelves. It probably took a little longer than usual even with the two of us since he periodically made me stand with my hands on my head so he could run his hands over my body. What had been a humiliation when Aunt Eva and Uncle Fred did it was now a delight save that he kept me on the edge of orgasm for the whole time so it was still a form of punishment. At last the job was done and I was standing in the living room while he put the dust cloths and vacuum away. That's when things got interesting.

I heard him approach the room but it wasn't him. It was Aunt Eva and Uncle Fred and they were staring at me. There wasn't much I could do. Running away wasn't an option for two reasons. First, the size of my steps was limited and secondly, they were between me and the door. So I kept my hands on my head, smiled and said, "Hi. You're back early."

Uncle Fred said, "The weather was lousy so we cut the vacation short. We called and left a message on the answering machine last night. I assume you didn't get it."

Tommy and I had gone out dancing the night before and when we got home we got involved in other things and checking for messages wasn't our top priority.

At that point Tommy walked in and said, "Hello, you're back early. What didn't I get?"

Aunt Eva sighed and said, "You didn't get the message we left on the answering machine and Fred, aren't we lucky to have two bright young people living here with us? They both figured that we came home early. Isn't that amazing?"

Uncle Fred didn't take his eyes off me and said, "Yes dear, we're very lucky and now could one of you bright young people tell us what's going on? We can see what came off."

From the look on their faces I guessed they didn't expect the answer they got. Tommy said, "We were working our way through a `gw' day. We had some fun with the `lg' thing last Saturday."

It's great to see embarrassment being shared and their mouths dropped open. Tommy laughed. "Don't be embarrassed. I can see why you couldn't resist spanking her. She's absolutely delectable and cute as a button. I've been itching to put some color into that beautiful rear end from the moment I found out about your special times together."

Aunt Eva spoke to me. "How did he find out? Did you tell him?"

I had to smile. "I didn't have to. He figured it all out by himself. Don't forget that he's a bright young man." Before she could respond to my slightly insolent remark I added, "And not to take anything away from Uncle Fred but Tommy is an excellent spanker. Take a look at this."

I turned around so they could see the results of the strap and Aunt Eva said, "She's right Fred. He did a good job."

Uncle Fred came closer and put his hand on my bottom. The atmosphere in the room was such that I couldn't find any reason to object. Not that a semi-bound girl had any business objecting. He traced the marks the strap put there and said, "A damn fine job. I'm proud of you son."

You might not believe this but I wasn't embarrassed or anything like that. It seemed perfectly normal to be naked and on display for them. However, I did take umbrage at Uncle Fred complimenting Tommy and neglecting me. I said, "Hey! Don't I get a little credit?"

Uncle Fred laughed and apologized, "I'm sorry. When you admire a painting you don't always think about the canvas. The stripes on your bottom are all the more remarkable on someone as lovely as you."

Tommy was taking the ropes off but he left the cuffs on as he said, "I know you have some unpacking do to so I'm going to take this gorgeous creature upstairs and tie her to her bed. As much as I like spanking her I'll forego that pleasure in favor of more primitive desires so don't be surprised if you hear strange sounds coming from her room. We'll be back down for supper and how about if we take you out to dinner? It'll be my treat."

A short time later I was on my bed, flat on my back except for a pillow to raise my hips a bit and ropes ran from my cuffs to the bedposts so I was happily stretched in four directions. The brute took unfair advantage of my helplessness twice before we cleaned up, got dressed and joined his parents again.

Later that evening when Tommy and I headed for bed Aunt Eva shouted up the stairs, "Don't forget her bed-time spanking. You can use my hairbrush if you want. It's still in the same old place."

He answered, "Thanks Mom but we've established our own routine for that. See you in the morning."

He put on his pajamas and I put on the negligee. Then he put me on his lap, bared my bottom, spanked me, took off my negligee, took off his pajamas and you can figure out the rest.

I can hear you asking. "What happened to the role playing games after that?" Not to worry. I still had an occasional desire for that sort of treatment and the games continued with a few changes. Since I was getting more than two spankings we started right after breakfast. When it was `lg' or `tg' Tommy became Uncle Tommy and would join them in punishing me. It's funny but I couldn't think of him as my lover on those days. He was another authority figure with a mission to spank and humiliate me. He did both very well. To top it off I slept alone after Aunt Eva's spankings. For the `gw' days Tommy was a friendly neighbor who happened to stop by and was more than willing to assist them. Not being constrained by a familial relationship, he touched me everywhere and I was ordered to service him in any way he wished.

As soon as our degrees were finished we moved into our own house a few states away. Now it's just me and Tommy and sometimes Uncle Tommy. The special clothes still fit me and if I wear the teenage outfit the old strap comes into play. It was a small wedding present from his folks.

Now I can unequivocally say it. Life is good.

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