I am happy that you decided to write a P.S. to this story, which paints a much clearer picture of your relationship with your aunt and why you feel the way you do. I fully realize why you wanted to limit details at the beginning to help conceal your identity, but this additional information helps understand how your thoughts and feelings toward her are largely influenced by your childhood years. You better get it for me." I snapped. There was a sudden chill in her voice, all previous friendliness gone from her voice. Don't have an account? Register in under one minute and get your own agony aunt column - recommended! As you get older you might decide to try out some of your fantasies in reality, with whoever you'll be dating then, but for now I see no reason that you talk about it with anyone you know. It's just a part of your developing sexuality but certainly not something that defines you as a person that much that it needs to be shown to the world;)

To my surprise and enjoyment, he accepted me as a girl and seemed quite interested in me. We all sat on the riverbank and talked. Luke had positioned himself on the bank below us where if we wished he could get a good view under our skirts. We all took pleasure in giving him what appeared to be accidental but were actually quite deliberate glimpses of our panties and up to our skirts. Luke was obviously getting very excited although he did not realize we had noticed. Thanks everyone for taking the time to read my post and especially to those who wrote comments to offer words of advice or support. I sincerely appreciate it. At this point I have decided to add a postscript to this story to provide more information about the relationship between my family and my aunt, and how I got to know her earlier on in my childhood. I never did well in school. I didn't really care. I had people to see, places to go, things to do. Besides, what did it matter? It was only 8th grade. I thought that I was a big deal. At 13, I was spoiled rotten. It was summer vacation. I loved summer. It was my chance to catch up on TV shows I missed and play video games that I loved. It was also a chance to sleep late and not have to deal with those annoying teachers. Auntie was apparently subconsciously jealous of me being the only boy in our families and this I guess was the driving force in what was about to happen.

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Would she be open to it and, importantly, keep it secret from my family (and everyone else!). Obviously, it would have be done when her kids are not home or when I am alone at home, but that rarely happens with my family. The one ** time I was alone with her, talking about school and life in the living room, my stupid, nosey sister had to come join in. She's the one who should be spanked!

With my new hairstyle I looked very feminine and I could easily be the younger sister of Sue. On our way to bed aunt gave me a nightie to wear and some cream to rub on in the morning before I had my shower to tidy up any unwanted hair I had.Seriously, try and start bonding with the kids, spending time with them, taking them to the park or other activities, depending on age, interests. She’ll love you for that and want you to spend more time at her place. Within weeks of bonding, the kids will want you to spend nights there to maybe watch movies with them, or you can babysit for an evening then stay the night. We saw my Uncle Harold that day. Only time I ever saw the old man, he died when I was 13. He took an instant liking to me though. He didn't like anyone, that old man, but he liked me. My brother and sister were jealous when Uncle Harold gave me a brand new Baseball. It was so big to me at the time...I couldn't even hold it right in my hand. She found some baby powder and sprinkled it on me, then snugly fastened the diaper using the tapes that were on it. Meanwhile, I was realizing that this didn't feel half bad, and was struggling inwardly with the fact that this was a punishment. My mother finished dia

I get so angry when I think about this. I am not trying to say I was a perfect boy, but really what was she thinking be spanking me in the living room. Why couldn't she just have takin me to my bedroom, other than she wanted to humiliate me.

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However, if your right and getting your bottom strapped like that left you feeling turned on (which is not usual or dirty) then you’ve got plenty of time to enjoy these things in the future. I wouldn’t deliberately do anything to get strapped by your mom you might find the experience different and a lot more painful a second time. Although, if your desperate to get the sensation again then there’s nothing to stop you from using your own belts/hairbrush/slippers against your own bottom as a form of masturbation – that MIGHT give you the same sensation again, just be careful whatever you do!! I won't call you 'Dan'. You will always be 'Danny'. 'Danny' is a child's name, that is what you are, is it not?" Don't worry, you'll get used to it. Besides, you will be wearing the top part during the rest of the spanking." You will be in bed by 10:00 every night, regardless if it is a week-night or not. Your homework should be done by then." I told her I wanted to know what it felt like and that I felt like a naughty boy just asking her to spank me.

I wish I had done this when I was around 12 or 13. I had a snotty attitude and wasn’t as respectful to my mom as I should have been. I felt really bad about it, but also didn’t stop doing it. That's too early! At home I get to stay up until midnight!" "This isn't home with your parents. You will abide by my rules now." "And if I don't?"I called to my auntie to ask where my clothes were and she said that my bag must have been left in my family's car by accident and that they had also left their bag with my cousin's jeans at home as well. "You will have to wear something for the next two weeks and that is all there is," said auntie. I put up some protests and went to my room. I want you to sleep in your uniform tonight so you get used to it." "Yes Aunt Christine." I replied. Again, I am NOT wanting or looking for ** from her. Just a ** good spanking on the bare with the wooden spoon or her belt. Over her knee would be great, but I would settle for a stand-up position or over the couch or having me lay down on the bed. Is there anyone who could advise on how to get a conversation going with her on this? She sat down on my bed, pulled my pants down, and put me over her lap and told me to be still. I remember staying there for a few moments as she tried to position me and get her belt ready. I knew it was some sort of spanking but did not know what was happening or why was I left dangling. Again, she told me to stay still and stop moving. I would be interested in any advice or comments from the perspective of either mothers/aunts out there, or from other guys or girls in their late teens or twenties with similar desires. Thanks for reading my story and serious advice only please.