6 o’clock and I was called down for dinner. Kate was smirking as I arrived but stopped as her mother turned towards her. “As I told you earlier, Kate, I felt it was right to punish Jim in front of my friends as he had spoilt their day, but you are right, all punishments are normally given after dinner at 7 o’clock. So Jim,” she said, turning to me, “I am going to give you another six strokes of the cane after dinner, this evening.”
I thought about arguing, but realised I would suffer more so kept quiet.
At five to seven I was told to get ready and went to my room. I removed all my clothes and put on my short pyjama jacket, as required. I went back down, and noticed in the mirror how big my cock had grown at the thought of what was to come.
Auntie Beryl could not take her eyes off my cock. “I …..er…..I...er….Jim, explain to Kate why you are being punished.”
I turned to face the table, very aware that my full erection was hovering over my place mat but I knew I was not allowed to put my hands over it. I looked up to see Kate’s eyes were also fixed on my cock.
I told her “I took one of Auntie’s special biscuits that was meant for her friends and then I broke a plate.”
“And you lied about stealing the biscuit,” added Auntie Beryl.
“And I lied about stealing the biscuit. I’m sorry.”
“Right, take off your pyjama jacket and bring over the coffee table.”
I removed it, brought the table over and bent over the end, my legs either side of the table. Knowing how vulnerable I was made me more excited than ever and my penis throbbed.
Auntie took up her position, to one side of me and began. Swish, swish, swish, swish the strokes came down sharp and fast. Swish, swish and I waited for the instruction to stand.
“Get up.”
As I rose I knew my cock was rigid and heard Kate’s take in a breath.
“Fetch the ruler!” said Auntie.
I returned from the kitchen, cock bouncing as I walked and stood facing her. She moved to one side and thwack, thwack, thwack spanked me along the shaft. Thwack, thwack, two more on the head and thwack, a final stroke on the tip. I glanced up to see Kate smiling wickedly, enjoying the display.
After five minutes in the corner I was ordered to return, stand in front of them to apologise. Unfortunately my hard-on had remained and after I’d apologised, Auntie gave me another three strokes across the head of my cock.
“Go to your room and wait for me to call you back,” instructed Auntie.
Eventually I was allowed to get dressed and come down.
I woke the following morning still thinking about the experience of the previous evening. It was now my fourth day at Auntie Beryl’s and with Kate at school, as our half terms were not the same week, I was bored. Much as I hated Kate at least her being around gave me something to do.
“I’m going to the park, Auntie,” I called.
“Make sure you are back before 1 o’clock,” she replied. It seemed as though she wanted any excuse to spank me.
I sat in the park watching some lads kick around a ball. Then one of them invited me to join them and I had a great time. Ron, the lad who called me over, and I got on really well so I asked Auntie if he could come over for dinner and she agreed.
I remembered that Auntie liked us to help with chores so I began to set the table for dinner. Kate gave me sneering smile as I carried cutlery out to the dining room. When she saw Ron she turned all coy and gave him a real smile.
As I left the kitchen the second time carrying plates she threw a cup which smashed in front of me.