When I last stayed with Aunty Beryl I was 19. I am now 23 and working for a consultancy company which means I have to travel a fair bit. At short notice I was asked to work on a project in the West Midlands for a week or more and I was struggling to find a hotel room. On the off chance I phoned Aunty Beryl to ask if I could stay there for the week and she said I’d be welcome.
I was now a successful businessman with my own home so it never occurred to me that she would still treat me like a little boy. I knocked on the door and waited.
To my surprise her daughter Kate opened the door, “Oh, it’s you. Come in.”
For whatever reason we had never got on and clearly nothing had changed as far as Kate was concerned and she still looked stunning.
Aunty Beryl appeared and took over, “Come in Jim, put your case down there.”
Aunty Beryl was not actually my aunty just a friend of my mother so before going any further I said, “Now I’m a grown man shall I just call you Beryl?”
Her face hardened before she replied, “I don’t think so, Jim. I think it best if we keep things as they’ve always been. The rules remain the same in this house for you and for Kate,” and with that she handed me a copy of the rules I’d seen so often before.
I didn’t need to read them, I knew them off by heart.
“Nothing has changed?” I asked meekly as Kate appeared in the hall.
“Of course nothing has changed,” she snapped, "Kate still gets spanked if she breaks the rules."
Kate stammered and went beetroot red before turning back into the main room.
I’d been studying her in the doorway and remembering what an attractive woman she was. She’d filled out since I’d last seen her but clearly she was very fit and the tight, white t-shirt she was wearing was figure hugging, showing off those firm breasts I remembered well. She was wearing a short skirt revealing her attractive long legs and slim waist.
I tried to focus, “Does Kate still live at home then Beryl, er.. Aunty Beryl?”
Aunty called Kate back into the hall, “Yes, Kate lives at home with me now since she got kicked out of her flat last year.”
Again, Kate turned bright red and scowled at me, “It’s just temporary,” she snarled.
“Right Jim, take your case up and unpack. You’re in the same room as before. I’ll be up to check it in a few minutes.”
Clearly nothing had changed! I grabbed my case and unpacked in the spare room I remembered from my previous visits. Same furniture, same wallpaper, same everything.
As I closed the wardrobe and slid my case under the bed, Aunty appeared in the doorway. Her eyes travelled round the room and apparently satisfied she went back downstairs, calling “Dinner in five minutes, if you’d like to have a quick wash.”
I guessed she’d check so I dashed into the bathroom to wash and clean my teeth. It was like being a child again, which I realised was how Aunty wanted me to feel.
The evening passed slowly and conversation was limited. This was not going to be a pleasant stay.
I enjoyed my first day on the project and we made good progress. Shortly after 5.00 pm I made my apologies and left early, knowing Aunty’s rule about dinner on the table at 6.00 pm was unlikely to have changed.
Aunty had not trusted me with a key. I knocked on the front door which was opened by a very unhappy, teary faced Kate.
“What’s the matter?” I asked, “Are you all right?”
Aunty appeared behind her, “Go on, tell Jim why you’ve been crying.”
After a nudge from Aunty she mumbled “I, er, lied to Mum about a job I was being interviewed for.”
Another nudge, “I didn’t get to the interview stage but told her that I did,” Kate paused… another nudge, “and I told her the interview went well. So now I’m going to be punished and I don’t want to be punished - not in front of you.”
Aunty stepped in, “So for telling me you were going to an interview, for telling me you’d done well and lying each time I asked you about it you will be punished.”
I felt my penis swelling at the thought. No wonder she was so unhappy, she would be punished naked in front of me.
As I got ready for dinner I checked my iPhone, for messages. Then I had a brainwave. With a bit of luck I could video the whole punishment, this was getting better and better.
I made sure I got the seat at the dining table with a direct view of the punishment stool and coffee table. As long as nothing had changed there I was sure to get a good recording.
I set up my phone’s camera in preparation and put the phone face down on the table, hoping it would not be too obvious.
Soon after dinner was over, Aunty told Kate to get ready. Eyes down she left the table and went upstairs dejectedly. Aunty went to fetch the implements and I set up my phone, propped against my plate.
Kate came downstairs in the regulation short nightie, hands by her sides, which left little to the imagination. If only I could video this, her nightie just reached her firm bottom, so I had a perfect view of her long legs and her blond bush. Her hands were clenched, knowing she was totally on show.