I had not seen my Aunty Alice for the three years I had been at university in America. She had been an important part of all my life. She is 17 years older than me keeping herself super fit playing a number of sports to a high level. AA as I always called her looked vibrant and with her sparkling eyes as always.
"My god you are a young woman, where did the little girl I used to know go?"
"I am 21 years old not 14. You are looking great for an old girl."
We were sitting in a bar not so far from AA's home. We talked through what had been happening in our lives over the last three years. I asked about her love life, meaning of course her sex life. She said there had been a few short-lived relationships but she had not found the right one for her. As the evening went on and the drink disappeared we relaxed and shared very personal experiences. She said that she had dated both men and women but did not find the sexual side satisfying. She asked me about my sex life and I said that I had had four or five relationships that were more than just sex. All were with males around my own age. I admitted that I loved good sex and orgasms came reasonably easily to me.
I could see the look in her eyes that said that she did not have the same experience. She was hesitant but seemed to want to unload things that were obviously troubling her. She said that I was her little niece and she could not share her darkest secrets with me. We talked on and we drank on. I am not sure whether I convinced her or she convinced herself but soon she was in a sharing mood. It was when she asked me if I had ever been caned or whipped that things really hotted up. I said one boyfriend had spanked me before sex and it was very arousing. I asked about her experiences.
I thought for a moment that she would clam up but quite the opposite. She said she had never told anybody about the time that the gym mistress had found her masturbating. She had been given options but decided to take the punishment. She had even had to choose between the cane and a many-stranded whip. Miss Brett had obviously set out to both humiliate her and break her spirit. She had been stripped naked and draped across the horse while holding the far legs.
AA then described the beating she had taken. Miss Brett had reveled in how aroused the 18 year old had become. She tormented her and inflicted great pain on the young bottom. AA recalled the events in great detail and said that she had remembered the events almost every day. What she said next shocked me. She said that twice she had persuaded partners to try and recreate the events of that day. On both occasions the partners, one male and one female, had not been able to inflict the level of pain that AA had pleaded for. These failed attempts had only left her more confused frustrated and desperate to understand her sexuality better. When she finished telling me she looked very embarrassed. I comforted her as she looked close to tears.
"I would love to help you AA what can I do?"
"No I could not ask you it is far too much and you are my little niece. I love you too much."
"I love you more than anyone I know. Are you suggesting what I think you are? If you are let's talk again when you have had less to drink."
The next day AA wanted me to forget the drunken talk of the night before. I was having none of it and said that she clearly needed to resolve the issues she had with the punishment. I convinced her that she needed to relive the events with a few slight changes. I demanded to know as much detail about Miss Brett such as what she was wearing. Clearly the whip used had been important so I asked about it. She said that is very simple I tracked one down years ago I will show you. I talked her through her fears and said that I would set everything up for two days later.
The whole thing had to be as close to the original as possible. It took lots of planning but at the agreed time I stormed into AA's bedroom to discover her with her knickers round her knees and her hand playing with a very wet pussy. I had dressed in a tracksuit of the right colour and style for the period and the glasses were as she had described them. I gave the options she had been given 20 years earlier and a tearful girl accepted the flogging.
Walking her into the dining room she was stunned to see it set up with a gym horse in the middle. I referred to AA as Jennings and called her the names she had recollected. I ordered her to take the position over the horse before lecturing her about her behavior. Flicking her schoolgirl skirt up her back I was shocked by the state of her knickers. Having been pulled up they were slightly wedged between her bottom and pussy but they were wetter than I could believe. It should not have therefore surprised me that even from two paces away I could also smell her arousal.
I had gone to all this trouble purely to help AA. I was now completely into it. Seeing her taut beautiful bottom waiting to be whipped and her hopelessly aroused body shocked and aroused me. I had looked after the whip over the last two days and had practiced swinging it. Now I applied it none to gently on her peachy bottom. The knickers were doing nothing to protect her but after six firm blows I made a big show of removing them. I acted disgusted at the state of her pussy as well as her panties. As I pulled them from there wedged position the natural lubrication clung onto her panties.
As planned I stood her up, ordered her to strip naked and presented the soaked panties inches from her face. She acted nervous as she stripped and humiliated as I slowly rubbed her panties all around her face. I then held them in front of my nose and drew a deep breath while trying to give my most distainful look into Jennings' eyes. Naked I repositioned her over the horse so that she was straddling the length rather than across it. I now secured both her hands and her ankles to the four legs.
I called her all the horrible names that I knew I had to. I knew they were designed to humiliate her and degrade her. Now I had to start a beating that would hurt AA or as I was now seeing her Jennings. The flogger was not that heavy and I knew I would have to swing it hard to get the effect that Jennings now needed. It made a pleasing crisp noise each time it cracked into her bottom. Her bottom started to color up immediately but the skin was not broken.
Each crack was matched by a moan from Jennings. After six I stopped to survey the results. Her pussy was stretched around the horse, red and swollen.
"Please don't hit me any more it hurts so much."
