Aunt Mary Teaches a Lesson

Around the time I was 9 I developed a major crush on my mom's sister Mary. She has a beautiful face, with a strong resemblence to my mom, and also a hot curvaceous body and long sexy legs. When I started masturbating a year or so later, I thought about Aunt Mary as much as anybody else. My feelings for my aunt grew over the years. Any time I was around her, I was always stealing glances, doing my best not to get caught checking her out. I also looked for any excuse to touch her. It could be as simple as "accidentally" brushing my hand against her as I walked past, or giving her a hug. I volunteered to rub her feet several times when she happened to comment that they were sore or tired. I even stole some of her panties out of her dirty laundry. I kept them hidden in my room. I sniffed them, stuffed them in my mouth, wrapped them around my dick when I played with myself. One day one summer when I was a teenager she and my cousin spent the day at our house. We had an above ground pool in the back yard and a ping-pong talbe in the basement. In the evening, I was playing ping-pong with my cousin. Aunt Mary was still in her bikini, watching us play. I was watching her, too, having chosen the side of the table that gave me a better view of her. I kept looking at her ample boobs, barely covered by that bikini top, and the rest of her. It was very distracting. My cousin and I were trash talking each-other, and I happed to use a few profanities. Aunt Mary said my name in a scolding tone each time I cursed. Finally, she said, "Michael, watch your language, or I'll take you over my knee!" Now, my mom had spanked me several times growing up, but not since I was 10. My cousin is a few months older than I, and I had seen my aunt paddle him over her knee just like a week or so earlier, so I knew she in fact was willing to do that with older boys. I jacked off 3 times the same night I had seen her do it, fantasizing that it was me over her knee. And a couple of times since then. I was a little afraid of how much it might hurt, but I really wanted to try it. I quickly made my decision and stuck with it. Trying not to grin, I said, "You wouldn't fucking dare." My mom and my aunt said my full name in unison. Not only had I continued to swear, I had picked a cuss word far worse than what I had said before. My mom looked at my aunt and said, "I believe you made him a promise." Aunt Mary looked right at me and said, "Bring me that paddle." As I handed it to her, she told me to bend over her lap. I hesitated for a fraction of a second. Did I really want this? Well, it was going to happen. I couldn't change it now. I bent over her knee, and she started spanking me hard with the paddle. As she spanked me, she said, "You are going to learn to watch your mouth! You are going to learn to respect your elders!" Then something happened that I hadn't considered in my rush to live out this fantasy. I got an erection. Oh my god! She's going to freak the fuck out and tell everybody! On the contrary, she just kept on spanking me. She told me I was a very bad boy and needed to learn a lesson. By the time she was finished spanking me, my dick was throbbing. I was in no hurry to stand up. How was I going to hide this raging hardon? She guided my hips with her hands to a position of kneeling in front of her to the side, facing away from everybody else so my hardon was hidden. She hugged me and said, "You know I love you, and that's why I need to punish you. I need to teach you to behave for your own good. Now you kneel here and face the wall untill I tell you you can get up. Wow! Not only did she not mind my getting hard, she also was helping me hide it. The next day, Aunt Mary came over shortly after my mom left for work. She said that we may have fooled everybody else, but it was time to stop fooling ourselves. She kissed me with tounge, then asked me if I'd been with a woman before. I hadn't. She said, "That's ok, I'll teach you everything you need to know. I've never been a very good student. Even when it comes to something I want to learn, I'm kind of slow on the uptake. Aunt Mary was a patient, thorough teacher. She had me do it over and over again until I got it right. Never would I have imagined homework could be so much fun!