Behind the Cupboard Door…
By Lance Miller.
Every evening auntie would have Brian’s bath run and his pyjamas laid out on the bed waiting his timely arrival. He knew better than to stop off or waste time getting home as auntie would worry and to come home late without a very good reason would make auntie very cross indeed. This particular evening was like any other and upon arriving home auntie dutifully directed Brian to his waiting bath. One would think with this being so repetitive auntie wouldn’t need to be so instructive but I guess boys will be boys and they do appear to have a natural aversion to taking baths. After checking to ensure he had in fact cleaned himself properly she dried him off with her large fluffy towels and put him into his warm blue and white striped winter pyjamas. She had barely done up his buttons when he turned and hurried off to play in the lounge. Smirking to herself she picked up the towels and placed them in the laundry humpier. Retuning to the kitchen she finished preparing dinner, all the while keeping an eye on her little boy as he played on unsuspecting.
With dinner over Brian was quick to get down from the table and return to the lounge. He was soon spiralled out on the carpet playing with his Lego whilst he watched television, however auntie soon following him into the lounge and she had other ideas.
"Its beddy byes time for you my dear ".
What, but its way too early, it’s hardly even 5.30 auntie?
He wasn’t at all tired and wanted to watch one of his favourite programs.
"I’m well aware of the time and I’m also well aware we need to take care of a little issue you had with some very poor decision making this morning ".
She was right of cause, but Brian had hoped she would remain unaware his little failing and thumping his fists down on the carpet he mumbled his contempt.
No auntie, please no he begged while he ever so reluctantly got to his feet.
"Up stairs and have my slipper out ready for me please ".
“Oh no, please auntie, not the slipper”.
Auntie put two fingers across his lips. "Hush, now get yourself upstairs please. I better see my slipper out on the bed and you facing the naughty corner when I come up my dear."
"Yes, auntie", Brian answered dejectedly.
"Thank you. Now off you go please". I'll be up in half an hour or so to take care of you and tuck you into bed. While you're waiting for me you might give some thought as to why I need to punish you"
"Yes, auntie", said Brian stamping his feet on the carpet as he left.
Ever so reluctantly he did as he was told and taking one of auntie’s slippers out of the wardrobe he placed it on the bed. With a longing sigh he took a wishful gaze out the window before placing himself in the corner. Corner time was always made worse when he could still hear his television program and the distant sounds of the kids next door still playing in there bark yard. However knowing he would soon be on the receiving end of one of aunties early bedtime wallopings helped him to do some real sole searching.
Brian was just a toddler when his father was killed and during those impressionable years it seemed as if he was in constant rebellion against his mother's authority. What was missing was his father’s belt but even though he tried her patience, Brian's mother hardly even raised her voice and never once did she ever consider warming his naughty little bottom. When he pushed her too far, she would simply confine to his bedroom until he had settled down and showed some sign of behaving himself. He knew how his mother expected him to behave and he also knew just how far he could push her before he ended up in his room. Having heard stories from his friends, he resented her and often wished she could be a little more like other mothers. He would sometimes play up just to push her until she reached her tether in the hope she might one day be like every other mommy he’d heard of and give him a smack. He felt left out and wished he could join in with his friends and tell stories of how he went over the end of his bed and had his pyjamas bottoms pulled down too. But his mommy wasn’t like the others in his street; she never hung a belt behind the cupboard door, the way all his friends parents’ did. It just never happened; he never once got a single smack, let alone one of those bedtime strapping’s his friends appeared to bet earning fairly regularly. More often than not, someone in his little group of friends would have the telltale marks of resent bedtime belting. All those stories supported with the blotches and strips did nothing but prove Brian’s heart breaking theory, his mother just didn’t love him enough.
A sound from downstairs brought Brian's child hood memories back to the slipper now waiting on the bed behind him. For reasons unknown to Brian, auntie preferred to use a slipper rather than a belt. Only last week she had reason to use one on his bare bottom for the very first time. Brian vividly remembered just how his bottom continued to sting for several minutes after she had put him to bed. He hated waiting and wondered if it would be like it was last time. Would he be grounded tomorrow? Perhaps she might smack a little harder this time? Why that silly slipper anyway? Why can’t auntie use a belt like other aunties do? Why can’t I get a good bedtime strapping, like my on line friends get.
His corner time dragged on ever so slowly but finally he heard the sound of aunties imminent arrival as she came up the stairs and into the bedroom. He understood the corner time rules only to well, so he didn’t turn around. He knew she would want to ensure he was standing there facing the corner nice and quietly, like all naughty little boys should.
Auntie took her responsibilities very seriously and smiling to herself she took some pleasure from being the disciplinarian that this naughty little boy so obviously needed.
"Have you been thinking about why I need to punish you, she asked as she closed the bedroom curtains and turned on the light.”?
"Yes, auntie"
"Good. So you understand why you’re getting my slipper and a early bedtime then?
"Yes auntie", Brian answered softly.
All right then, you may come out of the corner now please dear.
Auntie was sitting on the side of the bed and smiled sympathetically when Brian turned around and stood before her with his head bowed.
"Pull down your pyjamas bottoms and get over my lap please, honey", auntie said, picking up her slipper.
"Can't I keep them up please, Brian begged? It will sting just as much."
"Oh honey stop being silly, naughty little boys have to be spanked on the bare bottom. How can I tell if I’m doing a proper job if she can’t see how red your bottoms getting? We spoke about this last week, didn’t we Brian?
Yes auntie, I guess so.
It was all to obvious why Brian was being silly, he was excited; his pyjamas tenting out in front left little to the imagination and Auntie discreetly turned away until he had pulled his pyjama bottoms down to the middle of his thighs and had lowered himself across her waiting lap. She knew this nonsense would disappear the moment he felt her slipper on his bare upturned bottom. In a soft calm voice auntie proceeded to reaffirm why she needed to punish him. As she talked she gave his upturned bottom a reassuring rub and a soft pat every-once-in-a-while. Auntie’s caresses felt good, but her loving voice as soft as it was reminded him why he was over her knee. As auntie continued to softly scold him Brian once again promised to give more consideration to his decision making.
"Do you have anything else you wish to say before we start dear", auntie asked as her little chat come came to an end.
"I'm sorry, auntie", Brian said once more. "I'll show you I can be a good boy, I promise. Please don't spank me too hard."
"I know you'll be a good boy tomorrow honey but I think we both know today’s effort was defiantly worthy of a smacked bottom and an early bedtime, don’t we"
Yes auntie, I guess so.
With her left arm holding him snugly against her body. She brought her slipper down hard across her boy's bare bottom. Even though he knows it’s coming, that first smack still came as a surprise. He tried to be a brave boy and take his spanking in silence. But after the first ten, the sting of each smack seemed to build on the previous one and he was soon gasping as the slipper continued to smack down hard on his exposed bare bottom. After giving Brian some thirty or so smacks she gave him a momentary break so he could catch his breath.
Brian's bottom was already very pink and auntie could feel it warming as she gave it some gentle rubbing."I love you, honey", auntie eventually said, lightly patting his bottom as a sign that his spanking was about to recommence.
"I love you too, auntie", Brian said softly.
"You know we aren’t finished yet, don’t you honey", she said just as she once again took a firm hold and continued on with his spanking. This time, the smacks were considerably harder and eventually the house was again filled Brian’s loud gasps and squealing promises of much improved behaviour. Auntie knew just what was required and continuing on she administered many good hard smacks. Finally the sobs came and Brian once again became the little boy he so desperately needed to be. His breathless crying interspersed with partially formed words promising to be good and begging for an end to this slippering. But auntie continued his bottom warming until he eventually sobbed limply over his loving mommy figures lap,
"OK, honey, you can get up now", I think I’ve smacked you bottom enough for you to have received the message.
Brian could hardly see as tears now filled his eyes and when he got to his feet he did that, I’ve just had a hard spanking dance. Gingerly holding this bottom he danced from foot to foot and sobbed loudly as the horrid sting continued to intensify.
Auntie put down her slipper and upon standing she opened her arms. I do love my little boy so much; auntie softly whispered as she gave him one of her very special after smack bottom cuddles.
Oh auntie, I love you too, Brian sobbed as he enjoyed the security and tenderness of her loving embrace. It was these wonderful moments that Brian desperately needed; auntie was far more than a simple house keeper, she created this very private and special relationship hidden away from all the cruelty and horrors of the outside world. Every body needs someone to be responsible to and she was his authority figure. She alone had the power to absolve him of any wrong doing and cleanse him of his daily stress and guilt. She was his very special auntie.
Eventually she released him and bending down she took hold of his pyjama bottoms and eased them gently up and over his bright red stinging bottom.
Naughty boys with smacked bottoms need early bed times, don’t they my darling.
Yes auntie, Brian whimpered softly as auntie pulled back the bedding.
Sitting on the side of the bed auntie kissed him on the cheek and warned him to stay in bed and go to sleep. Moments later he was alone in his semi darkened bedroom, his sore bottom reminding him of how naughty he had been and how he needed to make amends.
The following day Brian Looked down at the convicted man now standing before and told him to stop blaming bad parenting for his despicable crimes.
“There are no excuses for treating any women so badly, 10 years with a non parole period of 8 years. Take him away”.
I think auntie will be much happier with me today, after my bath and I’ve my pyjamas on I should get lots of play time thought Judge Brian Onslow. As he sat in his court room presiding over the fates of so many he often watched the minute hand on the clock slowly ticking his life away wondered if his auntie’s justice might ever require her bend him over the end of his bed and pull down his pyjama bottoms. Might she ever administer the old fashioned early bedtime strapping’s he so desperately needed?
Will she ever hang a belt behind the cupboard door the way other aunties do?
Lance.
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