"Don't AUNT HAZEL! You little panty sniffing sissy slut. How did my soiled panties smell? And did you stick your tongue out and taste them too? I didn't see any cum stains or tissues. I am assuming you eat cum!"
I was flabbergasted by her appearance and by the harsh words she spoke as she shook a leather strap in my face. The strap was about two feet long with a hard, round handle.
Her eyes were on fire; shiny wet eyeballs, blackened large eye lashes, black/red striped mascara applied heavily, the eye brows as red as her copper red hair, heavy foundation with rosy cheeks, and hooker red lip stick that made her lips seem so large.
What she wore was seedy at best; a black leather corset which barley held her big tits, her hips were flared out the sides and a big ass was exposed for the world to see. She had red fishnet stockings attached to the corset and a pair of black 3-inch heels making her taller than me. Her granny white panties must have been the last to be put on as they covered her garters.
"Get those shoes off and follow me up stairs. You need to learn to rules of MY house." barked Aunt Hazel.
I was in a state of shock and fumbled trying to get my shoes off.
She wacked me on the shoulder with her strap which stung something terrible!
I stood up and followed her. She was so intentional in her position of me following her. My eye was riveted to Aunt Hazel's big, beautify ass covered with her large white panties. My mind was revealing to me my willingness and submissive longing to worship that very ASS.
In my pinky room she ordered; "Remove that suit and hang it in the closet. Quick!"
"Now follow me!" I followed into the bathroom.
"Strip! Put your cloths in that laundry basket. You've been in there before!" she taunted.
I felt her strap on my leg.
"Don't you cover up that little peepee. Now, MY, little cum eater sissy, it's time to start your makeover."
From under the vanity she withdrew an enema bulb with attached piece of tubing. She also took out a bottle of her homemade wine. She poured an amount into the bulb along with some hot water.
"Elbows on the vanity. This is a wine enema. You'll love it. I have watered it down some."
She began to dig her fingers into my ass cheeks pulling them apart. With her finger probing she found my anus and slipped the enema tube past her finger into my hole. She began to squeeze, forcing warm wine into my bowls. The warmth inside me was pleasurable and gratifying.
Hold that inside while I put some redness on your ass.
"No, please!" I felt the first wack. It stung like hell, not unlike what I received as a child. I received four strikes.
"As I danced on my toes," Aunt Hazel laughed. "Now hold that all in until I come back." She went to the kitchen. I heard glasses clinking. She set them down in her bedroom.
No sit down there and clean yourself out," she instructed. I was beginning to feel pretty good.
She stood there and watched me doing something that is quite personal. She grinned at me. I then took a wet face cloth and wiped myself very clean.
Aunt Hazel pushed me over the vanity again. Pulling my cheeks apart; "This is your boi pussy Terri. You must keep your asshole clean at all times. Do you understand me slut?"
"Ok, take those hair scissors and cut as much hair off, from the neck down. Trim those armpits and then all around that little pecker and ball sack."
Aunty Hazel was shouting orders, telling me how to do it, "this way." She finally smiled at me and passed me a Gillette Fusion razor and shaving cream and said, "Get into the shower and take all the rest of that disgusting hair off. That means right to your toes." She turned on the shower and tested the water, grabbed my arm and pushed me in.
She stood watching through the clear glass giving directions while I washed, shampooed and shaved it all. Once she was satisfied I was hairless, she ordered me to turn. She directed the water spray completely on my as and back off my legs. She began to slowly turn the tap and the water was getting hotter and hotter.
"I'm going to redden that ass with hot water first." I immediately thought; first?
The water continued to get hotter to the point I was stepping to avoid it. "Please Aunt Hazel! It's to hot. You're going to burn me. OUCH! Please stop!" I was crying.
