I was a brat growing up.
My parents were the most permissive you ever saw.
They let me get away with anything.
They gave me anything I wanted.
I had a wonderful life with them.
At least I thought so
. I never did well in school.
I didn’t really care.
I had people to see, places to go, things to do.
Besides, what did it matter?
It was only 8th grade.
I thought that I was a big deal.
By a certain age, I was spoiled rotten.
It was summer vacation.
I loved summer.
It was my chance to catch up on TV shows I missed and play video games that I loved.
It was also a chance to sleep late and not have to deal with those annoying teachers.
One day, as I was watching a re-run of “Mad About You”, my mother walked into the room.
“Danny, we need to talk.” she said in her quiet voice.
“Not now, at the commercial, and for the last time, Call me dan!” was my polite response to her.
When the commercial came on, she resumed.
“Dan, we need to talk.”
“Yeah, what?”
“Your report card came in today.
” “Big deal. Who cares?”
“I’m worried about you Dan, you didn’t do so well.”
“What’s the big deal? It’s only school.”
“School is important Dan, you’ve finished junior high and it’s time to look into high schools.
At this rate, none of the good schools will take you.”
“So what?” “So, I called your Aunt Christine to see what help I should give you.”
“Who’s ‘Aunt Christine’? I never heard of her.”
“She is my sister.
We grew up together.
She lives all the way down in Alabama.”
“Ok, now will you be quiet., My show’s back on!” I yelled.
She patiently waited for the episode to finish and then shut the TV off.
“What the hell did you do that for?” I screamed.
“I need you to pay attention to this.
Are you listening?”
“Yeah, whatever.”
“Well, your aunt suggested that I send you to live with her.
She says she knows some very good schools that would take you.
Is that ok with you.”
“Yeah, whatever. Can you turn the TV back on now?”
Needless to say, I wasn’t really listening.
It is at this moment that I should mention something else about me.
Since I was 2 years old, I never wore anything with buttons on it.
I never knew why.
Just when I was 2, I said ‘No more buttons!’
My parents let me do it.
I never thought about it.
All my clothes were button-free and I was happy.
My pants had an elastic waist and my shirts were of the turtle-neck variety.
I didn’t think about the conversation I had with my mother that day, I just continued to watch TV and play video games.
One day, my mother woke me up early.
She told me that it was time for me to go to Alabama to visit my Aunt Christine.
I didn’t remember the conversation and was very confused.
When I asked about luggage, I was confused even more.
I was told that Aunt Christine said I wouldn’t need anything and she would have everything I needed.
The flight was uneventful.
My mother had given me a photo of Aunt Christine.
I looked at it all through the flight.
I wondered what kind of person she was.
She looked nice.
She looked pretty too.
The plane landed and I went out into the main terminal.
I looked around and there was a woman holding up a sign that read “Danny”.
She looked like the photo I had.
She was about 6 foot, had shoulder-length blonde hair, and dressed very conservatively.
She was wearing a white blouse, black tie, black blazer, and black skirt.
She also wore pantyhose and high heels.
Nervously, I approached her. “Aunt Christine?” I ventured.
She looked down at me, paused and said in a friendly tone
“Ah, you must be Danny. I’ve heard a lot about you. Come with me to the car.”
I didn’t know what else to do, so I went with her.
Something in her tone compelled me to obey.
When we were in the car, I ventured some questions.
“Do you have cable?” I asked.
“No.” “You better get it for me.” I snapped.
There was a sudden chill in her voice, all previous friendliness gone from her voice.
“Are you giving me an order, young man?
Need I remind you of your place, and I am in charge here?
You will not order me again.
Is that clear?”
“Yes Aunt Christine,” I replied.
The rest of the trip to my new home was spent in silence.
We pulled into the driveway of a nice 2-story white house.
It seemed pretty standard to me.
I followed her in.
There was nothing outstanding about the interior.
It seemed like home. Aunt Christine gave me the grand tour of the house.
Two bathrooms, one upstairs, one downstairs, bedrooms upstairs (both hers and mine), kitchen, dining room, and living room.
She told me to sit down in the living room, which I did.
She sat down across from me and said “Danny, we need to talk about the rules of this house.”
“Ok.” I replied.
“Now Danny, this can either be a pleasant experience, or it can be an unpleasant one.
The choice will be entirely up to you.”
I was puzzled.
“Um.. Ok. But, could you please call me Dan?”
“You want to be called ‘Dan’?”
“Yes.”
“I won’t call you ‘Dan’.
You will always be ‘Danny’.
‘Danny’ is a child’s name, that is what you are, is it not?”
“I’m not a child!” I replied indignantly.
“Are you old enough to drink?”
“No.”
“Are you old enough to vote?”
“No.”
“Has your voice changed?”
“No.”
“Then you are a child.
As a child in this house, I expect obedience from you, is that clear?”
“Yes.”
“You will be in bed by 10 o’clock every night, regardless if it is a weeknight or not.
Your homework should be done by then.”
“10 o’clock? That’s too early! At home, I get to stay up until midnight!”
“This isn’t home with your parents. You will abide by my rules now.”
“And if I don’t?”
“I will spank you.”
“You can’t do that!”
I was never spanked before.
I didn’t want to find out what it felt like at all.
But, I was sure she was bluffing.
“I can, and I will when the situation warrants it.”
“I have enrolled you into a very good private school.
Ninty nine percent of its students go to the best universities.
They practice corporal punishment as well.”
“Corporal punishment?” I was unfamiliar with the term.
“It means that they can spank you at school.
And, if you get a spanking at school, you will get one at home from me too.
I also expect only straight A’s from you.
Do you follow?”
“Yes.”
I was growing more nervous by the second.
“I don’t like what you are wearing at all. please remove your garments.”
I was unsure of what to do.
Something didn’t feel at all right.
I obeyed.
Soon my t-shirt and elastic wasteland shorts were on the floor next to me. I sat down again.
“You won’t be needing these anymore.” Aunt Christine said and without another word, picked up my discarded clothes and left the room with them.
A few minutes later, she re-entered, without my clothes.
“What the hell did you make me do that for!?” I shouted, I felt very angry about what had happened.
“Give me back my clothes!”
“You will not be wearing those vile clothes while you live in my house.
Don’t swear and this is the last time I will warn you about giving me orders.
School starts in less than a week.
I bought a uniform for you and I would like to make sure it fits you.
I want you to put it on.”
She walked to a nearby closet and produced what would be my school uniform.
The school uniform consisted of a white button-down shirt, black blazer, black tie, black slacks and black shoes.
Needless to say, the majority of this clothing had buttons.
Something I never wear.
I looked at the uniform, then I looked at her.
She was waiting expectantly
. “Well?” she said.
“I can’t wear that.”
“Can’t or won’t Danny?”
“Can’t.”
I hated her calling me ‘Danny’.
“And why not?”
“I don’t wear buttons.”
“Ah, your mother told me about that.
I thought she was joking.
Why don’t you wear buttons?”
“I just don’t.”
“That’s not an answer Danny.
If I tell you to wear buttons, you will wear buttons.”
“And if I don’t?”
“Then, I will spank you.”
I stood up.
“The hell you will! Give me my own clothes! I’ll go to school like I always do.
Dressed the way I want to!
You can’t tell me what to wear!”
I called her bluff.
There was a long pause.
I could feel the beating of my own heart.
Though I was confident that she wouldn’t spank me, I was still a little uncertain.
Aunt Christine’s face seemed to be fraught with indecision.
It seemed to make a decision.
She started walking towards me.
It wasn’t a normal walk though.
It seemed very deliberate.
My mind told me to run from her.
To get away, she wasn’t bluffing at all!
I tried to run, but my feat were frozen.
I was paralyzed with fear.
The fear of what she would do.
When she reached me, she grabbed my ear, by the lobe.
She started to pull me towards the door
. Still, scared, I couldn’t manage to move my feet.
Suddenly, she gave me a sharp swat on my rear.
That got me moving.
As she marched me up the stairs, she started lecturing me.
“I won’t spank you?
Is that what you think?
My dear Danny, you are very misguided in your beliefs.
As soon as we reach my bedroom, you will get a spanking you won’t soon forget.
Not only did you disobey me, but you swore and, despite all my warnings, you gave me an order.
That is a decision you will sorely regret.
When I am through with you, you will most definitely wear this.”
She shoved the uniform in front of my face, I thought she left it in the living room.
She apparently didn’t.
We reached a door at the end of the hallway upstairs.
She opened it and led me into her room.
Deliberately, Aunt Christine put the uniform on the hook on the door and closed it.
She then moved a chair from the corner of the room to the middle.
The side of the chair was facing the door.
The bed was behind the chair.
I had never seen a chair like it before.
It was unpadded, unlike the chairs that my parents used.
It was wooden and had a straight back.
It didn’t have any armrests either.
I didn’t have to wait long to see what it was for.
She sat down in the chair and then pulled me over her knee.
I resisted, of course, but she was stronger and had me by the ear, which is painful when pulled.
I struggled for a few moments but soon realized that I was effectively immobilized.
I looked up and saw, the school uniform.
It was taunting me.
“This spanking will teach you to obey me and behave.” Aunt Christine said.
I could feel some pressure on my rear end.
I thought the spanking had begun and felt relieved.
I was wrong.
Aunt Christine was just getting a feel for my rear.
The pressure left my rear and suddenly.
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
I could feel the swats to my rear.
I was determined not to let her get the best of me.
I just lay still and let her spank me.
After a few minutes, however, my rear was starting to feel a little warm.
I didn’t like the feeling at all and started to squirm.
A few minutes later the swats stopped.
‘That wasn’t bad.
I can handle this’ I thought.
I moved to get up, but was pushed down again.
I could hear the firm voice of my aunt
. “The spanking has just started Danny.
You won’t be going anywhere very soon.”
I started to protest.
“Young man, do you want to make me angry, you have just earned yourself extra spanking for ordering me and swearing at me.
keep this up and you will have a very sore bottom indeed.”
That was the only reply I got.
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
The spanking continued .
I couldn’t believe how much more it hurt.
I was already squirming with the first swat.
Aunt Christine never said anything.
It seemed that all of her mind was set on spanking.
After about 5 minutes of continuous spanking, I was starting to sob.
I started asking her, politely, to stop.
My requests fell on deaf ears.
Eventually, she stopped.
“Go to the corner on my right, next to the bed.” She ordered me.
I stood up, and waddled over to the corner.
I want you to think about why you are standing in the corner right now.
I forgot something in my purse downstairs.
I will be back in a few minutes.
I did as I was told.
I didn’t hear Aunt Christine come back in.
“You disobeyed me, didn’t you.”
“Yes ma’am.” I was worried.
“Turn around.” I turned around. In her hand, was a large, oval-shaped, wooden hairbrush.
She was tapping the smooth side against her hand.
Without a word, she went back to the chair and told me to get over her knee again.
I complied.
Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!
The swats of the hairbrush were indescribable.
I never felt anything like it in my life.
It hurt very much.
I knew I couldn’t do anything about it either.
I felt helpless.
After about a minute or two, I started to cry.
I promised to do anything, just as long as the spanking would stop.
The spanking stopped.
“Will you put on the uniform?” She asked.
I looked at the uniform, at all the buttons on it.
I couldn’t bring myself to say yes.
I just cried.
Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!
I was crying pathetically after just 3 more swats.
After what felt like an eternity, but couldn’t have been more than five minutes, she asked again.
This time I said “Yes.”
She stood me up and brought me the shirt.
“Put it on.” she said.
I obeyed.
It was difficult, but I put it on.
She then put the tie on me, knowing that I couldn’t do it myself yet.
“I want you to pay attention.
I expect you to be able to do this yourself by the end of the first week.” She said.
“Yes ma’am.” was all I could reply.
Tears were still streaming down my face and my rear still hurt.
She handed me the blazer.
“Put it on,” she said.
I obeyed.
She then told me to put on the slacks.
I did that as well.
The underpants felt tighter than usual and hurt my sore rear even more.
Eventually, I was wearing the uniform.
“There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Aunt Christine asked.
“No ma’am.” “How does it feel?”
“Strange.” “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it.
Besides, you will be wearing the top part during the rest of the spanking.”
I started to cry again.
I couldn’t believe there was more.
I was already in pain as it was.
She then had me wait while she brought a belt out from the closet.
“Now, we have already dealt with your initial disobedience, now we must deal with your constant swearing.”
She sat down and I was back over her knee.
Before the first strike of the belt, I was already crying.
Swish, Crack! Swish, Crack! Swish, Crack! Swish, Crack! Swish, Crack!
I thought that nothing could hurt more than the hairbrush, I was wrong.
Before she was done, I was already bawling like a baby.
I couldn’t stop crying, no matter how hard I tried.
Then, she stopped.
“Are you sorry you swore at me Danny?”
“Yes ma’am.” The words were just barely audible.
More a squeak than anything else.
“Good. Now, you will be sorry you ordered me too.”
“I’m already sorry Aunt Christine. Please, no more.”
“Now, Danny. You brought this upon yourself.” She continued with the belt.
I didn’t think I cold take any more.
I was beyond crying.
I didn’t have the strength to.
Soon she stopped.
She stood me up.
“The spanking would be over now, but you rubbed your rear during corner time, didn’t you, Danny?”
All I could do was nod my head.
“I want you to stand in the corner and compose yourself.”
I complied. It took me half an hour to stop crying and even speak.
“Danny, I have here a paddle.
I am going to give you 10 swats with this.
Then the spanking will be over.
If you miss one or miscount, we will start again.
Do you understand?” “Yes ma’am.”
She had me bend over the chair.
I prepared myself. Whap! “One.”
I was close to tears Whap! “Two.”
I was sobbing again. Whap! “Three.”
I was in tears.
Whap! “Four.”
Whap! “Five.”
I could barely control myself.
Whap! “Six.”
Whap! “Seven.”
Whap! “Eight.” I was bawling uncontrollably.
Whap! There was a pause.
Whap!! “Danny, you missed one.
You know what that means.” Came the voice of my aunt.
I couldn’t respond, I was just crying.
“Danny, I won’t make you count, but instead will give you five more swats.”
I thanked her.
She finished the spanking.
I was a mess.
Aunt Christine then led me back to my room.
She lay me down on the bed where I cried.
She left me alone with my sorrow.
A few hours later, she came back.
“I want you to sleep in your uniform tonight so you get used to it.”
“Yes Aunt Christine,” I replied.
“I also want you to sleep on your back to remind you what happens when you don’t wear it.”
“Yes Aunt Christine,” I replied.
She started to leave, then she turned and said “You can call me ‘Auntie’ if you want. Remember, I’m here to help you and I love you.”
She came back and kissed me on the forehead.
“But, if you get out of line, I’ll make sure to straighten you out.”
“Goodnight Auntie,” I said. It took me a little longer to fall asleep.
Auntie Christine woke me up early the next day.
I felt a little disoriented, but I didn’t say anything since the previous day’s spanking was fresh in my mind.
She started talking. Her voice sounded friendly again, just like when I first met her the previous day. “Danny, I’m sorry I had to spank you yesterday. You have to understand, you gave me no choice. I expect my nephew to be obedient and a good boy. You were neither of those things yesterday. Are you going to be a good boy from now on?” “Yes Auntie.” I replied. I didn’t want any more spankings from her. They hurt a great deal. I never thought anything could hurt that much. “I have laid out some fresh clothes for you, please change into them.” I did as she told. The clothes were pretty much the same uniform I had on, just clean. I had a feeling that she wanted me to wear this full time. She helped me with my tie again. Her touch felt soft, very caring. It was hard for me to believe that this hand, so soft against my cheek could be the same one that made my rear hurt so much. The pain from that spanking didn’t fully go away yet. “Auntie Christine, can I ask you a question?” “Yes Danny, you may.” I couldn’t get over how friendly she seemed. “Is my rear still red?” “Well, not as red as it was last night. Right now, it’s a healthy shade of pink. It should stop hurting by tomorrow.” “Ok.” I followed her downstairs for breakfast. I was starving. I couldn’t believe that she cooked for me. On the table, there was oatmeal, bran muffins, a tall glass of milk and some cereal with milk in it. There was only one problem with that meal. I hated oatmeal, bran muffins and milk! The cereal didn’t have any sugar either. Even though I was hungry, I told her that I would prefer something tastier. “Danny, you will eat what I give you.” She said. “But, what if I don’t want to?” I asked. “I will make you want to.” “You can’t make me do anything I don’t want to do!” I yelled at her. A stern tone came into her voice. “Danny, do you remember what happened yesterday when you didn’t want to wear those clothes?” “So, you wouldn’t do it twice in a row!” I was sure she was just trying to scare me. “DANNY! Don’t test me. You know I don’t bluff.” That tone scared me. Without another word, I ate all of my breakfast. I guess it didn’t taste too bad. It was then that I decided to try not to make her mad. I really didn’t want a repeat of my last spanking. She called me back into the living room. I went in. “Danny, we didn’t get to finish our discussion the other day. I want to finish explaining what is expected of you. You will have some chores to do around the house. They are to be done without question. You are to take out the trash once a week, mow the lawn every two weeks and do the dishes nightly.” “Yes Auntie.” I said. “Now, I’m sure you are curious about your new school. I want you to read this.” She handed me a pamphlet. “This should tell you everything you need to know about the school. I want you to read it now.” She left me alone with the book. It was really uncomfortable for me to keep sitting on the couch, so I took it back upstairs and started reading it on my bed, while I was on my stomach. “On behalf of the staff of the Alabama Preparatory School (APS) we wish to welcome you to our school. In the following pamphlet, you will find a list of classes and rules that you will be required to obey.” I suppressed a yawn, it was so boring. I turned the page. It had all the rules. There were three columns and the print was very small. The must have been over 300 individual rules. They were put into three categories. The first was labeled ‘Primary Rules’ the second ‘Secondary Rules’ and the third was labeled ‘Required Rules’. The third column was entirely in bold type. The first column seemed pretty standard, about tardiness, back-talk, etc. The second was about homework, tests, etc. The third column was about the uniform, policy on cheating, swearing, etc. The next page listed punishments. It struck me as odd that though there was a minimum punishment for each class of rules, there was no maximum. For breaking a primary rule, there was a minimum of 10 strokes of the paddle over the pants from the teacher, for breaking a secondary rule, it was 10 strokes over underpants, also from a teacher. If a required rule was broken, the punishment was administered by the head-mistress. The minimum here was 6 strokes of the junior cane on the bare bottom. Each punishment was accompanied by a note that had to be signed by a parent or guardian. The next page consisted of the methods of punishment. I started reading it. “The aforementioned punishments are merely minimum suggestions and are not necessarily followed by all teachers. They have the right to spank any student with any implement ranging from a slipper to the senior cane or strap. The only requirement of the teachers in this case is that the minimum punishment be given as well.” I didn’t have to read any further. It was obvious that this school expected me to be perfect at all times. I also remembered what my aunt said about my grade requirements. They had to be straight A’s. I rubbed my rear thoughtfully, I wondered if it would ever feel normal again, and not recovering from a spanking. With those thoughts in mind, I drifted off to sleep. A few hours later, I heard a knock at the door. “Danny, it’s time for dinner. I know you are tired, but you have to eat.” I didn’t respond. Why wouldn’t she just let me sleep. She knocked again, harder. “Danny! It’s time to eat.” “Go away!” I shouted. “Danny, since you are a little drowsy, I will overlook the fact that you gave me an order, but come downstairs immediately!” “Fuck off!” I replied. She stormed in and dragged me into her bedroom. She wasted no time pulling down my pants and underpants and bringing me over her lap. She started to lecture me. “Never, ever use language like that. Do you hear me! When will you learn to obey! Will I have to spank you every day this year?” She started spanking me with the hairbrush. Immediately, the memory of yesterday’s spanking flooded back into my memory, and the memory of the pain receptors in my rear. It felt like she had just spanked me 10 minutes ago, when it was really a full day. I was soon in tears and promising her to be good from now on. “You told me you would be good yesterday. I don’t think I left a lasting impression at all.” She continued spanking me with that hairbrush. She even went down the backs of my thighs this time. An area that had never been spanked. It really hurt. I was bawling like a baby. Still, the spanking continued. Eventually, I just didn’t have the energy to cry anymore. That’s when the spanking stopped. “Now, will you obey me Danny?” “Yes Ma’am.” I felt a mess, I don’t know how I managed to say it, but I did. I was determined to keep my promise this time. I didn’t know how many more spankings I could take. “Now, come down for dinner. It’s a vegetable medley, all your favorite foods. Peas, beans, and mushrooms.” Those were all the foods I hated, I didn’t dare argue with her though. “Could I at least have a pillow to sit on?” I ventured. “No, I want you to remember this spanking every time you sit down. Last time I left the backs of your thighs alone. This time you will have to oasis in your burning rear.” I just sighed and accompanied her for dinner. I was polite. I cleaned my plate and I did the dishes. I wouldn’t give her any reason to spank me. The next week was uneventful. I did everything Auntie Christine said. I even offered to help her. In time, the pain in my rear did subside. I didn’t want to be spanked ever again. My wish didn’t come true though. The first day of school, my luck would run out. But, that’s another story.