Archive-name: Family/auntspan.ff
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Archive-title: Auntie's Spankings


I should have guessed something was up when my aunt unexpectedly came to
visit. She knew perfectly well that mom and dad would be away for the
weekend. In fact, they had made a habit of going up to the mountains each
weekend for the last few months.

She said that she was just in the neighborhood, which was sort of a lie,
since she lives several miles across town. Then she added with a delicate
smile, that she had promised mom and dad to look in on me to make sure I
was behaving right.

The way she said behaving right sent shivers through by body. I could tell
by the look in her eyes, as if she had a special secret she was suddenly
going to share with me. I idolized her and knew it was best to not question
her motives.

When I was younger, she often took care of me. Dad's job required him to go
overseas for two or three months a year. Mom always went with him so I was
left with my aunt. Mom believed in spanking and often spanked me when I was
bad. My aunt, mom's sister, had watched mom spank me with great interest
and even encouraged her to spank me. When I was left with her, she spanked
me almost every night.

They were not hard spankings, but gentle spankings that lasted for a long
time. Always on bare bottom, just before bed time. I actually enjoyed those
times. She would kiss, hug and cuddle me afterwards until I fell asleep.
Asleep, I would dream of her kissing, spanking, caressing me until I awoke
excited and dripping in sweat. Because of these dreams, she made me sleep
with her so she could hold me close to her. It was hard to separate what
happened to me during a dream or during those nights in her bed.

"I've been shopping," she began. "I've bought a wonderful new dress. How
would you like for me to try it on?" Then without waiting for an answer,
she disappeared in a flash. Everything still seemed normal, until she
called me into the bedroom. "The zipper on my dress is stuck," she called
out. "Can you come in and give me a hand?"

"I'll be right in," I replied.

As I entered the bedroom, I didn't see her. Now, that was odd. Her voice
had come right from my bedroom. I didn't think she was a ventriloquist and
knew how to throw her voice. I was almost ready to walk back out the door
when a pair hands came to rest on my back. I was given a gentle shove,
propelling me face forward onto the bed.

It all happened so quickly. I turned to see my aunt standing there in the
new dress she had bought.

It was a dress unlike anything I had ever seen before. It was made of soft
black leather and looked extremely domineering. It went from just below her
knees to her chin and covered both arms completely. My aunt might have
been over forty, but she had the body of a twenty year old.

"Auntie, what's going on?" I asked. But before I could utter another word,
she was on me like a panther. Taking a pair of stockings from the pocket of
the dress, she began tying my hands together in front of me, connecting the
end of the nylon to the railing at the head of the bed. I was paralyzed,
not from fear but from fascination.

She moved to my legs, spreading them, quickly tying two more stockings
around my ankles, stretching the nylons to the bedpost. I was helpless,
completely puzzled by this turn of events.

"I've always wanted you to be my slave," she said excitedly. "I never had
the courage to do it until I bought this dress. I think it brought out the
dominant side in me. She stood there telling me how she so enjoyed spanking
me and fondling my young body. The more I listened, the less I struggled.
The nylons on my wrists and ankles felt sensual, the silky material
caressing my flesh. She recognized that look of helplessness on my face.

She ran her hands up and down my legs. I was wearing a skirt and pantyhose
at the time, which I thought would prevent her from getting to what she
wanted. Long ago, during those many spankings, I found out that besides
enjoying spanking my ass, she loved to finger my cunt. I confess that I
loved it too.

She reached up under my dress and pulled my pantyhose down over my wide
spread legs. Then, somehow, I felt the pantyhose split into as she pushed
each piece down to my ankles. The same thing happened to my dress, as it
split and fell under me.

As her finger played with my wet pussy, that old feeling of being a bad
little girl returned. I watch as she put her finger in her mouth and lick
it. "You're as sweet tasting as ever," she giggled.

Climbing between my legs, she buried her head in the middle of my crotch.
Her tongue felt like velvet as it brushed the outer edges of my pussy. I
sighed softly as her tongue pressed harder to my pussy. After she had moved
it around my cunt, she thrust her tongue into my burning orifice.

Her tongue was like a magnet, clinging to the insides. She extended it as
deeply as possible, that stabbing tongue stirring the wildest sensations
through my pussy. I shuddered as her methodical attack continued, causing
me to get more excited by the second. My cunt was quivering until she
finally sent me over the edge.

My pussy quivered in spasm after spasm, spewing like rainwater from a
drainpipe, filling her mouth with my bittersweet liquid. She slurped
contently, trying to lap as much juice as possible. Thunderous orgasms
consumed my slit, one vicious one after another until I could do no more.

That was not the end of my bondage. Not by a long shot. She raised her
dress to her hips, showing me wasn't wearing any panties underneath. She
climbed onto my face, bringing her dripping cunt to my mouth. She sat on my
mouth, forcing my tongue upwards into her pussy. I swabbed her pussy the
best I could until it was her turn to go stiff, seconds before a semi-sweet
gusher poured wildly over my tongue.

She finally rolled off my face, resting beside as she played with my
nipples. "I've always wanted to do that, and you've always wanted that too,
didn't you? she whispered. I could only nod my head as she pinched harder.
"And you want more, don't you?, she purred. I shook my head faster.

"Well, little one, we have all weekend to play. But this is just the start.
Each weekend from now on, you will stay with me. You will be the darling of
my friends, who will enjoy you as I do", she said loudly. "You would like
that too?" she asked.

My mind reeled wildly at the thought of others. The image of two or three
women such as my aunt playing with me sent uncontrollable shudders inside
my body. To my utter surprise, I nodded my head.

"Now you are really are my little slave," she said looking directly into my
eyes. I hesitated answering, still in shock and pleasure. She asked again,
only this time twisting my nipples hard.

"Yes," I yelped as she twisted even harder, "Yes, yes, yes, I am." I meant
it with all my heart too.

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