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I was born in a small city in Mississippi to a great set of parents. My mom had three sisters. After my grandmother had died, my grandfather never remarried.
After a very interesting meeting with my Aunt, we have a more interesting meeting with her daughter. I had very much enjoyed my evening with Aunt Judy. I had a final weekend of Spring Break and reported to the company I would be spending my summer interning with on Monday for an introductory week.
I was spanked as a kid. I remember it as a threat; I remember it happening regularly, open hand on the ass. But I remember the last time I got spanked the most vividly.
Probably my first recollection of spanking being a turn on was nearly 35 years ago. My parents had to go out of town and my aunt was to watch over me for a day or two. I was around years old at the time.
I let my pretty petite cousin spank me with a switch multiple times when we were teens. She knew all my "sins" and threatened to tell my mother if I didn't let her. My mother was a sadistic,religious psycho and did a lot more damage than my cousin could.
The bathroom door opened in the hall, and Aunt Betsy emerged, wearing a blue-gray blouse, dark blue skirt and pumps. She crossed the hall and entered Audrey's room, closing the door behind her. Despite my crushing sense of shame, I simply couldn't delay any longer.