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I guess I should start by telling you a bit about me. I've been told I'm pretty in a wholesome sort of way which really isn't the way I like to think of myself. I consider my legs to be my best asset and like to wear short skirts, but I wouldn't mind having a little more on top. I'm in my second year of college and living with my mother's younger sister Margaret. It's not like living at home at all. I can come and go as I please and she's great to talk to. Aunt Margaret's only about ten years older than I am and pretty cool about most things so I feel like I can tell her my problems and not worry that she'll pass them on to Mom who tends to worry about everything. Anyway, Aunt Margaret's not married but she has a very active social life and one steady boyfriend. I can always smell when she's going out on a date with Sam. She wears a really neat perfume and from the look on her face the next morning I know she had a good time and probably even had sex. There were a few times when I noticed something odd about the way she sat down but didn't give it much thought until the night we had the 'special talk'. I had a problem with a boy and Aunt Margaret was there when I needed her.
Bryan and I were working on a report for school together and that led to a few dates. We really hit it off. He has a sense of humor like mine and we usually spent the whole evening laughing at and with each other. In one way he surprised me. He wasn't like some of the other guys I went out with in that he wasn't all hands trying to grope me every chance he got (not that there was very much to grope). Anyway, he finally kissed me on our third date and it was nice but not as exciting as I hoped. He wasn't the sort to get me all hot and bothered but he was so much fun to be with I thought I'd try again. Our next time out I suggested parking at the overlook, a local necking spot. We started making out and I really wanted to feel something. His kisses and compliments on how I looked were very pleasant and appreciated but still far short of being erotic.
Eventually he put his hand on my breast. It was a very soft caress and nothing like the other boys I dated. They were more into grabbing what they could and I have to admit, although I didn't care for any of them for a long term relationship, I often indulged in some pretty heavy petting. In the traditional meaning of the word, I was still a virgin but there have been a few fingers pumping in and out of me and not all of them were mine. My favorite outfits for dates consisted of short skirts and knee socks so I could get my panties off in a car. Bra's with clasps in the front were a must. I was not about to strip in public but that didn't mean I didn't like to feel male hands on my bare breasts. I draw the line at intercourse or blow jobs but since they bring me off with their fingers I'm willing to do the same when I'm in the mood.
So there I was in a parked car going through the motions of kissing and making believe they were getting me excited but I couldn't keep it up. I lost interest about the time he got my blouse unbuttoned. Before I knew it he had the clasp open and put his hand on me again. I slapped him across the face hard. That's when everything changed.
He grabbed my arm and who would've believed a guy like him could have such a strong grip. It felt like my wrist was wrapped in a steel band. He held it a moment and I never felt so helpless. If he twisted it either way it was going to hurt and probably break. In spite of the force he was capable of he kept his voice very calm. In essence, he pointed out that I could've asked him to stop and he would've. Then the sarcasm came through loud and clear when he said, "I'm sorry I pushed things too fast. I thought you wanted me to do that. I see I was mistaken and you won't have to worry about me making a mistake like that again."
He let go of my arm and told me to close my bra and re-button my blouse. I told him I was sorry and leaned closer to him. I didn't understand what was happening but the thought of that strong hand touching me didn't seem too bad. In fact, I wanted it. I pulled my bra wide open and tried to put his hand back there but he started the car and said, "I don't know what you're up to but I don't want any part of it. Get dressed. I'm taking you home."
Neither of us talked on the way but when we got to my Aunt's house I apologized again and played up the "you're so big and strong" line that guy's like but he was still cold. My final words were as sarcastic as his were before. "Thanks for a lovely evening. I had a wonderful time fighting off your roving hands and I guess I should be thankful you didn't slap me back."
Before I had a chance to slam his car door he got in his parting shot. "You're damn right about that except I'd never hit a girl on her face. Nature gave you a much better spot for my hand to connect. What you need is a good spanking and I'd love to be there when you get it. Good night."
The door was pulled out of my hand and closed on its own accord as he drove away. I was in too much shock to shout the things I wanted to say about him and his chauvinistic attitude. And by the time I walked in the house I was feeling pretty bad. He was the nicest guy I knew and I had just blown any chance of going on another date with him.
Aunt Margaret was reading a book and gave her usual, "Did you have a good time dear" greeting until she saw my face. She gave me a the hug I needed and a sympathetic ear to listen to my woes. I told her Bryan and I had a fight but she was very good at probing questions and before I knew it I had told her every little detail. When I told her about his last comment she smiled and said, "Well, that's a hopeful sign. There are a lot worse things then getting a good spanking now and again. Especially when it's a male hand delivering it. There's nothing like a recently warmed bottom to get the juices flowing."
I was flabbergasted. What was she talking about? She saw my look of confusion. "Hmm, I think we should have a little talk about sex."
I blushed and said, "That's not necessary. I know all about that."
She responded, "I'm sure you do and that's one of the reasons I want to talk to you. I notice you usually wear jeans on the first date but by the third one you put on this outfit and I know why. I used to wear clothes like that when I was your age and for the same purpose. You're not a little girl anymore and how and when you have sex is none of my business. However, I'm still your aunt and have some concerns. Have you been using proper protection?"
Still blushing but for a slightly different reason I replied, "The need hasn't arisen."
She laughed. "When you come home slightly disheveled and breathing funny my guess is that something had risen and I'm not referring to the temperature although it can sometimes get pretty hot in the back seat of a car. But I assume you're saying you're still a virgin."
I nodded and she continued, "That's nothing to be ashamed of. Take your time but I'll let you in on a little secret. You're gonna love it. Just remember that the fun carries a lot of responsibility. Wait here."
She got her purse and handed me a condom. "Take this and keep it with you. I've got more. I don't want to push you into anything you're not ready for but it's better to be prepared when your need rises with his. Don't count on him remembering to bring one."
I held it with the tips of my fingers like it was something horrible and got laughed at for my troubles. "My sweet little niece, you've never seen one before have you? It's time we carried this talk a little farther. Come with me."
She led me to her bedroom and we sat together on her bed. She opened her bedside table drawer and then stopped to say, "This is probably going to be very embarrassing for you but hear me out. These walls are pretty thin and there are certain sounds that come from your room that I'm very familiar with. I'm sure you've heard me masturbating in here as well as I've heard you. Haven't you?"
There was no use in denying it so I nodded and said, "It took me a few times to figure out what was you were doing but it made me feel better about doing it myself. I should've guessed that you could hear me too. I'll be more quiet next time."
The mood was getting lighter and she was talking to me as a woman rather than her sweet little niece. Somehow it didn't shock me when she asked if I just used my fingers or something else. I said it was a manual operation and we both laughed at how I phrased it. She said, "In that case, it's time you learned about some toys that come in very useful at times like that. And I do mean 'come in'. This one is nice for starters."
She reached in the drawer and brought out a long tapered plastic object. She twisted the bottom and it started buzzing as she explained. "It's a vibrator. Very good for tired muscles, or at least that's how it's advertised but every woman knows it feels wonderful when you rub it over certain areas. You can have it and find out for yourself. I'll get another one for me."
I took it and rubbed it against my arm and then on my neck. I said, "It feels funny but very relaxing."
After a couple of giggles I slid it down and over my breast. "Is this one of the areas you were talking about?"
She was smiling as she answered, "Now that's a silly question but Yes. Wait till you feel it directly against the skin and your special button. I almost hate letting you have it. I'm feeling a little sexy tonight myself and you have one of my favorite toys."
I offered it back but she shook her head, "Nope, I gave it to you and don't worry, I've got other things to keep me busy. In fact, one of them is why I brought you in here in the first place. Take a look at this."
She held up a very realistic, in my limited experience, looking rubber penis. I put my hands over my mouth and said, "Aunt Margaret! What are you doing with that?"
She tried her best to look insulted but neither of us could stop snickering as she held to her breast and said, "This is my faithful friend."
In a minute she said, "I want you to practice putting a rubber on it. I keep a box of them in here and we can use one of those. Open the package and just slip it on."
My fingers fumbled for a few seconds until she took it and ripped it open before handing it back to me. "Now, take it out and put it on. Here, this'll be more realistic."
She put the artificial penis at her crotch and started to pant, "Oh, Yes baby. Hurry up. Put it on quickly. I can't wait to shove this big thing into you."
Convulsing with laughter didn't make the chore any easier but I joined in. "Don't worry stud, I want you in me too but you have to hold still so I can get this thing on you first."
Aunt Margaret offered more advice. "Go ahead and grab it. You're not going to tell me you haven't held one of these things in real life before. Believe me he's not going to complain when touch him. Oh baby, that's the way. You're hand is so warm."
Eventually the job was completed and she threw me onto the bed. Standing over me with that well protected phallus she kept up the repartee. "Open your legs baby, here I come."
I quickly pulled my hair out of its pony tail and spread it out on the mattress as I threw my arms over my head, moved my feet apart and, moaned as sexily as I could, "Take me. I'm yours. Fill me with your massive manhood."
That did it. We were laughing so hard it was quite a few minutes before either one of us could speak. I asked, "Could I have that tonight too?"
She put it back in the drawer and said, "Nope. That's off limits until the real thing paves the way. And, as I said, there's no rush for that."
On a more serious note I asked, "I've heard that it hurts the first time."
She nodded as she replied, "I won't lie to you. It is a bit painful for a second but if he's done his job right, you will be dying to have him in you and a moment of discomfort is just that, a moment and then it will be wonderful."
I felt that I could say anything to her so I confided, "I know what you mean about getting so turned on you want to do that. There's been a few times when it took every ounce of self-restraint to keep my virginity."
She asked, "Then why didn't you do it?"
I shrugged, "I don't know. I guess because I wanted it to be someone special. Most of the guys I dated were nice enough and a few of them drove me crazy when we parked but none of them were anybody I wanted to share that with."
She held me in her arms again. "And Bryan? Was he special enough?"
I could feel myself getting teary as I nodded. "I had high hopes for him but that's water over the dam. He doesn't want anything to do with me."
She sympathized. "It's a shame. I liked him better than any of the others you've dated. But it's for the best that you break it off early. Passion should be part of any male-female relationship and you said he didn't turn you on."
I kept looking down and said, "That's not entirely true. His first kiss was nothing to write home about but ."
She was very insightful and understood me better that I knew myself. "Why did you want him to touch you again after you slapped him?"
I didn't answer her and she went on. "Correct me if I'm wrong but most of the guys you go out with and all the ones you wear your 'lets have fun in the car' outfit for are what you could call 'Take-Charge' types. They can get your panties and bra off without even trying and you love every minute of it. Bryan's problem was that he was too polite with you when you weren't looking for gentlemanly manners. That changed when he held your arm so tight didn't it? You wanted to give yourself to him after that."
I could only nod until I sniffled, "You're right. But it doesn't make any difference. He doesn't want to go out with me again. We have to finish our report for class and then he probably won't even want to speak to me."
She asked me what his parting words were. I repeated that he said that I should be spanked. She smiled and said, "And I agree with him. You've no right to slap a boy at a time like that without asking him to stop or slow down first. But didn't he say something else after that?"
I know I blushed because it was those words that echoed in my head for a long time. "He said he wanted to be there to see it."
She knitted her eyebrows. "I thought you said his exact words were that he wanted to be there 'when' you got it. That's different from just watching and I think he was referring to taking a more active role. Well, there's your answer."
I wasn't sure what the question was much less understand the answer. "You mean he should spank me? You've got to be kidding."
She shook her head. "No I'm not. He doesn't seem the type to get carried away and do any serious damage. It would clear the air between the two of you and you both may find it a very interesting experience."
This time it was me shaking my head. "It's been a long time since I got spanked and I don't remember it as an interesting experience. I remember it as a painful and humiliating experience and not one I care to repeat. I appreciate the suggestion but No, thank you."
I was about to head for my room but she had more to say. "Come back here young lady. I agreed that you need a spanking and if he's not going to give it to you I will. Get over my lap."
Talk about shock. I probably looked really stupid with my mouth wide open until I could say something. Unfortunately she didn't wait for me to speak as she repeated her order and in a daze I moved closer until she grabbed my arm and pulled me down. I had not been in this position since I was a little girl but some things are hard to forget. Like riding a bicycle or ice skating or how to lay quietly over someone's knees when you're about to get spanked. I couldn't believe Aunt Margaret was actually going to do this or that I was not arguing with her about it but here I was wondering how I got into this mess and what was going to happen next. Never mind that, I knew what was going to happen next but as it turned out, it wasn't what I expected at all.
She leaned close to my ear and whispered, "I told you a warm bottom is not a bad thing and now I'll show you what I mean. You're not a naughty little girl but a young woman giving herself to someone. Imagine that it's not my lap under you but Bryan. What's he going to think when he looks down at you. Such a lovely girl putting herself at his mercy. Is he the type to strike hard right away?"
She demonstrated by a hard slap and then asked, "But that didn't hurt at all. In fact, you hardly felt it, did you?"
I answered, "A little."
"Posh." she exclaimed. "Swats like that are appropriate for a swat on a little child's bottom but will never do for a spanking. But what's he going to do. Perhaps he'll be brave and lift your skirt. Pleated clothes like this are O.K. for backset necking but totally unacceptable as a buffer between his hand and your bottom. It will have to go but how will he know you won't get up and slap him again. You have to give him a very strong hint. Try it. What would you say?"
I rebelled a bit. "I can't say something like that. If you're determined to spank me do it and get it over with."
I felt her stiffen under me. " If I spank you now it'll be with my hairbrush on your bare bottom. That thing will make a vivid impression on you and trust me, you won't be able to sit comfortably for days. I don't think you want that young lady. The alternative is to play along with me and learn something. I'll ask again. What would you say to tell him it's O.K. to lift your skirt?"
I wasn't sure if her threat was real or not and chose not to call her bluff. I'd felt a hairbrush delivering a message from my Mom and didn't want to find out if her sister could use it as effectively. So I tried, "Pull my skirt up."
That didn't satisfy Aunt Margaret and she had a few suggestions. At first it was embarrassing but by the time we finally agreed on the proper words it didn't seem as bad. What I finally said was, "I've been a naughty girl and need you to spank me so I feel it. My skirt will absorb some of your efforts and they shouldn't be wasted. If you move it out of the way I'll feel them the way I'm supposed to."
Believe it or not, I was able to visualize myself over Bryan's lap saying that and was very confused. It wasn't like any other time I was in this position. I wasn't scared or tense. As I was trying to sort out my feelings she said, "Now his dilemma is how to lift it. He could pull it up in one swift motion but since it's his first time spanking you he'll be a little unsure. He'll probably take it like this and bring it up very slowly to see if you really mean it."
I could feel the hem come off my legs and every nerve back there was on full alert as inch by inch was uncovered. She narrated her actions. "Your short skirt rode up the moment you were over his lap but now he's getting to see more and more as your upper thighs are exposed. He's holding his breath waiting for you to tell him to stop but you're saying the right thing."
In truth, I was holding my breath too and couldn't have said anything even if I wanted to which I didn't. So I learned that my silence was more important than words.
She continued, "He can see the crotch of your panties. He stops for a moment. Can it be true that you are letting him do this? It seems so and the skirt rises higher. Keep your legs together. You don't want to appear too eager just yet. Let him think he's in control but only with your concurrence. More and more of your panties are showing and by the way, you have a beautiful rear end. He may not have said anything about it but I'm sure he's noticed it and now it's even more alluring. Oh, that's nice. You're a little nervous and that's to be expected especially when you feel his hands putting the hem of the skirt way up on your back. You know he can see all of the back side of your panties and that little quiver of your rear end is just the right touch."
That 'right touch' was purely involuntary but moving my bottom a little was my idea and Aunt Margaret approved. "Wonderful, draw his attention like that and it will be a magnet. He's so fascinated by your bottom he can't resist putting his hand on it."
I gasped slightly when I felt her touch me. "That may be overdoing it. Don't forget that he's probably a little nervous too. You don't want to scare him. Lets try again."
This time I let her hand settle down on me and moaned softly. "Perfect. Your panties are hugging you and they feel so smooth. He'll rub his hand around a bit and you need to show him you like it."
I didn't have to fake that action. In my mind it was actually Bryan and not Aunt Margaret. I was moving against and with his/her hand. Then I repeated an earlier mistake.
"No, no. Move around like that but don't open your legs just yet. That's inviting him to slide his fingers between them and you want to save that for later. Remember why you're in this position. He's supposed to be doing what?"
I had to clear my head before I said, "Spanking me."
She gave another rub and said, "Repeat what you said to start with and remind him."
I really wanted him/her to keep doing what he/she was doing and I still wasn't too sure about the spanking but I was caught in the spell. I asked, "Do you mean ' I've been a naughty girl and need you to spank me'?"
"Exactly but drop the inflection in your voice about an octave. Low and sexy. Tell him you're ready to be spanked and accept his punishment but that you're finding it an erotic experience. About this point you should be feeling this."
She picked up the rubber penis and shoved it under me. It was against her leg and touching me. With that added inducement I gave my little speech again. I not only sounded sexy I felt it throughout my whole being. The first swat on my rear end almost broke the reverie but not quite. It wasn't her spanking me, it was Bryan and I wanted it even though it hurt a little. This time my silence wasn't the proper reaction.
"This is his first swat. You don't need to scream and cry but let him know you felt it. He's probably not striking very hard yet. He'll start off fairly lightly until he's convinced you want to go through with this. If you keep your mouth shut he'll increase the force too soon. Don't think for a moment that your job is to lay here and take whatever he give's you. Take an active role in controlling it. A small grunt is all you need now. Say or do something after each swat and he'll be a little more gentle. Let your rear end get nice and warm before you back off on your response. Then he'll spank you a tad harder. Follow that method and you let him know when you're ready for more. Let's try."
She was right. None of his/her spanks were too hard to take but I made him/her think they were. After about ten I tried her suggestion of acting like the spanks were not having the desired effect and the hand landed harder. By his/her thirtieth spank I wasn't faking my indications of discomfort but they were still bearable. That's when she gave me the magic question to ask him, "Is my bottom as red as it feels?"
I said, "Why should I ask that?"
The answer? "Silly girl, think about it. What's the fun in getting a spanking from a guy if he's going to leave your panties on. After you ask him about the color of your bottom he's probably going to say, 'I don't know, it feels warm but I can't see all of it.' He wants to hear you specifically tell him to take down your panties.'"
I was on new ground here and asked, "Do I want him to do that?"
She replied with her own probing question, "You tell me. Do you?"
A quick mental visit to what she earlier referred to as 'my special button' told my brain how to answer. "Yes."
She offered more of her unfailing advice and we came up with the following. "I know you're going to spank me some more but I need to know when you think it's red enough. Pull my panties down and spank me on my bare bottom as I deserve."
I had always hated it when Mom pulled my panties down to spank me and here I was asking for it. What's more, I wasn't being forced to do it and wasn't satisfied with them being just pulled down. I added more to my request and said, "Take them off me completely and throw them to the other side of the room so I know it will be useless to beg you to pull them up again."
I was surprised to hear a slapping sound and not feel it until I realized Aunt Margaret was applauding. "Wonderful! It's a shame this phony penis is only made of rubber and can't get any harder. You can bet that his is going to turn into a rod of iron. But that can be counter-productive too. He may decide you've had enough and want to move on to other things. How would you keep him on track?"
I don't know where the words came from but I knew just the thing to say. "Please. When I slapped you there was nothing between my hand and your cheek. I deserve no less. I slapped you hard and I expect the same with interest for the time from then till now. Spank me and don't hold anything back."
Aunt Margaret didn't have to congratulate me on my inventiveness. One hand was all that was necessary to make that applause sound again. In my head it was Bryan's hand and as I felt the thing underneath me I knew he would give me a standing ovation too. After a dozen spanks it really hurt and he/she said, "Show me when you've had enough."
Two more times the hand landed and then I rolled off the lap and quickly knelt between her legs and was grabbing for the thing that had been stabbing me so delightfully. Unbelievably, I put my mouth around it before I remembered where I was and who I was really with. I dropped it and pulled back in shame but Aunt Margaret was kneeling next to me and said, "That's the absolute best way to show him you've learned your lesson and you can imagine what'll happen next. Which brings up a point. Don't do that for too long. Just enough to show him how turned on you are. Then stand back out of his reach and take off all your clothes. He'll be busy doing the same thing and as soon as both of you are naked run into his arms and kiss him like there's no tomorrow. You can try putting his hand on your breast but it probably won't be necessary and both of you will be too far gone to indulge in much more foreplay. Ask him to carry you to the bed. Guy's love that kind of thing and as soon as you're on it spread those lovely legs and hold out your arms to him. That's an invitation no man can resist."
I gave the matter some thought and asked, "One thing I remember about the after effects of Mom's spankings is that it was agony to put any pressure on my bottom. I used to sleep on my stomach after her punishments. You didn't spank me as hard as she used to but it still stings. If he spanks me like that it's not going to very comfortable putting my rear end on the bed. Isn't there any other way?"
She smiled. "You don't know near as much about sex as you think you do. There's lots of ways to have intercourse that keep your bottom off the mattress but tradition calls for the first time to be in the missionary position. Besides, you'll find that soreness is a wonderful reminder that he's the guy that put you in your place. Actually two places. First over his lap and now under him raising yourself to meet every thrust."
After another hug she said, "Enough for tonight. You probably want to be alone so off to bed with you and don't forget your new vibrator."
I didn't and it got a good workout before I fell asleep that night.
As was to be expected, Bryan was still a little cool towards me at school that Monday but I managed to get him to agree to work on our report at my Aunt's house that Wednesday. When I told Aunt Margaret she said, "You know I have my regularly scheduled meeting with my book club on Wednesdays and we never break up until after midnight."
I gave her my best wide eyed innocence look and then giggled. She smiled as she added, "You're a big girl and I guess you can have guests when I'm not home. I trust you." Her wink told me what she trusted me to do and I didn't disappoint her or me and especially Bryan.
At breakfast Thursday morning Aunt Margaret asked me if we got a lot accomplished on our report. I said, "Yes. It's finished."
She prompted, "And?"
I squirmed on my chair and smiled. "We resolved the problem with me slapping him if that's what you mean. It wasn't exactly the same way you and I practiced but it was pretty close. We're going out together tomorrow night. Oh, by the way. Can you take me with you when you go to buy a new vibrator. I'd like to get a 'faithful friend' also. After all, I can't go out with Bryan every night and 'the way' has been very well paved. Which reminds me, I took a few more rubbers from your bedside table. One wasn't enough by a long shot."
She smiled again and whispered, "I want to hear every sordid detail of your activities last night."
I should've been blushing also but it was so wonderful and I wanted to tell someone. Aunt Margaret was the perfect person. But she had to go to work and I had to head off to school so my story had to wait until that evening. After supper we sat on the sofa and I started, "Well, it was like this."
NOTE: If you want to know what happened on Wednesday night read: "Reconciliation with Bryan"
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