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When he came to the table he was surprised to find me fully clothed but he didn't comment on it. I saw what I must have looked like when it was virtually impossible to find a sitting position that wasn't extremely uncomfortable. He never said a word and avoided my eyes the entire meal. I suppose he was feeling ashamed that I got to see him get his spanking and witness the way he reverted to a child. And then there was the fact that it was my hand who planted the paddle last.
His mother talked about her day at work and asked me about stuff at my own home. Just normal chit-chat and polite conversation. When the pot, pans and dishes were washed and put away she told him she had a bunch of errands for him. Again a somewhat surprised expression but otherwise silence. She also told him she wanted him to go out and see a movie since he had given up his right to be present during my spanking. She said she would ask him about the plot and since she had already seen it she would know if he actually attended. Totally dejected he took her shopping list and glanced at it quickly. All of a sudden his eyes opened wide and his face broke into a wide grin. He showed me the list and I looked for whatever it was that brought him out of his depression. Most of the items were pretty mundane but then there was the line telling him to buy two dozen prophylactics.
We both looked up at her and she said, "The first thing you ought to know is that she wasn't happy about my making her hit you with the paddle. She didn't have any choice and doesn't want to do anything like that again so don't hold a grudge against her. I haven't decided if she should continue her punishment tomorrow or not but either way, I can't stay home and watch over you so there's no way I can prevent you from `playing cards' again. As a responsible adult, I can at least make sure you have plenty of proper protection. Now kiss and make up and then you better be on your way."
He took me in his arms and gave me such a kiss before heading out the door. As we heard him drive away she smiled at me and ever so sweetly said, "Strip." The easy conversation at supper and her lack of any visible signs of anger led me to believe this was a more relaxed atmosphere than the normal prelude to my spankings so I didn't comply with her suggestion immediately. It wasn't that I was planning to disobey but I thought it safe to ask if she wanted me to go up to my room and leave my clothes there. She was still smiling as she said, "If I had wanted you to take you clothes off somewhere else I would've told you. You'll pay for your delaying tactics later. Now, do I have to repeat myself?"
I was on unfamiliar territory but I quickly discarded my clothes. She said, "That's a good girl. Come with me."
I followed her into the living room and she put me in a corner with my face pushed against the perpendicular walls. I couldn't see anything but I heard her go down in the basement and then the sounds of something being put on the coffee table. Then she went upstairs and her footsteps indicated that she had gone into her bedroom. I assumed it was to get the paddle and I was half right.
When I was told to turn around I took inventory of the items on the table. There was a dog collar, a leash, a short bungee cord, some clothespins, the expected paddle and an object I had never seen in real life but my experience with those magazines educated me enough to recognize a vibrator.
She held up the collar and said, "We used to have a large dog and I knew this thing was in the basement somewhere. It should fit you just fine." She opened it and I took that as my cue to step forward so it could be put around my neck. She was right. I fit and as she buckled it she told me a little of her plan. "You said you want to be a slave all week for him but the price of my concurrence will be for you to be my slave in the evening. He's going to see a lot of movies in the next few days. You'll be his to play with while I'm at work but I want you to get dressed for dinner. As soon as he leaves you will strip, put this collar on yourself and kneel until I tell you to get up. From then on you're mine. Oh, and there'll be a few more items I want you to put on along with the collar. You'll see them all in a little while but we'll start with this.." She gave me the leash and said, "Put this on." I had to feel around the collar to find the small ring it attached to but I was successful. I wasn't sure what to do next and she said to let it hang. It lay between my breasts and wasn't very long so it only came down to my knees.
After a nod of satisfaction she softly said, "Down." I understood what she meant and knelt before her. She gave me additional guidance and I had my head touching the floor and my bottom raised high. I saw her pick something off the table before she moved behind me. I assumed it was the paddle and prepared myself for it. Instead she reached between my knees and drew the leash towards her and up so it was tight against my crotch. She used her fingers to position it so it was running between my lower lips. I wasn't sure I liked a female hand touching me there but I was not in a position to voice any objection. She was doing something with the collar before telling me to stand up. She stood back but the leash was still in place. I figured out that she had hooked the end of it to my collar with the elastic cord.
She had me walk around a little and that was a whole new experience. Apparently, she was not entirely satisfied with the results so I was back on my knees again as she shortened the elastic and when I made my next little promenade the leash was more uncomfortable. She had me face her and put my hands on my head. Then she pulled the leather strip forward so it scraped against my sex and when she released the pressure the elastic pulled it back. After a few slow sawing motions she pulled it harder and let go so it went back to its original position very quickly. A few more of those and I was getting sore but she also pointed out that the part of the leash that was sliding back and forth was getting wet.
When she tired of this game she picked up one of the clothespins. A few sharp pinches with her long nails got my nipple to stand out so there was room for the wooden jaws to get a good grip. I gasped and said it hurt but her answer was that it was supposed to. You'd think my body would be smart enough to understand that the other nipple should try and pull itself into my breast and not jump out for another clothespin. It wasn't and it only took a slight amount of her manipulation to get it ready. She consoled me by saying, "I know this hurts but it will only be a nagging pain in a few minutes. The real fun will be when I take them off. Now, that's the way I expect to see you outfitted tomorrow. When we're done tonight we'll put these toys in that drawer so you'll know where to find them. It will be a bit awkward for you to connect the leash but I have faith in your abilities. Once the clothespins are on I want you to kneel with your knees far apart and wait for me to give you orders. Can you remember all that?"
Something in me said I shouldn't be on my feet when I answered so I knelt as she had directed and said, "I'll remember and do everything you ask."
She smiled and told me to stand. She picked up the paddle and walked behind me as she said, "This is not your spanking for the way you acted in the restaurant. That will come later. This is because you didn't take your clothes off when I told you to. Bend over a little and arch your back. I want your bottom sticking out."
I complied and she held me with one hand grasping the end of the bungee cord at my collar. It's a good thing she did because I would have fallen over when the paddle landed. If this was just a taste of what it was capable of I could understand why Dave lost his macho attitude so quickly and I had that kind of spanking still to come. The paddle only landed about fifteen or sixteen times but it had given me the message.
When she put that thing back on the table she said she wanted to hear every detail of how Dave and I had spent the day and added that if she had the slightest suspicion that I was leaving anything out I would be bent over for another visit from Mr. Paddle.
You already know what happened so I won't repeat it but you can be sure I told her absolutely everything including my feelings and responses to his stimuli. When I described the kind of positions he made me pose in I had to demonstrate them as well. And when I told of how he touched me she emulated his actions. I still wasn't too sure about feeling a female hand doing the things that excited and frustrated me that morning but I couldn't help but show the same physical reactions. When I talked of how he would play with my nipples she took the clothespins off. She was right about their removal being as agonizing as when they first bit into me but her fingers and sweet kisses eased the pain.
When I came to the part about playing cards she laughed. "So you really did that. Well, I'll be darned. All this time I thought it was just your cute little way of saying you had sex."
That was the end of my tale and I waited to hear what her next order would be. I didn't like it but then, what could I expect. She said, "Take the toys off and put them away. Leave out the paddle and the vibrator. Its time for the spanking you've been waiting for and since you've told me you don't mind masturbating in front of him you won't mind doing the same for me. I want to see you bring yourself off with the vibrator as soon as you're off my lap."
I don't know which was worse, knowing that the spanking I had been trying to drive out of my mind was soon to be a reality or knowing that I was to give an encore performance of masturbating for someone's pleasure. I had a feeling that when the time arrived for me to use the vibrator I would be in no mood to argue and mentally accepted that I would do anything she wanted.
When I put the things away she told me to put my clothes on. Her explanation was, "Its O.K. for you to be nude when you're my slave but this is the spanking your parents wanted me to give you and you should be dressed appropriately."
As I covered my body I almost had to laugh. Maybe my breasts would be decently covered but putting on the pants and panties was a complete waste of time. They would off of me in just a few minutes. About that time I realized that nothing about the upcoming event was the slightest bit funny and the concept of laughing faded quickly.
When I presented myself she was a different person. This was the Aunt Joan who was about to punish me that I remembered. There was a sharp tone to her voice when she told me to take my jeans off and I had to stand with my head hanging in shame as she reiterated what I had done to earn this punishment. At last she said the magic words. "As a result of your actions, I'm going to spank you." She pulled my panties off and sat down. I lay across her lap and didn't try Dave's trick of keeping my bottom up so the first hard swat to make sure I was settled properly wasn't necessary. At least I didn't think it was necessary. She did and I realized that my earlier introduction to the paddle was lacking in that she did not use all the force and snap that thing was capable of. She just made up for it and I knew the rest of this spanking was going to be pure hell. The rapid series were a blur of pain like I had never experienced before and then the swat, scream, swat, scream ritual began. From somewhere, that paddle found even more bite and an eternity later I was finally considered to be sufficiently punished.
There was no staying on her lap to cry and regain some amount of composure before standing as usual. I was on my feet only a few seconds after the paddle was put to one side and I was only upright long enough for her to get rid of my T-shirt and bra so I was her nude slave again. Then I was on the floor with the vibrator running and about to do her second command. The first spanking at his hand was when I realized that getting your bottom warmed had an effect of the libido but that was a little spanking compared to this. There was nothing sexy about the punishment she just gave me or so I thought. The vibrator slid in very easily and it was only a moment or two later that I was pulling, twisting and pinching my nipples with one hand while the other was shoving that thing in and out of me as hard and fast as it could until the top of my head blew off.
She picked me up and we hugged tightly. She helped me gather my clothes and I had to lean on her to make it up the stairs. I needed her assistance to get my pajamas on and once again I chose to go without panties. I had a feeling that this was going to be the way I dressed for sleep throughout the week. She tucked me in and kissed me.
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