meandered in the front door and was heading for his bedroom when he heard"
Peter, can I have a word with you please". His auntie’s
voice had enquiring tone he thought as he shuffled his way into the living
room. She pointed to the couch positioned directly opposite her favourite
"I had lunch today with Jenny Callaghan your science and maths
tutor. We had quite a discussion about you Peter.
cringed; this wasn’t good.
"She said your grades have been rapidly going down hill and if they
don't start going back up, she's going to have to fail you. Now what do you
have to say about that, young man?"
Peter squirmed, "It's just...It’s really difficult for me, auntie ...it’s really hard... "
"She told me that your assignments have gotten sloppy and that
you're even a few behind. Is that true? "
"I guess so auntie, but..."
"No buts young man!!! There is absolutely no excuse for slacking
off in your schoolwork. When your parents told me you had a conditional
expectance into college, I agreed to you coming and living with me on one
condition.All you had to do was
concentrate of your study and this is how you repay us. I have to say Peter;
both Jenny and I are very disappointed in you.
Do you remember what I said I would do if you misbehaved?”
answered Peter timidly?
”Yes you do, I’ve mentioned it on more than one occasion.”
”But auntie, you can’t be serious, that was just a bit of fun.”
”Fun, oh I can assure you a sound hair brushing
from me would not be funny young man. I’m just as serious now as I was then and my
warning still stands. You can pack you bags and explain to your parents’ why you’ve flunked out or accept the consequences of your
”Are you serious, are you really going to spank me with a hairbrush?”
"I think you’ve
earned yourself a trip across my lap...however Jennifer tells me you have a
math test tomorrow. Have you even started studying for it?"
Peter looked down at the floor and shook his head. His auntie sighed.
"Well then, as much as I'd like to wallop your bottom right now
young man, I don't want anything to distract you from studying. So get yourself
upstairs to your room. You’re not
going anywhere tonight so you might as well get cleaned up and ready for bed.
You are going to spend the evening studying for that test tomorrow and I don’t expect there to be any nonsense!
Peter nodded eagerly. "Okay auntie...I'll study really hard!"
"You'd better show some significant improvement, do I make myself
Peter looked down again. "Yes ma’am". "Alright, get going then. I'll
bring your dinner up a little later"
Peter trudged upstairs to his room and tossed his backpack on the bed.
With mixed feelings buzzing around in his young head he finished showering and
put on his somewhat infantile pyjamas. Peter was extremely intelligent, a truly
gifted 18 year old. Regrettably such intelligence often comes at a cost in one
way or another. Some said he was verging on genius but emotionally he was well
behind for his age group. Being at university with the tested social and
emotional development level of a 10 year old was always going to produce some
obstacles and his parents understood this only to well. However Peter’s aunts offer of a home off campus came with
considerable relief and made his continued advancement in higher education more
Gazing in the mirror as he did up his buttons, the tenting out in front
of his pyjama bottoms was all too obvious.How could he possibly study after hearing the threat of an over the knee
hair spanking with a hairbrush?
Taking hold of him self and closing his eyes and once again squirming
across his auntie’s lap having his bottom
Oh auntie, please don’t
stop.I’ve been a very naughty boy. Oh yes auntie, spank
But his all too familiar fantasy soon came to its usual abrupt ending
and once again he was left feeling sad and lonely.No matter how he behaved, no matter how much he longed for this
special attention, he knew his auntie wouldn’t spank him. In reality the very idea of it was
actually quite ridicules.However
ridiculous it was the deep desire for maternal spankings was always in the back
of his very confused young mind.
He eventually sat down sat down at his desk and thought about how he had
purposely goofed off. His auntie being disappointed in him had actually hit a
real nerve, he had never heard this before and it was slowly sinking in. Maybe,
...if he did that math test properly tomorrow, his auntie would forgive his
little deception and everything would be OK again.
The next morning Peter noticed an odd sort of a smile from Ms. Callaghan
as she handed him the test paper. Peter worked his way through the paper in
half the time as everyone else but this time he didn’t mess about and answered everything correctly.
Before the day was over Peter received a request to visit Ms. Callaghan office.
"Now this is much more like it, Peter,” she said handing him his math paper with an A+
"It seems my little chat with your auntie did you some good"
she smiled with that same sort of smile he had noticed earlier in the day.
"I hope you’ll learn
a lesson that will stay with you for a while!"
Peter blushed but didn’t fully
comprehend what she was meaning. "Yes, Ms. Callaghan"
"Good. Class is dismissed; I’ll see you tomorrow then”.
Even though his test result was effortless and virtually meaningless for
him, he was for the fist time rather please to show his auntie.
He handed her his math paper as soon as he got home. "Look auntie!
I got an A+
"Oh Peter," she said giving him a big hug. "That’s wonderful, I'm so proud of you kiddo!!! I knew
you could do it! I'm going to put this on the refrigerator and you and I are
going to go celebrate!"
Peter grinned from ear to ear. "Thanks auntie! Can we have
They went out for pizza and had a great time together. Peter’s slacking off appeared to have been all
forgotten, until they were in the car and about to head for back home.
As auntie did up her set belt she turned and looked at him.
"Alright now Peter, when we get home I want you to go straight to
your room and get ready for bed!"
"But auntie...." Peter cried in surprise.
"But what Peter, I warned you I would punish you if you ever
"But I got an A+ on my math test!!!"
"Yes you did Peter, and I'm very, very proud of you for that. But
that just proved that you’ve been
purposely goofing off to Jenny and me. We know what you’ve been up to Peter, trying to annoy Jenny.Trying to make her angry with you has got to
be the silliest thing you’ve ever
done Peterand for the life of me I
cant think of a better reason for a spanking than that!"
Peter couldn’t believe what he had
just heard; she was actually going to spank him and as the drove home in
silence he began to struggle emotionally with the reality of the
They pulled into their driveway and auntie stopped the car.
"Alright, young man I want you to go straight upstairs to you room and get
ready for bed. I want you in your pyjamas standing with your nose in the
corner. While you're there, I want you to think very hard about why I'm going
to punish you. Is that clear? "
Peter thought it was felt silly having to put his pyjamas on so early
but he felt even sillier when he went and stood with his face in the corner. It
wasn't fair, he got an A+ and he was still going too punished. If only he
hadn't played games with Ms. Callaghan. What right did she have to gossip with
his auntie anyway…Ms Callaghan… all of a sudden he recalled that smirk he had
seen on her face and that remark she made. Oh may god… She knew I was in for a spanking…I wonder what else she knows about me?Glancing down at his tented pyjama pants
that covered his throbbing cock, Peter’s face
blushed bright red, is it possible they know I’ve fantasised about them spanking me?No
they can’t know how could they? I’m just being paranoid…
Eventually heard his Aunt's footsteps on the stairs and immediately
attempted to conceal his obvious excitement. He pushed his nose into the corner
and closing his eyes he wished he could turn back the clock a couple of months
and start over.
She came into the room and he could hear her behind him moving the chair
away from his desk and into the middle of the room.
"Alright Peter, come over here to me, please"
Peter’s condition was
immediately obvious and one that both Jenny and she had figured out was the
only logical answer to Peter’s
problem. And just as they had discussed auntie ignored it completely.
Peter walked over to the chair where his auntie was now sitting and
couldn’t help but noticed the
hairbrush she had sitting on her lap.
"Did you think about why you're being punished tonight Peter?"
"' I didn't study?"
"Is that all you could come up with, young man? You obviously need
to spend a lot more time in the corner thinking about it!"
"No, auntie" Peter mumbled.
"'Cause…I guess...if I got A’s all the time Ms. Callaghan wouldn't have said
"That's right Peter. You had a job to do, and you didn't do it!
Isn't that right?"
Peter nodded staring at the carpet.
If you had done your job correctly Jenny wouldn’t have had to waste time trying to figure out
what was going on in that silly little head of yours.
"We both have a job to do Peter and now I’m going to have to do my job and you know what
that means don’t you young man?
Peter silently nodded his head.
"I asked you a question young man and I expect to hear an answer!!!
Now what happens when YOU don't do your job?"
"I get spanked? Peter whispered.
"That's right...and that exactly what's going to happen RIGHT NOW!
“I’ll have those pyjama pants down thank you"
Without hesitation, she yanked his pyjamas down halfway to his knees and
as she did there was no denying Jenny Callaghan’s suspicion; this is exactly what he had been
Taking a firm clasp of his forearm and helped him shuffle over her lap.
Now armed with her old wooden hairbrush she laid its cool flat back across the
centre of his bare bottom.
"I'm sorry I have to do this Peter, but you've had this coming for a long time!" With that she raised the hairbrush and smacked it smartly against his right cheek. Peter squealed out at the first
smack and conti
nued to cry out as his auntie smacked away at his wriggling
bottom. She spanked both rhythmically and methodically, covering every
millimetre. She didn't say anything for a minute or two
and all that could be heard throughout every room in the house was the loud
unmistakable crack of that hairbrush and Peter’s crying out.
His bottom was in agony; he had begun crying and begging for her to stop
after the first few smacks. But his auntie dutifully ignored him and continued
on, delivering some real stingers.
"Yes Peter, (WHAP) I'm sure you will be a good boy for a little
while (WHAP), but I’ll be repeating this
whenever you misbehave (WHAP). Jennifer and I are going to make sure (WHAP you
remember to be more honest and diligent from now on (WHAP)."
After about thirty old fashioned wallops, she began to lecture him,
punctuating each sentence with another smack of her hairbrush.
“There will be no more
late nights out (WHAP).
You’ll come directly home
after class and put on your pyjamas, do you hear me? (WHAP)
Your bedtime will be 7.00 every single night from now on! (WHAP).
And I had better not have to remind you or you'll be right back here
with your pyjama pants down and crying you naughty little eyes out (WHAP). Is
"And while you are so attentive, the next time you want your bottom
spanked, I want you to talk to me about it before it gets out of hand (WHAP),
(WHAP).Do you understand me young man?
(WHAP). "Awww...yessss...ma....am" Peter cry out uncontrollably with
real tears now dripping onto the carpet.
In less than one minute of sound spanking, Peter’s auntie knew her young charge had had about as
much as he had ever dreamed of. His bottom was well and truly spanked and he
was crying his heart out.
"Alright, Peter...it's alright" she soothed, as she rubbed his
She waited for his crying to subside a little before she spoke again.
"Okay Peter, lets see if you learned anything during this
Peter tried desperately to quiet his cries and pay attention.
“Are you going to stop pretending you don’t know the answers and contribute with some real
effort in class?"
"Yes auntie...I will...I promise"
"And what will you do about your homework”?
"I'll do it...every night
auntie...I promise...and I'll show it to you. Every night, I promise”
"That's good Peter! And you’ll stop trying to make Jenny annoyed with you?
Yes I’ll stop… I promise I’ll stop…
And what are you going to do when you need a spanking Peter??"
"I'll come and talk to you auntie...I tell you everything Peter
"That's my good boy Peter, I need you to trust me and tell me
everything sweetheart.A pyjama
spanking over my knee every night would be lovely. If you had only confided in
me Peter we could have avoided this upset.”
“I’m soooorrrry auntie”
I think you've learned your lesson for this evening and with that she
dropped the hairbrush on the floor and lifted him onto her lap. Even though he
was a teenager, he wasn’t too
big for her to hold and rock him as if he was still a little boy. As he let go
his tears of relief against her shoulder she whispered words of comfort and
love into his ear. Finally, when he had cried himself out…she told him his spanking was over but now she
was going to be put to bed.
She smiled when she saw him wincing and rubbing his now very red bottom.
Tucking him in, she sat back down beside him and he gently wiped away the tears
that still clung to his cheeks.
“Peter it’s not so unusual for any man to need the
occasional spanking from a female authority figure. It helps to take away all
that guilt and horrid stress. I do understand why you couldn’t bring yourself to tell me; thank goodness
Jenny was able to figure out what was bothering you. Still it was disappointing
your first spanking had to be a punishment one.
Peter glanced up and even though auntie had just finished walloping his
bottom rather hard she could see the questionable look come across his face.
“If I get nothing but good
reports from Jenny, I’ll
reward you with more spankings”.
“Will they be as hard as
this one” Peter asked timidly?
“Will they need to be”?
“Yes ma’am, I think so”?
“What else do you need
from me sweetheart”?
“Would you please cane me
whenever I misbehave”?
“Are you sure you’ll need the cane Peter”?
“Yes ma’am, 6 of the best and sometimes a bedtime
strapping with a belt and lots of corner time and early bedtimes every night
“Yes Dear, I think we can
She and watched as Peters face suddenly relaxed and took on the angelic
look of little boy who had just been cried away all his secret naughtiness.
Bending down she kissed him goodnight before closing his bedroom door
and leaving him alone with his thoughts and smarting bottom.
Within seconds of the door closing Peters hand became very busy.
The following morning Peter slipped a note onto Ms Callaghan’s desk and watched her read it. She smiled what
he now understood to be one of thoughts knowing sort of smiles.
I’m sorry Ms Callaghan. I guess it’s true after all; a high IQ can make you smart,