That day I took with me two pairs of slipper. In those days
dommes didn’t seem to keep slipper, which I thought under the
circumstance was pretty ridiculous but there you go. Ok for all you
slipper fetish bods out there one pair was a size 10 pair of blokes
slippers with leather sole, chosen purely for the fact that they
didn’t hurt and the other pair was a maroon pair of felt ladies
slippers which were size 8 rubber soled with the white under laying
which by the way did hurt. I also had a dodgy pair of blue pyjamas
which I think she commented on them looking crap.
Without further a do and with me trying to stop myself from
creasing up laughing we began. She started of with the scenario of me
stealing money out of grandmothers purse (god that aint been done
before now has it?). And I was duly laid across her lap and had my
backside tanned with the sole of the leather slipper. I have actually
still got the video of this but im writing this out of memory. She
continued to pound my backside with this slipper and soon realised it
was not having any effect. (Well I wasn’t complaining) but hey I
might as well go through with all of this so she took of one of the
other slippers, which she had been wearing since I bought them there.
She also decided to remove my pyjamas bottoms and under pants on
which she made a comment that I was wearing black underpants to hide
the skid marks (Well I wasn’t going to wear white y fronts now was
I?). After a few more cutting remarks designed to leave me with an
inferiority complex she began to spank me in earnest. I think this
might have been possibly the hardest spanking I had ever had bearing
in mind that everything I had done, as a child regarding spanking
games was always playful. I literally wriggled all over her lap and
how the hell she managed to support me god knows. One thing for sure
I was left in no doubt that Aunty Jennifer knew what she was doing,
make no mistake about it. I was there for about an hour and a half
that day, some of the time we spent talking and I was the most
relaxed I had ever been with anyone for a hell of a long time.
On leaving her house that day I felt so happy that I had at last gone
through with it. There is no doubt whatever that that day I probably
took the hardest whacking that I had ever taken. But the feeling I
felt coming home to my shit bed-sit was equivalent to taking an
ecstasy tablet (not that I advise taking them) but with out the side
effect. Like there are no
two ways about it this day changed things
for me for the better and Im grateful. There was more to come.
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