From the lovely author ‘Anthony’, an excellent spring break spanking romp. Enjoy this ‘Person, Place, and Thing’ story as much as I did!
– Dana
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Thomas and Della take Spring Break
You could safely say that over the past three months Aunt Dana had left many a lasting impression on Thomas.
It was usually her palm leaving that impression, slapping home again and again on his bare bottom until it felt like he’d sat in roiling lava. But she was versatile and when he didn’t live up to her expectations, she punished him soundly with hairbrush and thick red leather strap alike.
It always hurt, but in a strange way he was closest to his aunt when she spanked his bare bottom with her hand. Lying across her upper legs, pressing against the hem of her dress, he dwarfed her in size, and yet there was no doubt of who held control. He was the poster child of a naughty little boy squirming without relief on his aunt’s lap.
Thomas had mastered most aspects of his life and projected a deserved confidence, but when Aunt Dana took his clean white cotton briefs down as she always did at some point in the spanking, and slid them slowly over the curve of his trembling and sore bottom, that confidence ebbed to temporary lows.
Oddly, being so vulnerable and in such close contact as she spanked him also lowered his resistance to her words. Perhaps his aunt was right after all: he could be more considerate of his wife Della. He’d spent a lot of time out of their home focusing his attention on others.
It was right for him to feel guilty. And that sense of guilt pushed him to unspeakable acts, like arching his back while she was spanking him, to raise his bottom to meet her descending hand, offering his already tender body to her just punishment, even when she hadn’t yet ordered him to do that.
The very first time had been memorable. After Aunt Dana had finished with him at her office (“You Count to Us”) and provided him with stern instructions, he drove home, squirming the entire way.
He remembered how Della’s lips had formed a small donut when he entered the house. He had walked directly from the garage to the kitchen and started feeling around the vicinity of the counter. It took him awhile to locate the handle that unlocked the dishwasher, but when he did, he emptied the clean dishes and promptly loaded the dirty dishes from the sink into the dishwasher.
Then, in complete silence, he walked to the corner of their living room, pushed his nose into the corner, lowered his trousers and boxers. That was the first time Della witnessed Dana’s handywork.
“I’m so proud of you for going, Thomas,” she’d said to him softly.
He was completely unprepared for what happened next. He heard her come up behind him and felt her place a hand on his shoulder. “I love you – you’ll always be my go-to man, my warrior.” Then he felt the sharp smack as Della’s palm connected with his still aching bottom and she left him in the corner with his stinging backside, pondering the day’s events.
Maybe another man would have hated Della. He had promised Della after that first time that he’d never go back to see Aunt Dana. But despite the strength of his will, Thomas was capable of self-reflection and of gradual change. So that resolution fell into the waste bin with the “play more poker” item from his New Year’s list.
He had planned a special surprise for Della for at least a month now. Della had no idea what was coming, but Thomas had mentioned his plot to Aunt Dana recently–she’d finished spanking him and was lightly massaging his sore posterior, rubbing lotion into his crimson cheeks and joking about how her hand hurt more than his backside (that would be the day!)–and she had fully approved of his plans.
When he’d pulled into their home driveway in the red convertible yesterday evening, he’d honked and honked until Della came out of the house wringing her hands, with a puzzled frown.
“What do you think, Della? It’s a Chevrolet Caprice Classic,” he’d shouted, revving the engine. “It’s like me – they just don’t make ’em like this anymore!”
They’d talked for a bit outside, and then she’d started smiling and helped him pull their SUV out of the garage, to leave the convertible in prime parking for the night.
It had been awhile since they’d gotten away, taken some vacation. All the college kids were back from exotic trips to Cancun, Jamaica, Florida. For all the glitz and glamor of nighttime Sin City, the reality was that Della and he lived in a desert, and it got hot enough to scorch even a body that hadn’t experienced Aunt Dana’s palm magic. Why shouldn’t they have their own Spring Break?
That night, upon his suggestion, they stole separately out of their bedroom and met for a rendevous in the spacious rear seat of the convertible. He felt young and and electric-randy. Somehow Thomas was able to dig around and find a bottle of champagne and two glass flutes in an adjacent red tool chest in the garage. They sipped that, and before long, naughtiness overcame them.
Later that night, back in their own bed, Della reached over, grabbing his hand, gently kneading his knuckles and fingers. “Thomas, you’ve been so impulsive lately. Where have you been hiding all these years, you romantic you?” She giggled. “If I’d known all it would take was a handful of old fashioned bare bottomed spankings, we’d have started yours years ago.”
“You talk too much, woman,” he said, squeezing her hand. “We need to get an early start on ‘So Cal’ and our aunt wants us to drop by before we leave.”
“She’s your aunt, not mine,” Della had responded, sticking her tongue out, then sliding softly into his dreams.
Early the next morning, after passing multiple gates, the red convertible was parked in the driveway adjacent to Aunt Dana’s lovely backyard.
Aunt Dana lived in a private community. They’d been to her house only once before, for an outside barbeque by the pool. They’d spent the evening with five other couples, close friends of Dana. Thomas had noted to himself that many of the women seemed quite confident and capable, laughing and sharing stories, while their male counterparts sat respectfully and somewhat gingerly in the patio furniture. Am I not the only one? he had wondered.
This morning, Aunt Dana was outside the house watering plants, dressed in khaki short and a pressed white long-sleeved shirt. It was strange for Thomas to see her in this role.
“I have something for you, dears!” She smiled happily, bringing them into her house. “Usually I’m the one receiving gifts,” she laughed. “But I’ve got a few small things for your Spring Break.”
Aunt Dana brought in coffee, and Della and Thomas sipped it in her living room, unwrapping the presents. There was a letterman jacket with “D” for Thomas, an old fashioned college sweater for Della, whose nose wrinkled briefly. “Everything for my college freshman,” Aunt Dana joked.
Finally they’d opened the two gifts that Aunt Dana had saved for last: two matching round black caps with ears.
“I understand you’ll be visiting the happiest place on earth as part of your Spring Break trip,” Aunt Dana said. “Thomas, I expect you to send your Aunt pictures.”
Aunt Dana sat looking at Della and Thomas. “I know the two of you need to leave soon,” she said. “There are only two things I’d like to leave with you.”
She turned to Thomas. “I want you to take these gifts out to the car now. I’ll be outside in ten minutes and I want to see you dressed in your letterman’s jacket. Kneel on the rear seat facing the back of that hot red sports car, with your arms over the back of the seat. Make sure your jeans are down and be prepared for a brisk goodbye spanking.”
As Thomas was gathering up the gifts to take to the Caprice, Aunt Dana started unbuttoning her long sleeves rolling them up above her elbows. Thomas watched out of the corner of his eyes as she turned to Della. A pink hairbrush with a mermaid on it had materialized on the table next to Aunt Dana and she began speaking as if Thomas wasn’t still in the room.
“I found this toy while I was shopping for mouse hats,” she said. “Della, I know you don’t see me as an aunt of yours at this point. But we’ve made great strides with Thomas. I think I can also help provide some mentoring to you, if you let me.”
“I’m worried about Thomas,” she continued. “He seems much happier now. And better behaved! But he’s also picked up a little weight.”
Thomas watched as Della opened her mouth to speak, but Dana continued, “Don’t get me wrong – he’s still very handsome, a charming man. But losing weight and getting healthier is a team effort.”
Aunt Dana leaned forward, “I’d like to see you take more of a leadership role in helping Thomas with that goal and I’ve got just the plan to motivate you.”
Thomas left the house, stashing the gifts in the trunk of the car and slowly assuming the required position in the back seat of their convertible with his knees dimpling the leather bench seat. Something about the hairbrush had managed to look both childish and dangerous. He imagined how it might feel against the now pale, exposed skin of his bottom.
Something intruded on his nervous daydreaming. There were moans and cries, punctuated with sharp slaps, coming from the house now.
Slap!
“Yes, yes,” he heard, “I love my man. Of course I’ll take care of him. Ow, oh, ouch. And punish him, like this, ouch ouch when he needs it.”
Slap!
“That hurts. Oh yes, yes I plan to take responsibility for him!”
Slap!
“Oh please stop, that hurts so bad!”
Slap!
“Yes, OK, OK, yes Aunt Dana, I understand!!! Will you stop now?? Please!”
Slap!
“Aunt Dana, Aunt Dana, Aunt Dana. Yes, yes I understand!”
Thomas knew that soon his Aunt would be coming out the doorway, strolling to the convertible with a warmed-up hairbrush and ready to ignite his tingling bottom, but a grin broke out on his face.
It looks like Della and he might both might share even more in common after this morning, namely the hope for a fast trip to the west coast, devoid of potholes, and in the coming days, plenty of sunshine, diet and exercise for him. It was in her best interests too, after all.
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