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Subject: Repost: Sandy's Adventure: Week 1 Report 1


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Date Posted: 16:11:35 08/25/11 Thu

Sandy’ adventure: Week 1, Part 1

I arrived safely just after lunch on Saturday. Aunt Helen and Trish were there to greet me and get me settled. One of the first things I noticed was on the kitchen wall hanging by the back door to the yard—a shiny paddle with the name “TRISH” on it in bright red letters. I don’t suppose it is just decoration! And anyone who comes in the back door can’t help seeing it. (That has to be embarrassing.) I guess that answers one of my questions—what does Aunt Helen use to spank.

After I got unpacked, Aunt Helen and I sat down to go over some ground rules. Trish wanted to hang around but Aunt Helen told her this conversation was private and to find something else to do. Trish started to whine about that—“But why can’t I stay? I already know what’s going on.” Aunt Helen then gave her a rather stern look and Trish reluctantly went to her room. Then we went over some basic ground rules. First I gave her my driver’s license. I will have a curfew of 11 PM on weeknights and 12:30 AM on Friday and Saturday nights. When school starts, the school night curfew will be 10 PM. Breaking curfew is a spankable offense (the first mention of that word!) All homework must be done before I go out or watch TV. I must dress appropriately at all times and behave in a “lady-like” manner. (Whatever that means!) Rudeness in any form will not be tolerated, either toward Aunt Helen or anyone else, especially other adults.

Punishments will include spanking and any other form of discipline decided upon by Aunt Helen. Any backtalk or failure to obey an order will result in additional punishment. I really wanted to ask more details about spankings and other punishments but with everyone’s advice in mind I decided to hold my tongue. Meanwhile my heart was racing and my stomach had butterflies that could fill a football field of flowers! As it turned out, I would not have long to wait to find out exactly what happens during an Aunt Helen spanking! (but exactly how that occurred was a major surprise.)

Later in the afternoon the three of us were hanging out in the kitchen when Aunt Helen asked if I had noticed the paddle hanging on the wall by the door. I could feel myself blushing and told her I had. She said that on Monday I was to walk to the hardware store and buy a paddle of my own and ask for it to be inscribed with my name, “Sandy.” Then I was to buy some varnish for it and finish varnishing it that afternoon. It was then that Trish made her second mistake of the day. “She can use mine! I won’t need it anymore,” she declared. Aunt Helen said, “You know, you may be 18 but you are still living under my roof and under my rules. So you had better watch your tongue, young lady.” I don’t know whether she was showing off because I was there or thought it could not happen in front of me but Trish got really snippy: “Right like you would really spank me.” I could see at once that she realized she had gone to far as she said, “I’m sorry, Aunt Helen. I didn’t mean it.” Aunt Helen replied, “Not as sorry as you are about to be. Get those shorts off and get over here right now.”

I could see how conflicted Trish was but she had no choice. She turned beet red as she unbuttoned her shorts and stepped out of them, leaving her in a short T-shirt and her pink panties. Aunt Helen moved her chair from the table to the center of the room and Trish joined her, standing to her right side, with her hands behind her head. (I had not realized there would be some rules for spanking but apparently there are.) Then Aunt Helen put her hands in the waistband of Trish’s panties and slipped them down to her ankles and helped Trish slip them off. Trish bent down, picked them up and put them on the table next to her shorts, then resumed her position by Aunt Helen. It was a breathtaking sight: a half nude 18 year-old girl standing by her aunt as she was scolded for being ruse and insolent, waiting to be spanked. I could not help but notice that her uncovered crotch was right at Aunt Helen’s eye level and could not imagine how humiliating that must be—to stand there completely exposed in that position. As Aunt Helen told her she was not in the least too old to be spanked, I could see Trish’s bottom clench involuntarily. I couldn’t decide whether I was glad it was not me or wished it were!

But the scolding was soon over (probably none too soon in Trish’s mind) and she was told to get over Aunt Helen’s lap. I had never seen a real spanking and was startled at how loud it was. Each spank reverberated in that kitchen and probably throughout the back yard as well. While she just used her hand, it was clear that Aunt Helen really knew how to spank, as Trish’s bottom grew pinker and pinker. Her bottom cheeks seemed to vibrate with each spank. While she whimpered some, she managed to endure the spanking rather well, with minimum fuss. I soon found out why. After only a couple of minutes, the spanking stopped. Aunt Helen told Trish to “Fetch the paddle.” The Aunt Helen explained to me that what had just happened was only the warm-up. The real spanking was now to come. I could scarcely breathe.

Trish got up and walked over to the wall to get the paddle. The door was open (only the screen door was closed so she could be seen from the neighboring yard if anyone was out there but I doubt that fact was uppermost in her mind). Her bottom was bright pink and jiggled as she walked. She handed the paddle to Aunt Helen and resumed her position over Aunt Helen’s knee. I quickly saw why Aunt Helen said the real spanking hadn’t started yet. I thought the spanks were loud before but each paddle swat was like a gunshot indoors. Trish’s stoicism ended immediately as she howled from the first stroke. She kicked and rolled her hips as she involuntarily tried to avoid the paddle strokes. Suddenly I came to see another truth about spanking—Trish was exposing herself COMPLETELY!! In her wriggling and kicking, she was constantly exposing everything she had. I had thought about the embarrassment of having my bare bottom exposed but it never occurred to me that everything else would be on such open display. Her bottom clenched and opened, her legs kicked wildly and I could not help but see what I had never expected to see. What was I thinking when I planned this adventure?

At first Aunt Helen paddled quickly but then began to spank methodically, neither fast nor slow. Trish’s bottom was marked quickly and dark by the paddle. Blotches of white appeared after each swat but the overall effect was to turn it a deep red, especially on the lower potion (often described in writing as the “sit spot”). In a few minutes her gyrations and yelling stopped and she just laid there sobbing. She still reacted to each swat but now it was mostly just her legs; as each swat came her legs would jump up together like they were on a string. The spanking probably lasted on y 4-5 minutes but I must have seemed a lifetime for poor Trish. When Aunt Helen stopped Trish still laid there crying softly. I am as heterosexual as the next girl, but I have to tell you that the sights and sounds of Trish being spanked got me going more than anything else ever had. When Aunt Helen sent Trish to stand in the corner in the living room I asked if I could be excused for a nap since it had been a long day. I took a quick peek at Trish as I went upstairs. She was in the corner holding her T-shirt up in back and displaying her bright red and still twitching bottom.

I did go upstairs to my room and closed the door and got undressed and into bed but did not take a nap! I didn’t even need my nightstand friend; I could hardly wait to touch myself. I don’t think I have ever been so wet without being touched by a man. I pictured Trish struggling and crying, exposing herself and kicking. The sights and sounds were so fresh in my mind it was like watching the rerun of a movie. After I came (the first time) I tried imagining myself in the same position. It was like watching someone else; I cannot imagine what it must feel like to actually be in that position! But I suppose I will find out before too long. After all, that’s the point of this whole adventure isn’t it?

Bye for now. :)

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