Aunt Blanche13

She’d spanked before as a sitter, and more recently as a teacher, but the spankings she’d administered had been applied by hand and were of comparatively short duration. The spanking Billy was receiving was certainly neither of those. But the boy had earned it. The painful strokes echoed throughout Edith’s bedroom together with Billy’s howls and shrieks for a minute more, then Edith felt that Billy had learned his painful and humiliating lesson. “Blanche,” she said, “I think Billy has now paid a sufficient price for his wrongdoing.” Blanche paused, to Billy’s momentary relief, and vehemently insisted, “Billy, you apologize to Miss Parsons right this instant.” Billy turned his tear stained, agonized face toward Edith, but his uncontrollable sobbing made it impossible to utter an intelligible word. This suggested reluctance to Blanche. She became incensed. “I told you to apologize,” she screamed. Blanche leveraged her legs between Billy’s and spread them wide while still pressing him firmly over her ample thighs.