Said with Sentiment Women's Auntie Slippers

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Then I heard her trot out this little ditty. “Spank a boy and do it right, trousers down, pants up tight. And if he smiles when he should frown, then spank him with his pants right down.” With that, Aunt Pam pulled my jeans down, exposing my underpants. My face was now near to the floor and I remember clearly the smell of the carpet, mixed with tobacco smoke as Doreen lit up a cigarette.

This very naughty little boy needs his bottom spanked hard and he’s refusing to obey me – can you help me with him, please?” I’m sure Aunt Pam deliberately used humiliating, babyish language. This angered me and I became quite sullen and sulky. I held out my hand, albeit with a dollop of attitude, but Aunt Pam said: ““You silly boy! I’m not going to cane your hands – there’s far too much risk of injury, especially as you play the piano. There’s only one place God has decreed that naughty boys should be punished, and that’s on the bottom.” Seeing a girl’s pants was unheard of in everyday life, so for it to be sanctioned, legally, was almost akin to waiting for execution where you were not only punished, but legally invaded and destroyed, like in an act of war. It was both somehow thrilling and terrifying. The adults who mostly protected you could also punish you. This kindled in me my first great ‘love’ in the murky world of shadows – the desire to see a pretty girl spanked. I was at home scrolling my phone over all the youtube videos I could see on the feed. P.s. doing nothing lol.

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I was able to collect all the dashes and the bud as well in the ashtray without any of the ash falling on the floor. After she was done she asked me to go and empty it in the bin and clean it up. I went to the washroom and did the same. By the time I reached her office, she was ready to get up from the computer and head downstairs. She said she’s feeling like having a doobie now that her work is complete and she has nothing to do. We went down to the living room she brought a box from her room and brought some green stuff out and started putting it in a small container. She was sitting on her sofa while doing this, I was just standing there in front of her looking intently to what she’s doing as I had never seen someone break a cigarette before and then filing it up into another paper before smoking. I didn’t know it was weed what she was smoking at that time but I know now. When she closed that small container, she said “Come here and sit in front of the table. I need to rest my legs on something soft while I do this. I wanna be really relaxed during next 20-40 minutes. Don’t you dare to ask any questions and ruin mg mood so if you don’t wanna help me and leave then do it now. But if you stay, you gonna have to stay till another hour.” I thought about it and said “No problem aunty. I’ll stay for another hour as I don’t have anything to do at home as well.” I didn’t have anything to do and even if I had I was too hooked to see what she’s doing to miss it. It never occurred to me that she had asked me to sit in front of her and talking about relaxing so obviously she meant about using me as a footstool for the next hour. I remembered to sit when I saw her finger still pointing to the floor in front of her. I countered by saying that I was too old to be spanked, and asked what would happen if I simply refused to submit to the punishment, as she wasn’t my parent nor my teacher. This was actually very untypical and rather daring of me – but Aunt Pam simply said that I was most certainly not too old to be spanked. “Boys are at their naughtiest in their teens – they need more spanking rather than less as they get older!” she said.

Finally, Aunt Pam asked Doreen to give me three strokes of the cane, while she continued to hold me firmly over her knee. Doreen duly obliged. The cane strokes weren’t too hard, but they did bite. I waited, and finally she walked in with her pink slipper. She told me she was going to give me a hard spanking. This excited me – a 14-year-old boy about to get spanked by my pretty aunt. I hadn’t really been spanked before that, as far as I can remember.I remember actually grinning and not really taking her seriously, and yet feeling quite excited, with a combination of disbelief and adrenalised elation! I asked her if it was true that she’d caned her Rory across his bare bottom, but she just told me that it was none of my business – what was my business right now was my own behaviour. On the weekend of the 12th of October Freddie came up to Yorkshire however having only just passed his driving test it took him no less than eleven hours to get here. That evening we were joined by Peter the Slipper who incidentally also arrived late. Both Peter and Freddie were soundly spanked as you may or may not of seen in the "Film Diary" and "Punishment Book"

Aunt Karen stood me up and gave me a nice long hug for about a minute, telling me why she had spanked me, and that she loved me. I said I loved her too and thanked her for spanking me. Then she took off my shirt and put my boxers on, and put my pants and shirt in the laundry. I was asleep when my mom came home. As she promised, my aunt didn’t mention anything about spanking me, just telling my mother that I was down for a nice nap. Finally, she turned to me, all smiles and said: “Well, Asher, I think we have an understanding now, don’t you? And now you’ve met my little helpers!” Aunt Karen sat on the bed and told me to come to her. She then told me she was doing this because she loved me and wanted to teach me a lesson. She had no kids, so she wasn’t very experienced, but she told me she was going to spank me the way her mother did her and my mom. My hope is that in years to come people will look at the photo's and be proud when Britain ruled the slipper world, also anyone who may study footwear in the future.Although we did have the cane at my sweet little primary school in Wembley, London, in the 1960s, I managed to avoid it. However, at my senior school I was regularly caned and slippered as we all were, going into the 1970s.