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A spanking from aunt susie

In short she was stunning and had naturally entered into my fantasies. She cut me off.

Her right leg was crossed over the left. I walked slowly.

I could make out a hand reach down to her clit as my tongue probed and tickled at her. Trousers off, David. Aunt Susie was dressed in a black suit. My defiant streak was rapidly coming to an end. Nobody had used that tone of voice with me for years. My Aunt Susie smiled as my erect prick sprung out in front of me. Aunt Susie stood over me in traditional dom gear.

The glare in those beautiful eyes said it all. As we brought her to her climax I shot my load all over myself and bed. She pulled me in tight to her, my prick rubbing against the stocking clad thighs. To have women degraded in this way? The sole of the high heel struck my arse with excessive force. I held up the spanking magazine to my Aunt.

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One on each cheek, quick fire. I walked forward in a daze. I remembered thinking I should at least try some sort of defiance. Now Aunt Susie. I kissed the toe of the boot and she smiled. A tight skirt that ended above the knee with a split in it showed off her legs.

The suspender belt beneath it made me gasp. I stood now, nerves and adrenalin making me shake a little. Bad boys and naughty girls, getting their arses slapped by a succession of beautiful dominatrixes. My pulse was racing, I felt dizzy at the speed with which I got out of the chair, but I was no longer in control. Aunt Susie was fairly tall at just under six foot, incredible legs that looked magnificent in the tight jeans she would wear around the house. I swallowed. I dreamed of kissing, lapping and sucking at that beautiful cunt for a long, long time.

As I bent down to arrange the collection on the floor I was aware that my erection had not left me and it mercilessly rubbed against my jeans. This was a nightmare.

She had dropped her bag on the floor and had now folded her arms. Arms folded again, foot tapping. She outstretched an arm. Tight leather corset, shiny thigh high PVC boots, four-inch heel at a guess. My Aunt Susie entered my mind as quickly as she entered the room. She sat on my bed with a particularly nasty book on punishment and crossed her legs.

Too caught up in the moment to think about it, I reached down and grabbed a hold of my cock. Select magazines were brought home and secreted away, ready for nighttime reading. It was snatched out of my hand and quickly rifled through. She then uncrossed her legs.

Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements. She must have wondered if something was up. I froze and then slowly dropped back into the armchair. She kept coming forward. I picked up a magazine and handkerchief from my room and took it the lounge.

I laid back in one of the armchairs, unzipped the fly on my jeans and began to masturbate. Her blouse was lower cut than usual framed by the black jacket. My hand pulled and tugged at my cock as I looked at the images in front of me. Jesus, the split in her skirt went up to her thigh.

I was actually sobbing now. She was wearing stockings. The forthcoming conversation with my parents was going through my mind, their son a pervert, in need of therapy, probably.

Getting punished by men? Aunt Susie was getting to me and I was beginning to wish I could get back to University, a safe place, away from the excitement and disturbance. Her mouth open and expression incredulous, she walked towards me. As I pulled some of the cum from my hair I realised that something special had happened. She then moved up to standing over my face and slowly, agonisingly slowly, lowered herself onto me. I undid the belt on my jeans and unzipped my fly.

My bedroom was on the ground floor, out of the way. I leaped up. That you like seeing women being punished? Her black high heels complete with wicked pointed toe and ankle strap made her taller than normal. I was hot and needed to relieve myself. Her arse was beautifully curved, skirt pulled tight across, the heels making it stick out more than usual.

On opening the bedroom door I went over to the bed and pulled out the rucksack containing my fetish magazines, spanking books, porno. The next two blows stung like hell.

From that moment on it was Aunt Susie pre-occupying most of my thoughts, waking and otherwise. Holding the shoe in her right hand she shifted back on the bed and then beckoned forward to me. When I got home to my parents I had to be careful what I kept under my bed.

I sat up as she walked into the room and bent over to pick up one of the magazines. She reached out to her right foot and pulled the shoe off. The excitement and anticipation were mixing with the fear and humiliation and I was entranced. I froze initially before realising what was happening and quickly dropped the magazine and hastily tried to put my engorged prick back in my trousers. Even though she was in her late thirties she was better looking than some of the students on campus. The intensity had built and prompted the tears.

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Not Susan you understand, she liked the familiarity of the shortened version and she was, in my opinion, very attractive. I cried out as the pain coursed through me and my senses heightened. My name is David.