I remember this Saturday I went to see Aunty Sheil,a we had been shopping in Kingston and I had bought “The Great Rock’ in Roll Swindle” by the sex pistols.
When we got back to Aunty Sheila’s in Chessington, I played it to her F words as well. During the shopping trip the subject of smacking had risen more than once and we had both decided that I would pretend I was her naughty son for a day.
The first spanking I received that day was because I questioned why it was I had to call her aunty, seeing as she wasn’t my real aunty.
She sat on the sofa, hauled me across her knee and asked me what her name was? To which I replied, Sheila
Smack her hand came down in quick succession, why I relaxed over her lap.
“What is my name?” she asked again
“Sheila,” I replied
Smack her hand came down again whilst I was over her lap, thinking to myself
“This is nice.”
“What is my name?” she said in a firmer tone.
“Sheila”. I replied once again.
SSSSSSSSSSSMMMMMMAAAAACCCCCK!!!!!!
“WHAT IS MY NAME ?” She commanded
That one was a little harder so I gave in.
I remember that day as the first of many journeys over Aunt Sheila’s lap.
Shortly after the first spanking for not referring to her by her proper title, the neighbour from next door popped his head in.
Aunty Sheila, being the over-walled merchant that she was, told him she had just spanked me for not calling her aunty.
Talk about public embarrassment. I would have been embarrassed had she admitted what we had just been doing to a female neighbour, let alone a male.
I will add that I was always embarrassed to admit up to these things in front of older males.
This was almost definitely for fear of being mocked for not conforming to the macho stuff that we males were supposed to conform to in those times.
I asked Aunt Sheila to promise not to tell anyone about what we were doing whilst I was round there that afternoon, and she agreed.
It would be our little secret!
I will add that she still told my mother about the records I had bought, one of which repeatedly said the f word, but at least she kept stoom about the spanking.
After Lunch, which I recall was another one of those unhealthy fry-ups, I started hinting at playing school game,s to which she was only too happy to oblige.
The first game started off with me standing in the hallway as if it were a corridor and knocking on the living room door to visit the headmistress.
By this time, Aunt Sheila was fully in her role and playing it to a T.
I entered the room and was immediately bellowed at for some made-up misdeed I had committed, and I mean bellowed at.
As in good adult role play, I recall this was realistic to the point that I was frightened as to whether she was actually serious or not.
Her eyes were piercing, and the manner of this Lincolnshire lady was abrupt.
She sat on the pink sofa and removed her slipper and hauled me over her lap, and proceeded to whack the seats of my trousers some dozen times.
The slippering was not hard, but however it was firm; I just lay there and took it.
The movements of her body showed she meant business and heightened my awareness that this was not a lady to be messed about with.
After the spanking, she told me she would be informing my parents I had been spanked, meaning I would almost definitely get another one. When I got home, hence the next scene was already fixed.
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That day, we both spent a lot of time playing school games and pretending she was my mother.
These visits continued for some months at the rate of every other Saturday until such time that Aunt Sheila finally twigged that what we were doing might not be a good idea.
However, it was fun whilst it lasted, strange as I was.
