Memories of a “Dirty Old Man”

Almost immediately the door opened, Cindy, or rather Aunt Cindy, stood in front of me.

But I hardly recognized her. Her otherwise loosely falling, slightly wavy, long black hair was straight and tightly combed back and tied into a ponytail. Her face was also tightened. She looked very resolute, absolutely cool, and quite bossy.

She wore a skin-tight turtleneck sweater, very tight, leather jeans and knee-high boots, all in black. Her dark eyes sparkled at me, all domina-like.

“So, the fine gentleman does not need to be punctual when he has an appointment with his aunt Cindy. Well, your education needs to be fine-tuned a bit; and tangibly,” she commanded me.

What she meant by that, I learned all too quickly. As soon as I entered, two slaps landed on my cheeks. I was totally taken by surprise, stared at her uncomprehendingly.

“I’m very, very angry with you. I am thoroughly tired of you not respecting me as a person, always being late or even putting me on. You show that you have little respect for me.”

“Yes, but… “

“No objections! No buts! My patience had disappeared. Today, I will instill in you the necessary respect, yes, drum it into you. Because it can’t go on like this.

You will now begin to be educated, disciplined and punished. I’m going to teach you a nice little lesson and educate you, so you see that I’m serious. And that’s by softening your ass and you a little.”

“But, no, you can’t just beat me. No, I don’t want that!”

“You don’t want to??? As if you were asked! All you have to do now is obey. Is that clear, very clear?”

She threatened to slap me in the face more. I nodded, frightened.

“I will now give you a thorough beating and polish your ass so rough, that you lose sight and hearing, and you forget all your disrespectful posturing and your contradictions once and for all.”

She sat down on the sofa.

“Come on, get over my knee. Get your punishment, you useless!! Obey!!”

When I hesitated, she gave me another strong slap in the face. Then, without hesitation, she grabbed my hair and pulled me over her lap.

She gave me some blows on the butt, but she wasn’t satisfied with that. She ordered me to take off my jeans. I obeyed.

Then she took me over the knee again, gave me again a few blows, but was not quite satisfied with it — the underpants bothered her. She pulled them down to my knees.

My ass was finally bare. It was nicely exposed and accessible.

There I lay, with my naked bum on Aunt Cindy’s lap — the cool air in the room made it abundantly palpable. A fresh breeze brushed over my bottom and I trembled from the chill of the cold, but mostly from fear because my butt was now completely defenseless against Cindy’s measures. It towered naked and unprotected, high in the air; my head was close to the ground. It was absolutely humiliating.

At first, however, Cindy caressed the buttocks a few times very gently. Then, she began with some light pats, which slowly increased, the “warm-up phase.”

I still coped well with that. I got really warm, even between my thighs.

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