But then, she got serious. Determined and full of rigour, she began the “education”.
Her hand clapped heartily on my derriere. She thrashed my naked ass cheeks with strong handwriting, according to all the rules of the art. She let me feel her anger. For minutes, her hand repeatedly thrust on the bare skin, which after the initial white and pink, then showed a distinct red. A strong contrast to the light-skin areas, which were spared from the blows.
Fear turned into a slight panic.
I writhed to avoid the blows, scraped my feet over the ground, looked for a hold to detach myself from my tormentor, and began to kick wildly.
But nothing loosened the grip that held me or interrupted the rhythm of the beats.
Since I was now fidgeting, wailing and howling, Cindy only became strengthened in her dominant disposition. She loved this whining and bickering, these reactions to her “upbringing.” She pulled my head to the back of my neck and continued to beat my poor ass tightly with all greater satisfaction.
The blows on the bare ass were administered by her very deliberately, not monotonously and stubbornly. Sometimes, evenly distributed over both hemispheres; sometimes, a very painful sequence of blows on always one and the same place. Sometimes, slow firm blows; sometimes, a fast drumroll of both hands on the cheeks. My tormented crescents glowed; again and again, she struck, left, right, left, right, slashed her hand on my poor bare ass cheeks.
Suddenly, for me it wasn’t a role-playing game for me anymore. I was panicking, feeling at the mercy of her, my tormentor. She had me completely under control, she had me absolutely in her grip. I was subdued, she had reduced me to a poor, little, fearful laddie. More than that, she had reduced me to the naked ass of a poor, little, laddie to be punished.
I lamented — even begged for mercy.
“No, please no more!” I whimpered in panic, during the beatings. “Pleeeaase!”
But Aunt Cindy just smiled and continued with relish. Only when her hand hurt, did she stop and ordered me to get up.
She was pleased with herself. She was sure that she had tanned the fur of the “little nephew” persistently and intensively enough to have him broken. Quite sure that his ass was finally so soft-tapped, that she broke his will. Certainly, he was now drilled on obedience.
“Well, learned a lesson?”
Totally frightened and submissive, I mumbled, “Yes, Aunt Cindy.”
“No more objections? No more being late?”
“No, Aunt Cindy.”
Cindy was in high spirits. She looked at me with amusement. She liked what she saw. I stood in front of her, with my bare abdomen and a massive erection.
“Well, then I don’t want to be like that…”
She grabbed my hard cock and caressed it tenderly, jerked it a little, gently curled my balls. Despite my incredibly burning ass, it was a wonderful feeling. I was very grateful to her, both for the chastisement and for the caresses.
I murmured, “Thank you, Aunt Cindy.”
“So, take a shower now. And maybe Aunt Cindy will show you that she can be not only very strict, but also very, very sweet…”