When Denise’s spanking was over and she returned to the spot where she had been standing, Kate looked at me and said: “Your turn, young man.” I was standing about 10ft away, but the walk to that bench felt like one of those dreams in which you are walking toward a destination but never get any closer to it. My head was spinning – I felt scared, embarrassed, and exhilarated, all at the same time. Your all right kid. Society tries to make us scared and embarrassed by sex, that's why we feel ashamed and guilty about things that are totally natural.

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Alright Megan 10 minutes in the corner and your punishment will be done. Go ahead and stand up. No rubbing." My Aunt smiled and said, "Yes dear, that's a little baby who still needs to wear diapers all day. But since you are a big girl, you get to wear training panties during the day."They always called Dad Junior, since he was named after his Daddy. I wondered since I was named after my Daddy, should I be called "Third"? When the spanking was over, Kate told Kristie to sit on the picnic table bench until she stopped crying. She also informed the girl that she would have some time standing in the corner when we got home.

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At this point I was aware that I was quite erect. I didn’t know what to think about that, but it was extremely embarrassing and I could feel my cheeks burning, She watched as I fumbled with the belt and buttons, before slowly sliding them down. Now she could see my inexplicable excitement. I knew she was looking at it. As a child it was over the knee dress or skirt up panties pulled down. Mom or dad would use there hand. But if I did something that really angred them it was the wooden handeled hair brush, the top of it resembled a small paddel.

When I got within arm’s reach of Kate, she pulled me across her lap and began spanking me with her hand, even harder and faster than she had spanked the girls. I am sure that I got the most spanks of any of us that day. When I was eight, she stopped spanking me over her knee and I always had to pull my own pants and underwear down. I usually pulled them down to mid-thigh but sometimes I'd just go ahead and let them drop all the way down. Aunt Karen stood me up and gave me a nice long hug for about a minute, telling me why she had spanked me, and that she loved me. I said I loved her too and thanked her for spanking me. Then she took off my shirt and put my boxers on, and put my pants and shirt in the laundry. I was asleep when my mom came home. As she promised, my aunt didn’t mention anything about spanking me, just telling my mother that I was down for a nice nap.

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But she was savouring the moment, as promised. She walked round the table and took her position to my left. So, to business. Your parents are not happy with the way things are. Specifically, they do not think you are behaving in the mature fashion we would expect of a young adult your age.’ I walked over to my aunt and before I could say anything at all I found myself over her lap. " I warned you to settle down or I would spank you didn't I?" Stand up Megan, do not touch your bottom we are not done yet. I believe a few from the ruler will help you remember this lesson." After about a half hour alone together, we were having a good conversation when my aunt asked me about my grades in school – which were bad. From what I remember I think it was one F, one D and the rest Cs.having gone to Catholic school we wore skirts or jumpers most of the time.. Mom would put us over her knee usually seated on a kitchen chair raise our skirt or jumper or dress if it was Sunday pull down our panties and take the wooden spoon to our bare bottoms before she was done the panties would work there way down and be on the floor, If we were in for the belt from dad then we would have to bend over the couch skirt raised and dad would take our panties off for the belt. If a kitchen chair was in the middle of the kitchen with a wooden spoon on it when we got home you knew someone of the six of us was in for a bare bottom spanking I even began to think about naughty things I might do to provoke her into spanking my bottom. The problem with the plan, of course, was that my father was there. If I was going to get a spanking for anything, he would almost certainly be the one to give it to me. We are going to go through to the dining room, where I am going to administer four strokes of the cane to your seat, and three strokes of the strap to each of your hands.’ When I went into the Living room, my sister nearly choked at seeing me in the diaper. She giggled as I went from person to person, saying goodnight.