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Username: Bad_nephew
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Registered: 06-2019
| | Posted on Monday, June 10, 2019 - 09:33 am: | 
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Tales of Dean
Hi, I am Dean, I am in my fifties and enjoy all aspects of spanking and discipline, in a domestic environment, and these are some tales from my past, some fictitious some based on real experiences, but all hopefully enjoyable.
Deans first experience as an adult (mm, fm)
I went home to make sure my mums old house was all tidy, as it was due to sold, and I wanted it to be clean, so this could be done quickly. I had grown up at this house, with my parents, it was a quiet cul-de-sac and everybody knew everybody, and everything it seems. I had a good childhood, and like many in the 70’s I was spanked at home, mainly by my Mum, or my Auntie when I stayed at hers, or my Dad or Uncle if I was very naughty.
My parents had both passed away now, and I was just 30, single and just enjoying life really, I hadn’t thought much about spanking or things like that until I came home, and found a few items that brought back memories, including an old size 12 slipper I was turning in my hand.....
“Hello, anybody in there” a voice called out.
“In here” I replied, shaking myself out of memory lane.
“Hello Dean” it was my mums neighbour Mary, she had been next door to my mum from when I was very very small. She was in her late 50’s I guess, maybe even 60, but she always looked proper, in a summer dress, with her hair tied up neatly in a bun.
“Hello Mary” I smiled wide and gave her a hug, I always liked her.
“Clearing the last bits I see” and glanced at a few things on the table, and the slipper in my hand.
I almost blushed and placed it on the table with the other bits and bobs.
“Yes, all cleared now, just taking these away”
She walked to the table and glanced at the few items left there, she looked a little sad, but life is life and we all have to move forward.
“Would you like a cool drink” she asked, “I made some fresh lemonade if you wish for some?”
“That would be great” I said, I gathered up the last bits in a box, and went next door.
The lemonade Mary made was amazing, I had loads growing up next door, and she offered me a glass, which I took and almost downed in one gulp.
“Where are your manners Dean” she chided, knowing that growing up I always had to be polite and courteous to Mary and John, they were like second parents to me.
“Sorry Mary” I said and looked down like I did when I was scolded as a child.
“Well I guess you were thirsty, and it’s a hot day, but always remember manners Dean, your mum would not have been impressed, I think she may have even used that slipper you have.”
Now I did blush deeply.
“Oh it’s ok Dean, we know your mum used to spank you, the walls are not so thick, and besides she often told us, and we were fully in agreement that naughty boys should be spanked”
Now, this was the first time as an adult I had really thought about spanking, and I was in turmoil, my stomach was flipping, and I was lost for anything to say, and strangely my cock was waking up.
“Hi there young Dean” it was Uncle John, and I quickly focused again, hoping my discomfort wasn’t too obvious.
“Hello .. ermm Uncle John” I always called them auntie and uncle but felt a little strange now.
“Ahh lemonade, perfect, I was trimming the old tree out back, makes you thirsty”
Mary handed uncle a glass “thank you dear”
“See Dean, even Uncle John thanks me properly” she smiled.
“Yes Auntie, sorry”
“Did you forget your manners Dean” asked uncle, with a smile, not too seriously.
“Yes Uncle, I was so thirsty I just drank, before thanking Auntie”
“Well, I need to get back to it, so excuse me, and Mary dear, perhaps you should remind Dean of his duty to be polite” and he kissed her and off he went.
“When were you last spanked Dean?” ... the question threw me, it was out of nowhere...
“Well, I , errrm not since Mum, well I was... maybe 12 years, before I went university”
“Wow, that’s a long time, nobody else spanked you, I am surprised, you were once a week minimum as far as we could make out”
Again it was time to blush, I had no idea what was going on, my mind was spinning.
Mary meantime took the old slipper out the box and turned it over. “Is this your Dads old slipper?”
I nodded.
“Is this what your mum used when she spanked you.”
“Yes Auntie, and her hand, and sometimes a strap, tawse type thing” I nodded at the box.
She pulled out the thick tawse and inspected it. “No wonder we could hear so much”
She paused and straightened her dress, then looked straight at me, making me feel like a child.
“Dean, I think you are long overdue a sore bottom, and by your manners I think it’s about time someone taught you a lesson, if you have no objections then we will be happy to get you back on track?”
I was now stunned and like a rabbit in headlights, I felt the stomach flip again, and even more blood moving to my cock. I just made a strange noise and nodded slowly.
“Good boy” she said.
She then took the slipper and the tawse and left the kitchen, telling me to wait behind.i stood there and adjusted myself, as I didn’t want my old neighbour to see my now swelling erection.
“Dean, here please” came a call from the lounge.
I went in, and stood before Mary, a little embarrassed and a lot excited.
“Dean, we do not tolerate bad manners here, and always expect our guests to be the same”
I nodded
“You showed poor manners by taking a drink, and rudely gulping it down with not so much as a thanks”
I nodded
“So young man, I am going to spank you and make you aware of your wrong doings, am I making myself clear?”
I nodded, and then she grabbed my arm, turned me around and swatted my bottom as I stood
“Am I making myself clear” she repeated
“Yes” .... “Auntie” I added.
“That’s better”, she pulled a chair out and sat down, beckoning me to stand to her right, I did so, very aware of my now full erection, in my........oh my god.... I remembered I had put on my ‘tiny’ underwear that morning. I like to wear small, restricted pants, or even panties sometimes they make me feel amazing, and today I was wearing very small electric blue, a bulge front, and the back that rides up between my cheeks...... oh dear...let’s hope they held me in securely, otherwise my erection would tent my soft trousers.
She took me over her lap, and positioned me carefully, my bulge between her knees, and my bottom raised, my heartbeat was racing.
Then she started to spank me.. oh my god she knew how to spank a bottom SPANK SPANK SPANK her hand came down on my trousers harder and harder, making me wriggle and protest.
She just spanked over and over making my bottom ache, and then finally she stopped.
I let out a huge breath and lay there, sore and aching.
“Stand up” she ordered, in a harsh voice now, less neighbourly more controlling.
I stood and she turned me to face her. “You are a very naughty boy, and you need a damn good thrashing young man. Your manners are very bad, and by the time you go home you will be very sorry”
“Yes Auntie” I managed to say, knowing that I had now committed myself to this.
She then took hold of the waistband of my soft trousers and yanked them down to my ankles in one swift move. Leaving me stood in just my tint electric blue pants, with a large bulge sticking forward towards her.
“She looked at my pants and turned me to see the back “tutt tutt Dean, you are a naughty boy aren’t you?”
“Yes Auntie” I replied, now in a sort of daze, the most excited and horny and lost I had ever been.
She took me back over her knee and spanked my exposed bottom again, harder and faster than before, really reddening up my soft bottom cheeks. After about 10 minutes she stopped and lifted me up, facing her. Then she yanked down my pants, this is when all things went a bit blurry, my cock released, springing up to its full erection, which is about 8 inches, my balls released and I was overcome with excitement, and before I could stop myself, I was pumping semen into the air, the carpet and Aunties knees. My cock twitching and pulsing, I wanted the ground to swallow me up, but it didn’t.
“You are a VERY naughty boy” she shouted at me “very very naughty...JOHN JOHN she yelled”
Uncle John came in hurriedly and saw the situation, my cock hanging semi erect, cum dripping from it, and the floor damp, and my bottom red from the spanking.
“Oh my oh my” he said, we have a very naughty young man don’t we Auntie?” She nodded.
In part 2, Dean gets a hard thrashing from Uncle John, and spends the weekend serving them to pay for his naughtiness, before finally going home, sore, aching and with a salty taste in his mouth. |
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