I have to admit to having very mixed feelings. On the one hand I was now definitely too old to be spanked by Beryl who wasn't even a relative, just someone the family had always called Auntie. But I also realised that I missed the excitement and thrill of being given the cane by an older woman in front of her sexy daughter Kate, not to mention the times I’d seen Kate being spanked naked in front of me.
I didn’t want it to be obvious to Mum & Dad that I no longer minded going to stay with Beryl. Even though I was nineteen I was convinced that they could read my thoughts, like they used to when I was a child. To cover my tracks I complained bitterly about having to go, and even on the trip there in Dad’s car, I didn’t let up. By the time we arrived he was sick of my whining.
Our initial greetings over he didn’t even wait for Beryl’s usual question about whether I was still given the cane for misbehaving.
“Before you ask,” he said, “yes, we do still cane Jim when he needs it and to be honest if we were going home now he’d be getting six of the best for his never ending whining all the way here.”
“I see,” she replied, “Do you want to punish him now?”
Dad looked at his watch, “Thank you, but I need to be on my way. I’m sure you’ll do what is necessary.”
I stood up to complain but got a slap on the backside from my Dad and a glare from Beryl. I felt certain I knew what was coming later.
Dad left and I went to my room with Auntie’s instruction ringing in my ears, “Be sure to leave your bedroom perfectly tidy, Jim. You don’t want to be giving me any more reasons to use the cane on your bottom.”
Kate was doing her A levels at 6th Form College and returned home just before dinner time. I couldn’t believe I had disliked her so much when we were kids, she looked stunning in a tight, low cut T shirt and leggings that left little to the imagination. Her bum was so tight and firm, my cock began swelling in response.
“Hi, Jim,” she smiled in greeting.
Auntie stepped in, “Before you get too chatty, you should know that Jim is going to get six strokes of the cane tonight after dinner, because of what he said to his Dad on the way here.” Then she returned to the kitchen leaving an awkward, embarrassed silence between us before I exited to my room.
Auntie called us to dinner and I saw that Kate had chosen the seat nearest to the punishment spot.
Already I was feeling that mixture of fear and excitement. Fear at the punishment itself but excitement at the knowledge I’d soon be naked in front of them both.
I knew from experience that punishments at Auntie Beryl’s always took place after dinner at 7.00pm, on the dot, so I was prepared when Auntie instructed me to get ready for my caning.
In my room I undressed completely and stood in front of the mirror to check out what they’d be seeing in a moment. I had to admit that my time in the gym, since I’d last been here, had toned up my body nicely. I slipped my pyjama jacket on, as instructed by Auntie and went back downstairs.
As I entered the room I could see Auntie flicking the cane and Kate sitting expectantly in the chair she’d now turned round to face the punishment stool. Auntie always insisted that the person to be punished should keep their hands by their side, so when they looked up as I came in, both Auntie’s and Kate’s eyes were drawn to my penis swinging between my legs as I walked. At this stage it had become thick but not erect, so I would be spared Auntie’s plastic ruler attention.
“Your father was very angry with your behaviour on the way here,” Auntie began, “and asked me to give you six strokes of the cane on your bottom. Take off your pyjama top and bend over the stool.”
Kate’s eyes never left my body as I lifted up the jacket over my head. Unfortunately I could not ignore this gorgeous eighteen year old examining my body and my cock began to respond, thickening more as it grew longer and harder.
Auntie also spotted the change in my previously well behaved penis and flicked the ruler hard across my shaft. “You know the rules. Keep your penis under control or I’ll be forced to punish that too.”
An admiring smile from Kate did nothing to help me get it under control. I took up my place over the stool, spreading my legs as directed by Auntie tapping the inside of my thighs with the cane.
My now rigid cock was pressed against the edge of the stool and forced down between my legs where it was directly in Kate’s line of sight from her chair, just a couple of feet away.
Auntie took up her position, slightly to one side, behind me and raised the cane. Swish, swish, “Shit,” I muttered as the first two strokes landed.
“I beg your pardon, Jim, we’ll have no swearing here. An extra stroke for that I think.” she concluded.
Swish, swish, swish, three more strokes criss crossed my taut bum before I felt Auntie’s fingers examining her handiwork and accidentally brushing along my cock.
She took up position again, swish, across both cheeks and swish, across the join between my bum and thighs.
“Stand up and face me.” she instructed.
Kate’s eyes locked on to my throbbing erection as I turned past her to face Auntie.
She flicked the ruler across the head of my cock. “This tells me that you have not learnt your lesson at all. I am going to spank your penis to make you realise that this sort of behaviour is unacceptable in front of Kate and me.”
“I’m old enough to do this part now.” said Kate, to her Mother’s surprise, “I’ve watched often enough so I know what to do.”
After a few moments, Auntie agreed and handed the ruler to her.
This was not helping. Knowing that Kate would wield the ruler made my cock throb.
“Face the table, Jim.” Auntie instructed. My erection pointed up and across the edge of the table as I stood between Auntie on my left and Kate on my right.
Kate put her hand under my cock and it straightened, rigidly. Then with two fingers of her other hand she slid back the foreskin, revealing the red glans now glistening with pre-cum.
She stepped back and picked up the ruler, then flexed the ruler and flicked it across the shaft, which took me by surprise.
“Shit,” I cried and grabbed hold of my cock.
Kate pushed back the foreskin fully, “That was very naughty, Jim, I’m afraid that’s another stroke for being so rude.”
Flick, flick, two strokes landed in quick succession along the length of my shaft. Flick, flick, two more followed on the underside of my cock and it swung wildly in response.