By the end of the rehearsal on Saturday night, Jerry was about out of his mind with anticipation. But eventually, they had pulled the car into the garage of the house and the door was closing behind them. As planned, Jerry entered the house first and went to the guest bedroom, turning on the lights as he went. After a few minutes, Julie, with her hair still colored gray and wearing a very proper looking white blouse, below the knee black skirt and 4 inch heels, walked in the door and announced herself, "I'm home!" She then went to the master bedroom and opened and closed a few drawers on the dresser. Julie knew that the key to making a really good scene work was for it to be believable and tease the submissive, for whom you're actually doing the scene anyway, for as long as possible. After a few minutes she called, "Jerry, would you please come in here."
Jerry, getting into character and trying to muster the look of a guilty teenager, despite being over 30 years old, shuffled into the bedroom. "Yes?" He asked.
Julie looked at him sternly, "listen young man, you may be 18, and I am not actually your aunt, but your father put me in charge of you while he is out of town and told you to obey me as if I were your aunt!"
"Sorry auntie," Jerry stammered looking at the floor.
"Now," Julie said, "tell me the truth, have you been in my lingerie drawers?"
Jerry stared the floor a while longer. "Yes ma'am, I'm sorry."
Julie seized the opportunity to draw the scene out, she walked, ever so slowly, over to the dresser and picked up her hairbrush, "you are going to get a spanking, how honest you are with me will determine how severe, and whether with the brush or my bare hand; do you understand?"
Jerry shuffled his feet, stared at the floor, "Yes, yes auntie…"
"Now, first question, do you do anything with the lingerie in the drawers other than pick up and look at them?"
"No auntie!" Jerry stated, thinking, as his character, that he might be in the clear.
"What about my lingerie in the laundry hamper?" Julie asked while tapping the hairbrush against her left palm.
Jerry froze, he had not thought she would've noticed that. "Um….. yes auntie, I didn't think it would matter, they were going in the wash anyway, I uhhhhhh…."
"And you did what with them?" Julie asked in a stern voice. "Did you rub them on your penis, or maybe try them on as well?"
"Um… well, yes, I sort of, rubbed them, the panties that is, on my penis; but I didn't, like really, put them on, more like just, held them up against my chest, the bra that is, but I didn't get any come on them or anything like that," Jerry blubbered, as he was truly getting into the scene.
"Very well," Julie said, "undress, completely, right here, right now!"
"But……"
"No buts!" Julie said tersely, slapping the hairbrush into the palm of her hand again.
Jerry did as he was told, piling his clothes on the floor next to the chair while Julie pulled some things out of the lingerie drawer. "Stick out your hands," she said and then slid a bra up over his arms, "turn around," she then fastened it behind him and snapped it on his back.
“Ow! What are you doing?” Jerry squealed.
"You wanted to feel what they were like, so I am going to let you," Julie said in her most catty voice, "don’t you think you should thank me?"
"Um…er…. thank you auntie," was all Jerry could come up with.
"Sit down and put these panties on," she commanded, followed by, "and these stockings." The panties, when up, were immediately tented outward by his growing erection and she had to show him how to roll-on and straighten the thigh high stockings, all of which continued to build the tension. After that she forced him into a rather tight fitting half-slip and had him stand before her for inspection. "Not too bad," she said after making him turnaround twice. "But we might as well make the job complete," she said, heading into the closet. A moment later she appeared with a long, brown-haired wig and fitted it into place on his head. "That's better," she said with a smile, knowing full well that his cock was going crazy with anticipation. She then walked around him, slowly, twice, gently slapping the hairbrush into her hand. "Shall I spank you with the hairbrush?" she coolly asked.
"No auntie, please not with the hairbrush," Jerry protested.