I was a typical 16 year old boy who wanted to enjoy having fun with his mates at home but my parents decided that I and my brothers could not be trusted to stay at home when they took the weeks holiday they’d won in a competition. We were sent to stay with relatives or friends of the family and it was my misfortune to end up with my parents friends ‘Aunty’ Beryl and ‘Uncle’ John and their awful daughter Kate. She was my age and pretty good looking but we had never got on so I did not want to go there and I was very uncooperative and sullen as my Dad drove me to their house nearly an hour away.
By the time we got there he was angry with me for being so awkward. Aunty Beryl let us in and told Kate to show me my room which she did without a word and then she ‘accidentally’ banged the door on my arm making me yell out. Aunty Beryl and my Dad appeared at the bedroom in seconds wanting to know why I’d shouted. I didn’t let on but Dad took me in the room and told me I would be punished if I was not well behaved for Beryl and John. I looked up to see Beryl standing in the doorway, “I’m glad you said that because we spank Kate if she’s naughty and I would like to treat both children the same if that is alright with you”. Dad was so cross with me he’d have agreed to me being whipped and agreed willingly that I should be spanked in just the same way as Kate. He went on to tell her that I was still caned on the bare bottom when I deserved it. My face went red and to make it worse I saw Kate standing smiling behind her mother! This was going to be an awful week.
He left soon after and Beryl returned to my room to explain that they were used to a tidy and quiet house and she hoped I would fit in with their ways. She explained that she didn’t have many rules but they were strict rules and had to be kept. (I was getting the distinct impression that she was in charge, not Uncle John). She told me I would be given a copy of the rules when I came downstairs after unpacking and tidying my room - properly. It was quite a nice room but there was nothing out on display, everything was in a drawer or cupboard.
I came down as Kate was leaving to meet some friends and Aunty Beryl gave me a cup of tea and the list of rules. “Sit down and have a read, then I’ll make sure you understand them fully.” and she went back in the kitchen leaving me with the list. Essentially we were not allowed to make a mess, be untidy, make a noise, be rude, etc. etc. etc. and Kate and I had to be pleasant to each other and not argue or fight. Meal times seemed to be very rigid, lunch at 1.00pm, dinner at 6.00pm. Breakfast would be on the table at exactly 7.30am and I had to have washed, dressed, made my bed and tidied my room before coming down. The list continued in similar vein with details for the rest of the day.
She sat down next to me and said, “I hope this will not be necessary but I think I should explain what will happen if I do need to punish you.”
“No, please,” I said, going red again, “I am sure I will do everything properly.”
Ignoring my interruption, she went on “We always sit down to dinner at 6.00pm and if you were due to be punished, I would remind you at five to seven to go to your room to get ready for a spanking. In your room, you would take off all your clothes and put on your pyjama top and come back down here by 7.00pm at the latest. Unless, of course, you want more punishment.”
“All my clothes?” I said.
“Of course. Then you put on a pyjama jacket and come down for your spanking. All punishment takes place in this room in front of everyone. Is that clear?”
“Everyone who is here?” I saw Aunty’s reaction.
“I do hope I am not going to have to repeat everything for you. The whole family will watch your punishment. If we have guests then ‘everyone’ includes all who happen to be here for dinner. Is that understood?” I nodded. “Good. If I do have to punish you I will give you 6 strokes of the tawse on your bare behind. If your punishment is more serious I will punish you with the cane and for that you will take off your pyjama jacket as well. Do you have any questions?”
“If I did need to be punished would Kate be watching?”
I could see Aunty was getting cross. “I thought I made that perfectly clear,” said Aunty Beryl firmly. “Everyone who is here for dinner will watch whoever is being punished.”
I remained sitting for some time taking in what Aunty had told me and could not imagine how embarrassing it would be to be spanked like that in front of anyone, let alone Kate. It also occurred to me that throughout the conversation Aunty Beryl made sure I knew that she would be the one doing the spanking and not Uncle John. I had only ever been punished by my dad in the past and being made to bend over and be spanked by Aunty Beryl would only add to the shame.