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MEL’S POINT OF VIEW

Even before I step through the front door I know that I am in serious trouble. Light shines from under the door of the living room; my aunt is still awake! Damn. I was counting on her being in bed... then she wouldn’t know I was coming home three hours past my curfew. I shut the door gently; maybe she’s fallen asleep in front of the tv! I see a shadow move in the lounge from under the door and my hopes are shattered. My aunt, a very imposing woman, wrenches the door open and stands towering before me. Her manicured nails dig into her hips as she stares, tapping her foot, at me.

“Get in here,” she snaps, marching back into the room. My stomach is doing summersaults as I move into the room. She pushes the door shut behind me and turns the little key, which I always thought was decorative, in the lock before pushing it into her shoe. Well I’m not getting to bed for a while.

I look around me, taking in the scene; my aunt has obviously been preparing this in the three hours it took me to get home. In the middle of the room the coffee table which usually has magazines and mugs on it has been cleared, there is a thick wooden paddle in the middle and next to it lies her riding crop which she uses when she goes horse riding. I feel the colour flush over my face and I swiftly turn and pull at the door handle, but to no avail. The lock is hidden out of reach...

AUNT CAROLINE’S POINT OF VIEW

I watch as my 19 year old niece grabs the door handle; her cheeks are already flushed with shame at the idea of what is coming. I know she gets spanked at home still. She knows what is coming.

“Come and stand here right now,” I bark, pointing to the spot in front of me. She slowly does, avoiding my eye.

“I think you know what is about to happen, Mel.” I say ominously. Her eyes dance over the implements I laid out on the table. I picked the most impressive paddle, and my riding crop was a nice touch. She’ll really feel the sting when I use that one. She opens her mouth and all sorts of excuses start pouring out, she was having fun and didn’t realise the time, they had been in the middle of a film and she wanted to see the end, her friend Paul had insisted they take the long way home-

“Paul?” I interrupt, “I’ve heard about him before. You’ve been out with him, haven’t you?” Her face drains of colour; Mel has never been good at lying to me. “You were weren’t you?”

“Y-Yes, Aunt Caroline...” she mumbles. I had forbidden her to go out with that boy while she is under my roof weeks ago. My brother, Mel’s father, had warned me about him. “That’s it, you’ve disobeyed my trust one time too many,” I say, “Bend over the couch, touching the seat cushion,”

MEL’S POINT OF VIEW

I shuffle to the couch, my eyes are already brimming; this is so humiliating, it’s like I’m thirteen all over again. My fingers dig into the couch cushion and I feel Aunt Caroline stand behind me. She gives me ten swift smacks with her hand over the thin blue dress I’m wearing. It doesn’t do much to deflect the pain. I bite my lip.

“Stand up,” Aunt Caroline says after the ten spanks. I do, wishing that was it, but knowing it was not. It never is. “Turn around and put your hands on your head,” she says. I haven’t been in this position in years, when my parents spank me we have a strict routine, I know to pull down my jeans, remove my panties, stand hands on head... This is different. I feel like a naughty little kid again. She reaches behind me, almost as if she is giving me a hug, but then I feel my breasts jiggle as she unhooks my bra. She reaches round to the front, her fingers under the neck of my dress. She pulls my loose bra up so it rests under my chin. I realise what she is about to do, but it is too late to fuss. I grip my hair tight.

AUNT CAROLINE’S POINT OF VIEW

I grasp the front of Mel’s dress and pull it down, her breasts bounce as they are freed from the confines of the fabric. Her pink nipples harden immediately; I purposely left the heating off in here. She closes her eyes, her cheeks flushing a deeper crimson. I make sure the dress is stuck fast, held down by her pert breasts and I tell her to turn around and get into position again. I choose give her twenty hard spanks this time. I can feel the exact shape of her taut bottom underneath this tight dress. SPANK! I never would have been allowed to wear this out in my day. She jiggles her legs, trying to shake -SMACK!- off the increasing sting and I shout at her to stay still. Once the twenty spanks are over I reach around and pull up her dress, covering her breasts up. She sighs, apparently assuming that was all the humiliation she was going to get for breaking my rules.

“Don’t move,” I demand.

MEL’S POINT OF VIEW

I was about to stand up when Aunt Caroline told me to stay where I was. Shit! That’s not it? Her seeing my tits is bad enough. I grimace as I prepare for the inevitable. My parents bare my bottom when I get spanked at home, but I didn't think my Aunt would! I feel her fingers reaching for the hem of my dress and she pulls it up so it is resting on my back. She then swiftly drags my black panties down to my ankles and I lift each leg in turn. She pauses, examining the panties, checking for evidence of my night with Paul. She throws them and I see them land in her chair in the corner.

“Now, since you have so much trouble obeying my rules by seeing this boy, Melanie, I want to make sure you haven’t gone any further, now kneel on the couch.”

I do, not really knowing what to say to get out of this. I’m 19 for Christ’s sake! I can sleep with whoever I want! But Aunt Caroline has always been strict about me and the kids. My knees sink into the couch as I kneel on it.

“Now, lower your head to the cushions.” I try to lower my chest but the back of the couch is too close to my face. I end up having to curl myself around so my head is resting on its side on the seat, but now I am looking directly into my Aunt’s eyes. She glares back then sits beside me. All I can see now is the top of her head and my ass sticking vulnerably up into the air.

“Spread your legs a little wider,” Aunt Caroline demands. I shift awkwardly and my eyes rest on the table. On the riding crop. My pussy involuntarily spasms at the thought of it being spanked with that thing. I hope Aunt Caroline didn't notice. I jump as I feel a cold hand touch my right ass cheek, and another grasps my left. My Aunt spreads my cheeks and I yell out, “Fuck!”

I receive a hard spank on my bare bottom for that.

I feel the tip of a cold finger graze my shaven pussy, and another touches my clit.
“Have you slept with this Paul guy?”

I tell her I haven’t, but that is a complete lie. I did about two hours ago. My pussy gets slightly wet just thinking about it. My voice falters as I tell her I never have. I receive a sharp spank on my inner thigh.

“You filthy girl, how dare you see him? I told you to stay away! And now look where it has gotten you!” My Aunt’s fingers rest on my pussy, my wet slit, emphasizing my shame.

AUNT CAROLINE’S POINT OF VIEW

So she has slept with this filthy young man. I’d even bet that’s why she was so late home! "And you don't even seem ashamed! Getting turned on during your punishment, you filthy girl." I move to the chair where her frilly black panties are resting, pick them up and proceed to wipe the moistness away from her pussy. I let them drop to the floor and I use one hand to spread her thighs a little wider, giving her six sharp spanks on the privates with my hand.

“Stay in that position,” I snap, reaching for the riding crop. I stand up, measure out my first swat and it lands with a satisfying crack right on her shaven slit. She reaches between her legs, her eyes screwed up in shame but I swat at her fingers with the crop and continue to spank her.

MEL’S POINT OF VIEW

A gentle throb begins to spread from my pussy to my thighs as Aunt Caroline spanks my pussy. With each swat of the crop the throb grows harder and I can feel every vibration, every movement of my skin as the crop is placed, takes aim and- SPANK! -swats my bare privates.

AUNT CAROLINE’S POINT OF VIEW

After twenty spanks with the crop Mel’s privates are swollen and dark pink. Her thighs are shivering and her breaths are stifled, but she is getting what she deserves for being such a dirty girl. I give raise the crop to her taut bottom and give her a dozen or so sharp, quick smacks. Little red patches glow on her skin. I pull her up by the arm and she tries to rub her pussy better, but I tell her to raise her arms. I continue to pull her little blue dress off and her bra comes with it. She then places her hands on her head; she certainly is well trained in punishments, my brother must spank her a lot at home! For the grand finale I tell her to lie on her back on the coffee table and I pick up the paddle. I raise her legs for her, and spread them so they are about two feet apart. Her legs shake with the effort of staying in this position. SPANK!

MEL’S POINT OF VIEW

I lie naked on the coffee table and watch my Aunt take aim for the second spank. I cringe, and the SMACK lands across my bare cheeks. My pussy throbs harder, and I long to touch it. I don’t get turned on by my spankings, but the vibration of the swats up my thighs and around my privates can sometimes get too much. SPANK! One time my mom was giving me a hard over the knee spanking that went on for so long that I accidentally came. After she was- SMACK- finished with me over her knee she gave me an extra spanking on my inner thighs for “taking pleasure from my punishment”.

Aunt Caroline lines up another spank and I cry out as it hits, I know it’ll be over soon but I’m not sure I can take any more. The endless crack of the paddle is the only sound in the room, punctuated every so often by an involuntary cry from me. After twenty five more spanks with the paddle Aunt Caroline helps me up, picks up my dress, bra and panties and places them on the table.

“Now go to bed. You may have these back tomorrow.”

And I stumble out of the room, remembering not to touch my poor glowing bottom until I am out of her sight.