The summer before Charlie's senior year in college, he got a job on the Cape. To save money, his Mom called his Aunt Jeanne to ask if he could stay with her, since she lived in Marion which was just across the bridge. Aunt Jeanne happily agreed, which made Charlie happy, too. Ever since he was a kid of 6, he'd had this mad crush on Aunt Jeanne, who was his Mom's younger sister...younger by 18 years! Every time the families would get together, he'd spend most of the time moping and mooning over his lovely, and sexy, Aunt.

When Aunt Jeanne picked up Charlie at the train station in Providence, he could see that, although she was now a creaky old broad in her early 30's, she was still a looker...blonde hair, blue eyes, legs that seemed to go on forever...the whole goddess bit. He also noticed, for the first time, how much she looked like Betsy, his steady girl in college (or, more accurately, how much Betsy looked like Aunt Jeanne).

Anyway, a couple of days after he got there, he was fooling around with Aunt Jeanne's 14 year old daughter, Jenny, in the kitchen. One thing led to another, and they were soon engaged in a full-fledged food fight. Aunt Jeanne had been out playing tennis, and unfortunately timed her return to the climax of their struggle. She was not happy.

"What on Earth is going on here! Jenny! Get over here!" She sputtered, picking up a handy wooden butter paddle and seating herself on a dinette chair.

"I'm sorry Mommy. Please don't spank me!" Jenny wailed, nonetheless marching stoically to her Mother's side.

Aunt Jeanne wordlessly shucked down Jenny's shorts and hoisted her up and over those glorious, sleek, tanned thighs, then deftly peeled down her bikini panties. Jenny was at that mid-pubescent stage when what would become a trim and lovely figure was still overlaid with enough vestiges of baby fat to produce a ripely rounded body. Her derriere was plump and fleshy, jiggling merrily as she squirmed and wriggled across her Mother's lap in anticipation, he guessed, of what was not an unusual event.

"The very idea!" Aunt Jeanne scolded, "you are old enough to know better, young lady, but certainly young enough to spank." With that, Aunt Jeanne began to apply the butter paddle briskly to Jenny's suddenly animated bottom. SMACK WHACK WHAP SPLAT CRACK WHAP WHACK SPLAT SMACK he gasped as he watched the pale mounds almost instantaneously crimson, each SMACK of the paddle leaving an indelible mark in its wake. SPLAT WHAP CRACK WHACK SMACK SPLAT WHAP WHACK WHAP SPLAT Aunt Jeanne spanked almost wordlessly, pausing only momentarily between strokes. CRACK WHAP SPLAT WHACK WHAP SMACK WHAP WHACK SMACK Jenny, however, was anything but quiet. Her soprano squeals soared ever higher as the hard wood paddle blistered her tender flesh. She kicked and waved her arms around. Her fleshy cheeks weaved and wobbled with every WHACK. Tears flowed freely from her eyes, coursed down her agonized face and spattered on the kitchen floor. But, unmoved, Aunt Jeanne persevered. WHAP WHACK SMACK CRACK SPLAT WHAP WHACK SMACK WHACK WHAP SPLAT SMACK CRACK SPLAT WHACK SMACK WHAP CRACK WHACK Until with one furious final volley, SPLAT WHACK SMACK WHAP CRACK WHAP WHACK SMACK she set Jenny on her feet. Sobbing madly, Jenny stepped out of her crumpled panties, clasped both hands on her redly glowing, throbbing buttocks, and fled from the room.

Charlie was awestruck and stunned, and hardly heard Aunt Jeanne call, "all right Charlie, your turn."

"Wh-what?" he stammered.

"I said, Charlie, that it's your turn now. Get over here!" Aunt Jeanne commanded patting her glorious thighs for emphasis.

Transfixed, almost hypnotized, he shuffled over to where she sat, blushing furiously as she quickly unbuckled his belt, opened his fly and slid his jeans down to his ankles. She took his elbow and guided him over her sleek, firm thighs.

"B-but I'm 20 years old, Aunt Jeanne!" he heard himself protest.

"If you're immature enough to make this kind of mess, then you are not too old to spank!" And with that she began. WHACK SMACK SMACK WHACK WHAP SPLAT WHAP SPLAT CRACK SMACK WHACK He couldn't believe how much it hurt. Though he tried to "take it like a man," CRACK SPLAT WHAP WHACK SMACK SPLAT WHAP WHACK SMACK WHACK WHAP he soon heard himself squealing like a stuck pig each time that butter paddle collided with his squirming behind. WHAP SMACK SPLAT WHACK CRACK WHAP SMACK And it got even worse! SMACK SPLAT WHAP WHACK He could feel himself on the edge of tears. WHACK SMACK WHAP SMACK SPLAT WHAP And soon they came. Soon he was blubbering every bit as childishly as Jenny had. CRACK WHAP SPLAT WHACK WHAP SMACK WHACK WHAP SMACK He couldn't help it. He felt so embarrassed, so ashamed, so sore! SPLAT SMACK WHAP WHACK CRACK SMACK He begged, he pleaded, he apologized, SMACK WHACK WHAP SPLAT CRACK and at last Aunt Jeanne stopped and helped him to his feet. Disregarding any pretense of modesty, his hands flew back behind him to try to scrub away some of the awful red hot, stinging pain that consumed his buttocks.

"For heaven's sake, Charlie, it was just a spanking. Put your clothes on!" Aunt Jeanne ordered, and sniffling and sniveling, he did. She then sent him upstairs to get Jenny so they could clean up the disaster area that was the kitchen.

Over the next couple of days he must have relived that incredible scene a thousand times. New details kept cropping up...how delightfully her ripe breasts had bobbed and bounced while she was spanking Jenny, the feeling of her firm, warm thighs against his groin. He found himself blushing upon recalling how poorly he had taken it, how abjectly he'd howled and bawled. He vowed he would try to do better the next time. The next time? He wondered whether she would spank him again. Found himself wanting to be spanked again! He decided he would test her. When he had first arrived, she had showed him her tulip bed and how it extended right up next to the driveway, warning him to be very careful when he drove the car in, "or else!"

So late that afternoon, he borrowed the car to run a few errands, making sure he cut the corner when he turned into the driveway, effectively flattening about 2 feet of tulips. Aunt Jeanne came back from the Club a little while later, and burst into the house calling, "Charlie!"

"Yes Aunt Jeanne?" he answered innocently. She took him out to the front yard and showed him the damage. And while he apologized profusely, he guess he didn't apologize enough.

"Well, young man, I think you need a good lesson. Come with me, I want to see you in my bedroom!" His heart pounded, his knees grew weak, his stomach was tied up in knots. Jenny had explained that most of her spankings were delivered in the privacy of her Mom's bedroom, so he guessed that he was about to get what he had asked for. As he followed Aunt Jeanne up the stairs, he was only too aware of her delicious derriere, which twitched and wiggled only inches from his eyes. The combination of fear, apprehension and excitement proved to be a powerful aphrodisiac, and he blushed as he felt a growing presence in his groin.

Upon entering the bedroom, Aunt Jeanne marched over to her dresser and picked up an ominous looking hairbrush with a thick oval-shaped, wooden back. She turned back to him, went over to the bed, and sat down. "All right then, Charlie, come over here," she instructed in a soft, but firm, voice.

Head hung down, he meekly complied. She deftly stripped down his jeans, and he blushed hotly as his bulging shorts were revealed. She totally ignored the situation, merely patting her thighs and saying, "OK Charlie, over you go."

She had to struggle a bit to work his shorts down over his incipient erection, but soon he was once again naked from his waist to his knees. She patted his bare buttocks lightly, chiding, "I hope this doesn't become a habit, Charlie, but you must understand that I will spank you each and every time you misbehave, whack splat is that clear? whap spat Is it?"

"Y-yes Ma'am," he stammered.

"GOOD! We'll begin then." And she picked up her hairbrush and, SMACK WHACK WHAP SPLAT CRACK WHAP SPLAT WHACK WHAP WHACK SMACK set about once more to blister his bare bottom. Back and forth, WHAP WHACK SMACK SPLAT up and down CRACK WHAP SPLAT WHACK her hairbrush flew. WHACK SMACK SPLAT WHAP CRACK SPLAT WHAP WHACK SMACK Leaving in its wake a brightly blooming blister with each WHACK. Pious vows and good intentions soon flew away, and he found himself punctuating each SMACK with a hearty howl or lusty squeal. SPLAT SMACK WHAP WHACK CRACK SMACK If anything, her hairbrush seemed to smart even more than the butter paddle had, and he found himself writhing, wriggling, swerving and jerking around on her lap, involuntarily trying to avoid the fiery kisses of that stinging brush. WHAP SMACK CRACK WHACK SPLAT WHACK SMACK The only pleasant part was the flesh-to-flesh contact of his wiggling groin and her splendid legs, although his erection had withered shortly after the first SMACK. He chanced to peer tearily toward her closet, and saw that the whole bizarre scene was reflected in her floor length mirror. SMACK CRACK WHACK SPLAT WHAP he watched her lightly veiled breasts bounce and jounce with every stroke, watched in horror the way in which he was kicking and squirming. CRACK SPLAT WHAP WHACK SMACK WHAP SMACK WHACK At last she stopped. Well, almost stopped.

"Do you think you might remember the tulip beds next time, Charlie? SMACK WHACK Do you?"

"OW OH! Yes MA'AM!"

"Will you pay attention to what I tell you? SPLAT WHAP And obey me? CRACK SPLAT Will you?"

"OW Oh Please. Yes, Aunt Jeanne, I will!"

"Well, GOOD. We'll just have a couple more for good measure." SMACK WHACK SPLAT

She set him on his feet, and this time he quickly pulled up his clothes and staggered out of her room, still sniffling and sobbing softly. he saw Jenny watching empathetically as he passed her room. he went into his room and flopped down on the bed mournfully...him and his big ideas! But, it was funny, in about half an hour the stinging had subsided somewhat and he felt relieved, unburdened, free. he had felt guilty about running over Aunt Jeanne's tulip bed, but the spanking had expiated that guilt. It was a kind of instant atonement. Not that bad a deal...he could enjoy himself, go out and raise Hell, be totally irresponsible...knowing a spanking would wipe the slate clean.

And that's pretty much the way the Summer went. Aunt Jeanne, true to her word, spanked him whenever she thought he needed it...some 20 to 25 times in all. And he guess he really pushed her into about half of them.

When he got back to College that Fall, and began keeping company with Becky again, she asked him what he had done for excitement over the Summer. "Oh, just hung around the house a lot," he explained.