Tuesday, 26 February 2013

Making a spectacle of herself

Well, the end of another month is nearing, so that means Aunty has to add to her list of young ladies requiring a smacked bottom. Yes, the announcement of February's SotM is upon us!

This month the honours go to the loyal Richard, who is one of my most regular nominators, and his choice for the SotM is pop star Lady Gaga.

Now just looking at this woman you could be excused for thinking that she needs to be spanked for what she does to a simple, defenceless dress.


Those by the way are two of her more restrained outfits.

Richard heard about some less than ideal behaviour towards fans and thought that someone as lucky and talented as Miss Gaga should at least behave graciously towards those who have given her the lifestyle she currently enjoys.

Despite her arrogance and her unusual, some may say criminal, 'sense' of 'style' I do confess that Lady Gaga and I share one thing in common.


Yes! We both appreciate a good cup of tea. Miss Gaga is rather fanatical about her tea and takes a favourite pot and cups everywhere she goes from which to enjoy her refreshment.

Then she goes and does something like this.


That entire outfit is composed of raw meat! It would have been heavy and uncomfortable. The smell alone. I don't know what someone would be thinking to wear something like that. When you think of the people in the world who can't get enough to eat, and yet this lady wears a dress composed of meat. The waste!

One of the tragedy's of this is that Stefani Joanne Angelina Germanotta (Lady Gaga's real name) is not an unattractive woman without all the excessive primping and attention grabbing outfits.


I actually rather like that outfit, even the gloves, they're elegant. If she wins the contest I may insist she wears that to the shop when collects her 'prize'. One advantage would that she would be unlikely to be recognised even without the oversized sunglasses.

So February is down. I'm sure with the Academy awards being handed out yesterday that should fuel your imaginations. Jennifer Lawrence has jumped to the top of my own personal list.

Monday, 25 February 2013

Little Penny

No doubt some of you have witnessed a disgraceful display of thoughtless vandalism and hubris by Penelope Hasler's young alter ego Little Penny over at Naughty Little Writer. Well I for one was not going to stand for that sort of behaviour from young Penelope.

What follows is what happened when Aunty found out what the girl had been up to and how she dealt with it.


A little madam gets what she deserves

Regular readers may remember a visit that Aunty Andrea’s niece Penny made to the Shop last year anyone who knows Penny knows that she is a real darling but that she can also be very naughty when she wants to be. Her previous visit unfortunately saw her do just that, stealing biscuits and answering Aunty back in a very immature display. But a trip across Aunty’s knee for a thorough spanking did what it always does for naughty little girls and brought about a marked improvement in her behaviour.

http://thespankshop.blogspot.com/2012/05/guest-fiction-visit-to-auntys-by.html

Far be it from me to suggest that Penny’s devoted Daddy could perhaps follow Aunty’s example and keep his little girl’s bottom warm a little more often, but the young Miss Hasler has been showing the worst side of her character again recently and has just today been very naughty indeed. How naughty? She has defaced Penelope Hasler’s blog, written a mischievous post without Penelope’s permission, and, when challenged on her actions, been downright rude to her Aunty Andrea.

Another visit to the Spank Shop was clearly required, and that is just what the little madam received.

*****



I have little doubt that internally this is how Penny sees herself; a fairytale cartoon princess.

Frowning like a little dark cloud every moment of the journey from her house, Penny did nothing to make amends for her rudeness. Rather, with her childish antics – pouting and whining, kicking her feet in the footwell of the car seat, complaining about the unfairness of silly adults telling her what to do – she simply confirmed that she was a brat in urgent need of some old-fashioned discipline.

“Don’t wanna!” she wailed as I marched her by the wrist up the driveway. She dragged her heels, struggled and squirmed, but into the Shop she was determinedly led.

Once in the parlour I looked at the little girl standing in front of me. She really was very sweet, in her pretty dress with her silky blonde hair done in short plaits on either side of her head. She was looking at the floor and drawing patterns rather self-consciously with the toe of her shoe.

“Penny,” I said, keeping my voice stern. “Look at Aunty please, young lady.”

She looked up at me shyly.

“Do you know why you are here in Aunty’s parlour?”

“Chocolate biccies?” she asked hopefully.

I had to fight not to laugh, she was positively adorable.

“No, Penelope,” I said. “We are not here for biscuits.”

She frowned at me. “I only get called Penelope when I’m in trouble.”

“You defaced your sister’s website and then said rude things about her,” I told the girl.

“It’s a stupid site an’ I’m the best!” she said defiantly.

I didn’t know what had come over her, but I was definitely going to get to the bottom of it. “You do not speak that way to me, young lady!” I scolded her. “When I asked you about what you had done to your sister’s website you were rude to me. How would you like it if your sister took one of your picture books, drew all over the pretty pictures and then wrote rude things about you on it?”

“She never would!” Penny shouted. “Daddy would spank her, an’ hard too!”

“It is interesting that you should say that Penelope, because Aunty Andrea is going to do just that to your naughty little bottom.”

“No, Aunty,” Penny said in a small voice, her bottom lip starting to quiver. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

I sighed. “Maybe I’ll have to tell Daddy about the website and how rude you have been to me.”

Her blue eyes grew big and welled up with tears. “No, don’t tell Daddy!” she begged. “He’ll spank me and be cross wiv me.”

“You’re putting me in a very difficult situation, dear. Not telling Daddy would be like lying to him and you don’t want to do that, do you?”

“No,” she said, tears starting to spill from her eyes.

“Maybe if I spank you good and hard just like Daddy would and then we tell him he won’t be cross with you, because you had already been punished.”

Penny looked up at me, trying to stop crying and hiccupping with the effort. “O ‘hic’ kay,” she agreed.

“Now why don’t we call Miss Kimberley in here so we can get that little bottom of yours all ready to be smacked?”

Penny nodded sadly. I picked up the phone to call my receptionist.

Kimberley appeared in short order and smiled down at the little girl. Kimberley is very good with the younger clients, and I was sure she could handle Penny, who aside from her occasional temper tantrum is generally delightful, except when temptation gets the better of her and she steals biscuits she shouldn’t.

“Hi Penny!” she said brightly. “How are you today?”

Penny looked up at the teenager, but did not say anything.

“Penny,” I prompted her. “Say hello to Miss Kimberley.”

“’Lo Miss Kimberley,” the girl said, stumbling a little over the three syllables that comprise the teenager’s first name.

“Penny’s a little sad today,” I told Kimberley. “She was very naughty and wrote all over her big sister’s website and was rude to me when I asked her about it, so I have to give her a good hard spanking.”

“Oh sweetheart,” Kimberley said. “That was very naughty of you. Even Miss Kimberley isn’t rude to Aunty, because she knows she’d get a spanking too.”

The girl’s eyes widened at the idea of someone she saw as an adult being spanked by me. She looked from me to Kimberley and when we both nodded said, “Wow!” in an awed tone.

“Can you take her into the change room and get her ready please, Kim?”

“Of course, Aunty.” She held her hand out to Penny. “Come on sweetie, lets go pick out a pretty apron for you to wear during your spanking.”

I settled down into my armchair by the crackling fire as I watched Penny go to the change room hand in hand with Kimberley.

Soon afterward the two girls reappeared, Penny now wearing an adorable pink apron decorated with pictures of frolicking bunnies. “Isn’t it just the cutest?” Kimberley asked.

I nodded agreement and Kimberley gave Penny a pat on her now bare bottom, saying, “Be good for Aunty, sweetie.”

While the apron was sweet, the pout on the little girl’s face was not. “Don’t you like the apron Miss Kimberley picked out for you, Penny?”

“No!” came the angry reply. “It’s stupid!”

“Oh dear,” I sighed. “And after Miss Kimberley went to such trouble to pick it out especially for you and got you all ready for your spanking. Aunty will just have to spank the naughtiness out of you, young lady.”

Penny’s blue eyes went wide and the pout disappeared, replaced by an expression of fear.

“No… no, please, Aunty. I’ll be good!” she begged.

“Of course you will, darling,” I told her as I picked her up and settled her down over my lap. “After Aunty has spanked this pretty little bottom of yours up all hot and red.”

“I’m sorry!” Penny wailed, struggling a little.

“It’s not me you need to apologise to, sweetness,” I said, smartly clapping my hand down upon her wriggling white chubs.

As the sound of the slap died away and her bottom filled out with a pink handprint the sting settled in and Penny yelled.

Before the girl’s howl had gone the cracking sound of a second smack overlaid it. The room filled with the music of a defiant and naughty little girl having her plump posterior very soundly spanked.

There were howls and wails, screams and sobs, the sound of a hard palm cracking down smartly over a rapidly reddening and heating rear end. A disappointed Aunty’s voice scolding sternly.

“You will not damage other people’s things!” SMACK.

“No, Aunty!”

“You will not be rude to your elders!” CRACK.

“I’m sorry, Aunty!”

“You will not boast!” SPANK.

“It hurts, Aunty!”

“You will tell your sister that you are sorry and mean it!” WHACK.

“Yes, Aunty!”

Penny’s yells turned to steady crying and her bottom looked like an overripe tomato and was sizzling hot by the time I judged she had been sufficiently punished for the nonsense with her sister’s blog.

I let her lay over my lap and blub, while I gently massaged and rubbed her stinging hindquarters. She really was an adorable child, she just needed the occasional hot bottom to guide her through life.

I picked the crying little girl up and set her down in front of me, holding her arms to her sides so that she wouldn’t rub her bottom. I wanted the sting and heat to settle in properly so that she remembered the spanking every time she sat down for the rest of the day.

I clucked sympathetically at the state of her face. Her eyes were all puffy and red from crying. Tears trickled down her blushing cheeks. Her nose was streaming. She’d drooled and her cheeks and chin were covered with a mixture of tears, snot and saliva. I plucked some tissues from a box next to my chair and held her face gently while I cleaned it up. I got some fresh tissues and put them to her nose. “Blow,” I instructed. The girl evacuated her nostrils noisily and even managed a hiccupping giggle at the sound it made.

I picked her up and nestled her into my lap, enjoying the warmth I could feel from that roasting hot rump. I let her snuggle into my breast and stroked her hair while whispering to her gently and reassuring her that Aunty loved her.

“Love you too, Aunty,” Penny murmured into my breast. Soon she was snoring softly as she drifted off to sleep in the loving circle of my arms.


And this is our little heroine post spanking, sucking on her dummy for comfort, no doubt thinking of new mischief to get into.

Saturday, 23 February 2013

'Babysitters' - Glowing Globes Gazette

                    Glowing Globes Gazette


The more observant among you will have noticed that a different set of glowing globes adorns the masthead. A new year, a new article and a new picture. The photo is from Punished Brats and bottom belongs to the delightful Lily Anna, although she's rather hard to recognise from that angle.

I present to you a thought provoking article called 'Babysitters'


We at the Glowing Globes Gazette recently received an interesting letter from a young lady by the name of Lauren.

We’re going to reprint it first and then explain how it gave rise to this article.

Dear GGG,
My name is Lauren. I am 25 years old and still live at home with my mother. I do understand that as I eat her food and she pays for my clothes and gives me somewhere to live without asking for rent that I should do as she says and help out with chores. However she’s too strict.

I’m not allowed out by myself. I can’t have friends over unless they’re supervised, and if Mum goes out I have to have a babysitter!

Mostly they’re my mother’s friends. They’re allowed to spank me if I don’t do as they say. They even make me take baths and go to bed early.

Sometimes they’re older girls. I even had a college student one night. She was nineteen and she spanked me because I called her a cow when she told me to brush my teeth and go to bed!

If my babysitter spanks me Mum often spanks me again the next day, because I didn’t mind the sitter.

I don’t have a job or money. What can I do?

Yours Troubled Lauren.

To be totally honest dear reader this letter troubled us almost as much as the author claimed to be. Twenty five years old and still living with Mum isn’t all that odd these days when few young people can afford to buy a house or even rent an apartment, but still being babysat and spanked, now that is not something we hear of every day.

Lauren fortunately provided us with a postal address, so we sent a letter back just to see if she wasn’t trying to pull our leg. We got an emailed response from her mother.

It appeared that young Lauren had left a few things out of her letter to us. She was telling the truth about most things. She is twenty-five years old, she does live at home with her mother, she doesn’t pay rent, she doesn’t have a job and she is closely supervised including being babysat when her mother goes out.

Then came the reason for those things. Lauren has never matured emotionally or mentally past the age of thirteen. She cannot operate in normal society and cannot be trusted to take care of herself for an evening if her mother goes out for a break or some R&R away from a demanding daughter with a rather stressful condition.

Lauren’s mother was raised with spankings and so was Lauren herself. It’s just that with her condition they still work on her as an adult. The spanking from the nineteen year old was a one off and the girl’s mother would prefer that it not have happened and won’t reoccur as Lauren really requires an older sitter with a better understanding of the situation.

We believe Lauren sat rather uncomfortably after her mother found out about the letter she had sent us.

It got us wondering though. Is Lauren alone? Are there other adults who still get babysat on occasion? There’s been plenty of debate about what age a person is able to be trusted with the responsibility of looking after younger children, whether they be siblings, other relatives or local children when the parents are not home. Why shouldn’t there also be discussion of how old is too old to need a babysitter?

Our first volunteer to talk about her experience of being babysat as an adult was Mindy Charlesworth.

Miss Charlesworth is twenty-one years old. She’s a bright, bubbly blonde, who was more than happy to provide Glowing Globes Gazette with the following interview:

GGG: Thank you for agreeing to speak to us about your experience, Miss Charlesworth.

MC: (with a blush) It’s Melinda…uhhh Mindy, and no problems. I’m a fan.

GGG: Thank you, Mis…Mindy. Are you still babysat now?

MC: Oh God no! (in a low slightly embarrassed tone) It was kind of how I realized I was into spanking.

GGG: (laugh) Tell us what happened.

MC: I was nineteen. I had a bit of a breakdown after my first year of college. I was stressed out and I ended up having to stay at home, I was on heavy medication as well. This meant that I spent a lot of time not able to go anywhere or do anything without my parent’s supervision.

GGG: That must have chafed on a girl of nineteen.

MC: Tell me about it! I was pretty independent even before I went to college. ‘Strong-willed’ is how Mom puts it. I was pretty horrible to Mom and Dad, even though I know it was what was going on in my head and my meds that was doing it. They needed a bit of a break from me, even if it was just a night out to dinner or at a hotel. Only it was summer vacation and most of their friends were away. That’s when Chad offered to help.

GGG: Chad?

MC: Chad is a dish, and I’m not just saying that because he’s my boyfriend. He is seriously hot! He’s a few years older than me. He had just finished college and was trying to decide between further study and getting a job, so he was at his folks place.

GGG: It sounds as if he was known to your family before this incident?

MC: Oh absolutely! My parents and his parents have been friends and neighbours for years. His little sister is one of my best friends. I’d had a crush on him like forever.

GGG: So you weren’t too fussed when he offered to sit for you.

MC: (giggles) Not at all. I’d wanted an excuse to spend a night with him for years.

GGG: Was it actually put to you that he was going to be babysitting you?

MC: That word wasn’t mentioned. I think Mom and Dad knew I’d throw a tantrum if it was. I was a serious pain in the ass at the time.

GGG: It obviously took a turn for the worse on the night.

MC: In hindsight, no, because we’re really happy with each other, but at the time it wasn’t an ideal situation.

GGG: Did he say he was your babysitter?

MC: He never said it outright, but he certainly behaved that way. I reminded him on numerous occasions that I was nineteen, not nine. In fact I think that annoyed him and I was rather obnoxious about it.

GGG: What was the straw that broke the camel’s back?

MC: That was when he tried to send me to bed. I don’t think he’d ever babysat before to be honest, and a snotty nineteen year-old isn’t the best way to start. I’d had a crush on him forever. My best friend knew about it, and to have the first proper time I’d spent alone with him being a babysitting assignment, it just wasn’t fair.

GGG: You threw a tantrum?

MC: (another blush) Yes. The longer it went and the madder he got the worse I got. Before I knew it he’d used ‘young lady’ on me, thrown me over his knee, pulled my PJ bottoms down and was giving me a good spanking.

GGG: Goodness!

MC: Oh yeah. I really had given him a hard time. The weird thing is I kind of liked it. It’s hard to explain. I never thought I’d like spanking, but from him I did. It hurt, but there was something really sexy about it.

GGG: You liked it?

MC: Yes. It was the closest connection I’d ever had with Chad. I went to his house the following day and apologized. Mom and Dad never knew about the spanking. He sat me a lot that summer and somewhere along the way it turned into us being boyfriend and girlfriend.

GGG: So being babysat at the age of nineteen was beneficial to you.

MC: Absolutely. It was also sexy, we still spank sometimes just for fun, though.

GGG: Thank you for your time Mindy.

MC: Thanks for the interview, it was really cool.


From Elite Spanking. MIndy gets her tail tanned over now boyfriend Chad's lap.

Our next respondent in this issue was actually an email that we received earlier. It was from an English lady by the name of Jane Hollyoak.

I’ve been a long time reader of your publication, even from the Bared Affair days and I thought you may like to hear about or share my experience with your readers.

My name is Jane Hollyoak and I am twenty-five years old. I’m in a long-term relationship with another girl: Heather.

Heather and I met at uni, she’s a couple of years older than me.

For as long as I can remember I’ve had a bit of thing for babysitters. My parents did a lot of socializing, so I was often sat. Mostly the sitters were older girls, and some were very attractive.

I’ve always been interested in girls, so I developed a crush on a few of my babysitters.

When I was thirteen I started to fantasise about being spanked by one of them. I tried behaving bratty, but all that got me was being shouted and sent to bed early. My parents often punished me when they found out that I’d been a little horror for the sitter. Mummy and Daddy didn’t believe in smacking, so they sent me to bed early or cut down on my TV watching or internet time. Not fun at all.

One of my most regular sitters was sixteen, nearly seventeen. Lisa. She was really attractive, long dark hair, tall willowy figure, very fair skin. She was fun too. We connected. She would talk about what interested me, she liked a lot of the same TV programs and music as I did and we’d play games, she let me help with dinner and made me hot chocolate. She didn’t know it at the time, but I had the biggest crush on her. I used to lie awake in my bed at night dreaming about her after she’d put me down for the night.

I don’t remember what I did, but one night I must have crossed a line, because she got very cross with me and scolded me, telling me that I needed a jolly good smacked bottom. Lisa didn’t know at the time what that did to me, I almost passed out. I got sent to bed not long after and had a wonderful play while imagining myself over her knee with her hand smacking my botty and her voice giving me a good telling off.

I brought the incident up the next time she sat for me and she initially tried to not talk about it, but saying that she overreacted and that it wouldn’t happen again, so lets forget it.

I pushed it a little and kept asking about spanking. Finally she seemed to realize I had a bee in my bonnet about something and said we should be open and honest with each other. We had the best talk about spanking that night.

Yes, her parents spanked, but not often and it wasn’t the entire ritualized pants down over the knee thing I dreamt of and read about in books I wasn’t supposed to know about. When she was small she had been put over her mother’s lap. That surprised me, her Mum was lovely I couldn’t imagine her getting angry let alone spanking Lisa. Even then though it had been a few slaps on the seat of her dress. Other times she got the occasional smack on her bum or legs for being naughty, but they had stopped when her Mum tried to smack her once and she moved. Her mother realized then that she was too old for a ‘good smack’ as they referred to it.

Everything came out of me. I confessed how much I liked her and how I’d always wanted to be spanked and would she do it? I was in tears by the end. Lisa cuddled up to me and put her arm around me. She explained that my interest in her could be a consequence of my age, she wasn’t gay, but she had fixated on at least one older girl at school at one point. Even, if I was actually gay, as I am, there was nothing wrong with that and she was quite flattered.

The spanking was different. Even if Lisa did want to spank me, which she didn’t, she couldn’t. My parents would find out about it somehow. I didn’t know how because she wasn’t going to tell them and I certainly wasn’t. I guess Mummy may have seen my bottom and asked about it. I’ve never been a very good liar. Lisa was also positive there was some sort of law against her doing it. At the very least she’d never be allowed to sit for me again and Mummy and Daddy may even take the matter to the police.

We had a hug and watched TV, while I tried not to think about it all.  Lisa stopped sitting for me six months later because Mummy and Daddy decided I was old enough to be left on my own for a few hours while they went out. I even did a bit of babysitting myself when I was in my late teens. I never had a conversation with any of my charges like I had with Lisa, although I think one of the little boys had a crush on me. He was a sweetie.

I tried to put it all down to me being weird. Not the crush. I knew I was gay, but the spanking thing. I did find out that some people did it for fun, but I tried not to think about it, which is actually quite hard. The more you try not to think about something like that, the more you really do think about it. It was a vicious circle.

That was when I met Heather. Heather is two years older than me. She worked for a year after finishing high school, then had a gap year travelling, so she singed up for uni two years after high school. I went direct.

We started studying together, and one night we pulled an all nighter at her place. I got a little tired, and I guess silly. Heather started trying to force me to study and even slapped my behind once. I turned and looked at her and said, “Do it again!”
She just stared at me and it all came out.

I was in love with her, and I wanted her to be like Lisa all those years ago, only this time there were no parents to complain and we were both of age. She stopped and poured us both a glass of wine. I thought she was going to tell me I was weird and that she was straight and I started to cry. She hugged me and said that she thought I was really cute and if I wanted a strict spanking babysitter she would be that for me. I had to make an agreement though that after she spanked me I would have to study. I nearly broke my neck nodding!

I almost jumped over her lap and she started spanking me over my jeans until I said, “Do it bare! I want it on the bare.”

She said okay, and had me stand up so she could get my jeans and panties off and then back over her knee. Heather said she’d never been spanked or spanked anyone before, so it must be something you can either do or not do, because she tanned my backside like you would not believe!

I kept up my end of the agreement and did study after, but not until I had cooled down my bum in the bathroom and was sitting on the softest pillow I could find. Since then whenever she’s spanked me we always do it so that I have plenty of cool down time. She likes to put me in the corner and she often has me put on jammies before, she even got me a pair with the flap in the back, I think they’re called dropseats.

I guess to many people this sounds a little childish, but Heather and I love each other and I think getting to live out a childhood fantasy with someone you’re in love with is wonderful.

Sincerely,
Jane Hollyoak.


Photo provided by Sarah Gregory Spanking. Heather 'babysits' girlfriend Jane. Aren't those PJ's just the cutest?

Our next response was a double interview with two people you would more expect to be interested in this type of subject.

Marcia (not her real or professional name) is a sex worker who specializes in appointments of a more unusual disciplinary nature.

Eric (also not his real name) is a fiftyish man who has had a lifelong obsession with babysitter figures.

“It began, as it does with so many I suspect,” Eric said, brushing an errant lock of his greying hair out of his eyes. “In my childhood.”

“Eric’s right,” Marcia agreed, her dark brown eyes entrancing. “Most of my clients want me to fulfill fantasies that developed in their pre teen years.”

“I don’t think that I was babysat more or less than most of my friends,” Eric admitted. “I grew up in a tight knit community and most of my sitters knew each other and us kids had a lot of the same people. Before you ask, yes they were allowed to spank us.”

“I got the same response the first time I met Eric,” Marcia smiled. “He’s always very definite on that point.”

“I don’t think I had any sexual feelings for the first babysitter than I can remember spanking me. I was quite young, I doubt I’d even turned seven. She was an older lady. I had an infant sister at the time so my parents couldn’t really trust that to one of the neighbourhood teens. In fact I think I got that spanking for upsetting my sister.”

“Who was that Eric?” Marcia asked curiously.

“Oh, I thought I told you about her,” the middle aged professional said. “She was one of the neighbourhood Moms, her kids were both at college, so she was kind of a mentor when it came to child raising for a lot of the other Moms in the street like my mother. She certainly knew how to spank,” Eric remembered, rubbing the seat of his pants.

“I was never actually spanked by a babysitter growing up,” Marcia said. “I think I could count the number of spankings I got my from my parents on the fingers of one hand. I really fell into this profession, but I find I have skill at it.”

“Oh you do, Marcia, you really do,” Eric assured the attractive brunette.

“I tend to prefer clients like Eric,” the lady explained. “He’s older, polite and knows exactly what he wants. He’s also prepared to explain it properly. In some ways he’s lucky we connected. His fantasies largely tended to centre around a sitter called Caroline who first started looking after him when he was twelve years old. Now that was in the nineteen seventies. Retro is in now and I quite like the fashion, so playing a seventies teenage babysitter isn’t a huge stretch for me.”

“It is important,” Eric agreed. “If the, I hesitate to call her a ‘mistress’.”

“It’s okay, honey,” Marcia reassured her client with a smile. “I know what you mean.”

“It’s important that she looks the part, and Marcia does remind me of Caroline, although I tend to cast her as a college student, rather than the high school sophomore she was when she first put me over her knee.”

“I don’t just play Caroline, though,” Marcia added. “Mostly I’m her, but sometimes Eric feels the need for a more maternal spanker.”

“Marcia makes a great stern Mommy,” Eric praised the woman, his eyes shining. “I developed a bit of a crush on Caroline and I thought the best way to get her to pay attention to me was to be naughty. She spent most of her time with my sister, because she was younger and cuter. She warned me that she’d spank me. Apparently she’d done that with her cousins. I’d had other teenage sitters before and they warned, but didn’t spank, so I thought maybe she was the same. That was until I wound up over her knee, with my pajama pants around my ankles with her spanking my bare white bottom to a deep scorching lobster red.”

“I even bought him a pair of PJs for him to wear during our sessions,” Marcia grinned. “I’m letting the cat out of the bag here, but I’m looking for a pair of dropseats for Eric to wear, they’re so cute.”

Eric blushed deeply at the revelation, and for just a second he became the naughty little about to be spanked boy that Marcia saw during their times together, not the middle aged executive he actually was.

“I had my first ever orgasm that night,” Eric sighed. “Reliving that hot time over Caroline’s lap in bed.”

“She spanked you a lot after that, didn’t she Eric?”

Eric nodded. “I think she worked out that I was doing it on purpose, too. One time before putting me over her knee she actually said: ‘You must like this Eric. I spank you more than any other little boy I sit.’ I was in my mid teens by the time she graduated school and moved to college and I was too old for a sitter, although we still had them occasionally for my sister until she too out grew them. None of them ever spanked me, although a couple spanked my sister, but I was never allowed to see it. She was a bit of a baby about them,” he finished scornfully.

Marcia fixed him with her eyes. “Eric,” she scolded. “Be nice about your little sister or I may just have to put you over my knee, young man.”

Eric dropped his eyes and murmured, “Yes ma’am,” he then picked up the thread of the interview again. “Although Caroline was the first one who ever provoked any feelings other than the hot sore bottom a spanking is meant to I also thought about others, even some of my sister’s sitters.”

“We met at the place I usually work,” Marcia said. “I interviewed Eric, and he really is my favourite client. I’m not really into the whole leather and latex thing, although I do have some clients who like that, but Eric wants something that is sweet and simple and I love him dearly for it.”

The smile Eric favoured Marcia with suggested that the feeling was mutual.


Miss Joanne from Strict Women makes an excellent stand in for Marcia on this occasion.

So we have four examples of adults all of who are still ‘babysat’ and spanked for misbehavior when it’s warranted. Maybe Lauren’s story isn’t quite as unique as that young lady believed when she wrote to us.

Tuesday, 19 February 2013

Women on top

Aunty was at a bit of a loose end in between appointments this afternoon, and spurred by my most recent customer (a delightful, but somewhat irresponsible company executive by the name of Timmy) I surfed (that's what Kimmy calls aimlessly perusing the internet) onto Clare Spanks Men and found these images which I enjoyed and thought you may too.


The gorgeous Ashley Rose paddles a co worker's bottom to a blushing red for being a little too gropey around her curvaceous rear.


Another paddling. This time it's Audrey Knight taking her paddle to a tight deserving backside. She needs to touch the upper thighs up a little more.


Audrey Knight again and yet another paddle, but a different kind this time. The bottom over her sturdy lap has a long way to go before it's cooked to my satisfaction. He needs to be the same shade as her top.


The premise behind this one was sisters-in-law taking their brother-in-law to task. I'd love to recreate this one in the shop one day. I'll have to speak to the Kennedy ladies and Seegee to see what we can do.

Love Aunty Andrea XXXX