I have always been a fairly mild and meek person and would never get involved in any sort of confrontation and for that reason people seem to treat me rather badly.
As an 18 year old in his last year at school I had begun to rebel a little and although my parents told me off a lot I tended to ignore them and do what I wanted to anyway. One day just as term was about to finish my mum said that I was going to spend the summer holiday with my auntie Dee. She said that as I wouldn't do as I was told with her, maybe auntie Dee could knock some sense into me.
Auntie Dee was Ok but a bit too strict for my liking and if I did the slightest thing wrong she seemed to delight in telling me off. She was a few years younger than my mum and although not fat was rather a large sort of person and often wore low cut t shirts which emphasised her large breasts. A few times she caught me staring at them and she would say 'haven't you seen a pair of breasts before?'
I had made friends with some of the other local teenagers but auntie had given me strict times of when I had to be home. Although I didn't have to get up early for school, during the week I had to be in by 10.30 and on Saturday I was allowed to stay out until midnight.
After a week or so I was getting really fed up with her telling me off all the time. It seemed I couldn't do anything right. One Saturday I went to a party in the village and had a little too much to drink and got home at 12.15. As I put the key in the lock she was suddenly standing there in her dressing gown and said, 'you know the rules, it's midnight at the latest and you've clearly been drinking, I'll deal with you in the morning. I will not tolerate this behaviour in my house. You will do as I say, now get to bed and I want you downstairs at 8.15 to face your punishment, because believe me, you are going to be punished.'
I went up to my room and before dropping off to sleep wondered what my punishment would be. I was woken by auntie in the morning. She shook me and said, 'It's 8.15 I want you downstairs now, don't bother to get dressed, just put on your dressing gown.'
I dashed into the bathroom, had a quick pee and washed my face and went down to the kitchen. As I walked in her face was like thunder. 'Sit down,' she ordered.
'I'm really pissed off the way you've been acting since you've been here. I seem to have done nothing but tell you off and last night was the last straw. I've spoken to your mother and she agrees that you need to be punished, now come into the lounge with me,' she said.
I followed her in. She sat on the sofa and I stood in front of her. As I looked down I could see down the top of her t shirt and I'm sure she saw me looking. She was wearing black shorts and she said, 'take your dressing gown off and lay across my legs, you're going to get a good smacking.'
I was very embarrassed as I took of my dressing gown and dropped it on a chair. I knelt on the floor and lifted myself onto her lap. I felt my cock squashing against her legs. Suddenly her hand came down hard on my arse. I yelled as it stung and she said, 'Now are you going to do as I tell you?'
'Oh yes, auntie,' I replied.
'That didn't sound very convincing,' she said. Her hand slapped down again.
'Take your pants off,' she ordered me.
'Definitely not,' I replied.
She shouted, 'Take them off or go home to mum and dad.'
I stood up and dropped my pants. I have never felt so embarrassed. I put my hands in front of my private parts and covered myself.
'Put your hands behind your back,' she shouted.
I kept them in front of me.
'OK then get dressed and go home,' she said.
I didn't want to go home and I reluctantly moved my hands and put them behind my back.
She giggled and said, 'Oh dear, what a small cock, now I know why you kept yourself covered. Now lay across me and I can smack you properly.'
I did as she said and I have to admit that I liked the feel of my cock against her legs and then she smacked three or four times in quick succession. It stung but also started feeling nice. I felt my cock growing as I pushed against aunties legs. She could obviously feel me growing as she continued smacking me and each time telling me how I had to start behaving. I was so aroused now that the pain was turning to pleasure.
Suddenly she stopped and said, 'That's disgusting, you're getting aroused, stand up.'
I stood up and covered my erection with my hands.
'Hands behind your back,' she roared.
I did as she said and my erect 6 inch cock stood out in front of me.
'Go and stand in the corner until you learn to control yourself,' she said.
I went and stood there with my back to her, 'Turn round so I can see you,' she shouted.
I turned round and as much as I tried my cock would not go down. The cheeks of my arse were stinging and I liked the feeling. As I looked across the room to her I saw her large breasts almost poking out the top of her t shirt. The trouble is that just kept me hard. After a few minutes she said, 'Well if you're not going to be able to control yourself you'll have to be punished even more.'
She went into the kitchen and came back with a table tennis bat. She sat down on the sofa and pointed to her lap. I walked over to her and leaned across her. She parted her legs and my cock went through the space. Suddenly the bat hit the cheeks of my arse and really hurt. I yelled out in pain. But I realised I was getting more and more aroused as smack after smack rained down on me.
Now I was rubbing myself against her legs and suddenly I knew I had to stop or it would be too late. I said, 'Auntie, I really think you should stop before it's too late.'
Just as she said, 'What are you talking about.'