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I noticed the three women squirming in their chairs as they thanked me for sharing my story and Jean seemed like she was about to say something but Helen interrupted to tell us more about her spanking experience.
"I guess I didn't understand what Jean meant by her question before. I thought she was just talking about getting punished by another adult but since we're playing 'True Confessions' I guess I should tell you about my cousin. He was my age and also subject to my aunt's form of discipline even while I was staying with them but she always took us up to her bedroom so, as far as I know, he never saw me get a spanking but I'm sure he was aware of them since I heard him crying just as much as I did when it was his turn over her knee. Well, when I was a senior in high school they came to visit us. I was at that stage when I knew everything and had no use for grown-ups. I was showing off for my cousin by being very aloof and demonstrating just how bored I was by their visit. You could say I was less than gracious and by the end of the evening my folks had seen enough. Although I thought I was very mature they seemed to think I needed to be taken down a peg or two. Unfortunately they didn't believe in putting things off till later. `No time like the present' was one of their mottoes. `Naughty girls are never too old to get a spanking when they've earned one' is another one and the two together sealed my fate."
"I felt the blood drain from my face when Dad told me to go upstairs to my room and he would follow shortly for a reminder of how to show good manners to relatives. He added that I was to pull out my chair and have the hairbrush ready for him. I don't know which was worse. Knowing I was about to get one of his spankings or having him say it out loud so my aunt and especially my cousin could hear it. There went my facade of being an independent young lady and it was a scared and tearful little girl that scurried up the stairs. I got things ready and decided to do something different. I always took my pants down after I gave him the brush and there was no doubt that I would feel this spanking on the bare just like all the others after he pulled down my panties. Maybe if I showed him I was really sorry and agreed that I needed to be punished he would go a little easier. One way or the other, I was going to get spanked but it was worth a try. I took my pants off completely so he could see I was as prepared as possible for his discipline and after his initial look of surprise I quickly said I was ashamed of myself. I really laid it on thick. I told him I realized I embarrassed him and Mom as well as our guests and there was no excuse for it. He said he was glad I found the error of my ways but before he could say any more I interrupted him and for the first time in my life I asked him to spank me. It was a gamble but I said I wanted him to spank me good and hard so I would learn my place. Then I walked past him and opened the door saying I thought it would be appropriate if the people downstairs heard me get the punishment I deserved. I knew it was going to hurt, his spankings always did but my plan was that he would not give me the full dose if there were witnesses. Of course, I was thinking about them witnessing with their ears but he saw through my ploy and my wonderful scheme backfired."
"He said he thought I had a good idea and was proud of me but something in his tone of voice made me uncomfortable. He didn't sound like a proud parent. His words were commands as he said, `Since you acted like a child in their presence I agree with you that they should know you've been punished properly. In fact, they should see it.' He took my hand and started out of the room. I pulled back and shook my head in disbelief. He made it clear there was nothing to discuss and offered to give me two spankings. One here in my room for this disobedience and the original one downstairs. I knew he meant it so I had no choice so I said I would go down with him but when I turned to put my jeans back on he said, `Too late for that. Lets go now.' I started to object but he spun me around and I was over his lap. The panties came down and the brush landed about a dozen times."
"When I stood up he dragged my panties back up over my sore backside and said if my cousin wasn't there he would have me leave them in my room also and if I didn't get out the door right then he would add another dozen and cousin or not I would have nothing covering me below the waist when we joined the others. I was out the door and halfway down the stair before my shame caught up with me. He pulled me the rest of the way. Mom made a comment about how it didn't seem to be a very long spanking but he explained that what they just heard was for another reason. He then told them that I had offered to be punished where they could see justice being done. I chose not to argue but I thought I'd die of embarrassment. It took him forever to get a chair and set it in the center of the room while I stood there red faced and wearing only next to nothing on my bottom. That little mortification was quickly forgotten when he put me over his lap and pulled my panties down. My bare rear end was pointed straight at my cousin but I didn't have much time to worry about that before I got my lesson in manners. It was a lesson I never forgot and he thought that since this was the first time I got a public punishment some time in the corner to reflect on my behavior was not a bad idea. He pulled my underpants up before I had to face my cousin but as soon as I was stationed in the corner I had to pull them down to display my well punished bottom for fifteen minutes."
"The next morning my cousin came into my room to tell me everyone else was up and dressed and I was to join them for breakfast. I said I would be down after I took a shower but he said I should do that afterwards since they were waiting. I slowly climbed out of bed and was a little surprised that he didn't leave. Instead he walked to my dresser and picked up the hairbrush so he could slap it against his palm. He said, `Wow, that hurts. I can just imagine what it felt like on your rear end. You were quite a sight. You've got a nice bottom. Let me see it again.' I was shocked and said, `No way buster, get out.' But he shrugged and said, `I guess I'll tell them you're still acting rather rude. I'm sure they'll know how to handle that.' He turned towards the door and I quickly reviewed the situation. It would be his word against mine and mine wasn't worth very much after my performance the night before so I said O.K. and pulled my pajamas and panties down so he had a clear view of my naked bottom. He said it had more than a few bruises which was not news to me and then I jumped as he put his hand on it. I was in his power and had no choice but to let him stroke me where no boy had ever been allowed before. I jumped again as he gave it a good squeeze and said we'd better get down to the table."
"After we ate the adults stayed downstairs but my cousin said he had some reading to do for school and he could do it while waiting for me to take my shower and get dressed. I got out of the shower and as soon as I got to my room he was waiting for me. I asked what he wanted and he didn't say anything as he took the towel I had wrapped around me and slowly pulled it off. I suppose I should have held onto it better but my fingers opened and I stood absolutely naked in front of him. Then he spoke. `They're going out tonight and we're going to be left here by ourselves. I'd hate to think how they would react if you were rude again so you'll have to extra nice to me. I like this outfit so you'll wear it again when we're alone. You are going to be a good little girl aren't you?' I was beside myself but I nodded and he took that as more than just my acquiescence to be nude for his entertainment that evening and he stepped closer. I held my breath as I watched his hands get closer and closer to my breasts. Maybe you ladies remember the first time a boy touched you there but I'll bet it wasn't when you were wearing nothing but a few drops of water and felt you had no choice but to be his slave. And when he put his hand on my privates we both discovered that I was turned on. He gave me an evil smile and left the room."
"My head was spinning and it took a few more minutes until I remembered to put clothes on. We spent the day as a group and went out to a few of the local tourist attractions. The first time we straggled behind our folks he took that opportunity to grab my rear end for a little stroke and squeeze. After that he made the most out of every chance he had to reinforce his ownership and I have to admit, I could've tried harder to stay in front and avoid him but I didn't even when his inappropriate touching became blatant spanks."
"I was dreading the moment when the adults went out and was excited at the same time. We waited till they had driven off before he turned to me. He didn't speak but his look said it all. Without a word I removed every article of clothing and stood for his inspection. He moved my arms behind my back so my breasts, small as they were, thrust forward and had me move my legs apart. His inspection of his toy was not limited to a visual perusal. Once again his hands were touching me wherever he wanted. I was properly ashamed and moaning in delight. When I was panting in lust he produced a rubber and asked if I was still a virgin. I replied that I was and he said he intended to ask me the same question later and expected a different answer as he took his clothes off. I was really turned on but wasn't sure I was ready for sexual intercourse. He said he understood and was willing to wait until I agreed to go to bed with him. He still had his pants on and led me to my room for more making out and heavy petting. "
"Then for no reason he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me across his lap. I had been in this position many times and knew what he intended to do but I didn't struggle. His hand came down hard and after a few more spanks he had re-ignited the fire my father put there the night before. I was really crying when he stopped but I never tried to avoid the blows. My bottom was really stinging but when he put his hand between my legs I thought my head was going to explode. My whole body shuddered as he drove me higher and higher and that's when I rolled off him and threw myself on the bed with my legs wide open. His pants came off, the rubber went on and he became a welcome visitor inside of me. It was great. Teenage boys aren't known for their staying power and even though I had an orgasm over his knee I wanted more when he reached his climax. Then he was in me again but he felt smaller and I looked to see him using the handle of the brush as a suitable substitute for his deflated male organ. This was a sweet gesture on his part but he didn't really know how to do it right so I reached down and took over. My trusty hairbrush had traveled this path many times and my hand was a very experienced guide. He sat back and watched me masturbate to a second orgasm."
"We lay in bed together for a while and then went back downstairs. Once we were both dressed we watched a video and then he got that funny evil look in his eye again. He led me to a dining room chair and stood me next to him as he unsnapped my jeans and pulled them down. I could only think of one reason for this and believe it or not, for the second time in my life I asked for a spanking. He was happy to comply with my wish and even though I was letting him know I was ready for more sex after a few swats he thought there was no such thing as a short little spanking. However he did take a short break to take my pants and panties off completely. His explanation was he didn't want to wait too long after the spanking to use another rubber and I was back over his lap again. He didn't stop the swats as he made me take my bra and T-shirt off and when he dumped me to the floor all he had to do was unzip his pants and slide the rubber. He had a naked, sore and horny girl on the floor with an open invitation for him that he quickly accepted and this time he lasted long enough for this girl with the flaming rear end to find wonderful satisfaction."
"The next morning I sat down a little gingerly at breakfast and my aunt chuckled as she complimented my father on doing such a good job spanking me that I was still sore two days afterwards. My cousin and I looked at each other and smiled. They were going out again that night and he had already told me how he planned to follow my father's example of the proper way to spank me. In his words, `my bottom had an appointment with the hairbrush.' All in all it was quite a visit."
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