Byron Leicester had a difficult time visiting his strange Aunt Galena Twysel.
Auntie Gal was actually only about sixty-three years old and damned good looking for that.
The doctors said she had early Alzheimer's, though this mystified Byron as his aunt still lived in her own house, did her gardening and shopping.
"But don't upset her or offend her" his mother advised.
"She will leave you money if you're nice to her...not that this should be a motivation, dear."
Aunt Galena had severe black hair that was tied back in a bun, and really good curves...her boobs were always quite well displayed in old fashioned dresses...
Yes, and Byron was fond of her, but it seemed that she'd never forgotten that she'd looked after him as an 19 year old, and this was troubling.
Byron had lived with Auntie full time as an undergraduate at Buttermilk State U., and he'd enjoyed staying in her house by the beach.
As a teenager, he'd had the benefits of her liberal gifts of spending money, and the use of her refurbished MG convertible.
But Aunt Galena had been unusually strict.
Although Byron had been given plenty of money, which he had blown on the Buttermilk Falls townie girls in late night beach parties with beer kegs, pot, cocaine, and other party favors, he couldn't enjoy it after eleven-thirty at night.
Yes, for then Aunt Galena had demanded that he come home.
By the time Byron was a 21 year old college junior, it had been a bit embarrassing—and he had tried staying out 'til one in the morning, but Aunt Galena had had a most unpleasant surprise for him.
"Did I not tell you to be home by eleven-thirty, Byron?" Aunt Galena c had confronted Byron at the door of her little cottage.
"Is it not enough that you don't have to work a summer job, you just laze about, I have the one request that you come in early enough so I can get to sleep without worrying?"
"Really, Aunt Galena, my parents don't mind if I stay out late, they say I'm too old for a curfew—"
But Byron's excuse had been interrupted as Aunt Galena had grabbed him by the arm and had twisted it behind him.
Auntie began dragging poor Byron to the living room, where the razor strop that was usually on the kitchen wall, on a nail, was now lying on the couch.
"I am most displeased with you, Byron. Take down your pants."
Aunt Galena had been wearing a snug white sundress and her hair was tied back, and she picked up the razor strop and swung it.
Byron had been appalled.
His folks had raised him using "time outs".
But when he had attempted to remonstrate with her, Aunt Galena had reached over and fumbled with Byron's Bermuda shorts, pulling them down, along with underpants.
She had surprising strength, and although Byron had resisted, Aunt Galena had pulled him over her knee, looping the razor strop in her palm.
And the strop came down viciously on poor Byron's bare bottom!
Finally, Aunt Galena had pushed the now blubbering Byron off her lap and he'd lie on the floor, sobbing an dazed, as she'd arisen and gone off to bed.
Thinking about it now, Byron realized that if Aunt Galena was sixty-three, and he was now twenty-four...
Then she'd been only in her late fifties then...and quite muscular.
But Byron had not been able to keep to the curfew.
His best beach pal, a waster called Willy Skegness, had found some girls to party with, but they lived a ways away, and Byron and Skeg began visiting them, and partying hard.
Byron had begun coming home at two o'clock in the morning, several nights a week.
Aunt Galena often was asleep when Byron got in, and she didn't ask questions about his return time the next morning.
He just had to hope that she'd forgotten about this nonsense.
And then one night, when he and Skeg had gotten very drunk, Byron had stumbled in the door, and opened his eyes, and there had been Aunt Galena, wearing a flimsy negligee...
Yes, rather indecent for an old lady!
But she had had some nice tits, boy.
They were just pokin' out there. Byron had felt Aunt Galena's long red nails bite around his left ear, dragging him up off the floor.
And, as he was only about half awake, with the ether-istic qualities of nine Budweisers and two Long Island Iced Teas, he was unable to fight back as Aunt Galena had undressed him and thrown him into the shower, turning the icy water onto Byron's head...and he sobered up fast!
The next thing Byron had known, he had been tossed across Aunt Galena's bed, and he felt his aunt using clothesline to tie his hands behind his back.
And then his ankles were being tied, too.
Jesus what was going on here?
Byron had looked up at Aunt Galena, whose high breasts were nearly poking out of her see-through nightie.
Oh, Jesus, she's going to get the razor strop.
When Byron had told his dad about the last whipping, Dad had just wondered aloud whether Aunt Galena's swinging arm was as vigorous at fifty-six as it had been when Silas had had the benefit of it when Galena'd been thirty-six.
Byron had actually pleaded to go home during that call, but his parents were in Moldavia, on some sort of fact-finding mission for the World Health Organization.
Yes, and they'd known their son too well to let him just move into the house by himself.
Byron had once fallen asleep while smoking pot and burned down the upper floor of their Manhattan brownstone during a spring break when his folks had been in Lusaka, Africa, and that wouldn't be happening again.
Byron was learning the hard way that it didn't pay to be an eternal fuck-up.
WHACK! Byron's reverie had been rudely interrupted by the razor strop slashing the tender underside of his buttocks, where the thighs and rear end met. Byron screamed, and Aunt Galena laughed.
"You howl like a little girl, Byron" she had said.
"I should call you Janie."
WHACK! The strop had come down right across the middle of Byron's cheeks, and he'd burst into tears, biting the pillow.
He really didn't want to give Aunt Galena the satisfaction of making him cry again, but it looked pretty bad for him.
The next night, Skeg was trying to convince Byron to stay out later.
Byron of course didn't want to tell Skeg or any of their other friends what had happened the night before. It was already twelve-thirty, and he knew that he was booked for trouble.
"Come on, Byron." smiled Misty, a perky chestnut haired teenybopper, pleaded. "It won't be any fun without you."
Byron had been vaguely aware that part of the "fun" was his willingness to spend money on drugs and alcohol—
Byron's parents had endowed him a "drawing account" and Aunt Galena was quite generous.
Did he want to be used, and then thrashed at home?
But hey, he did like Misty, and her friend Jonquil a lot.
"Yeah, okay, let's go to the dunes and have a party." Byron had said, and they'd gone off.
But as they were walking on the beach, he'd heard a familiar voice.
"A party, Byron? At this obscene hour?"
Byron's heart had fallen into his stomach, and he'd turned around... and yes, it was Aunt Galena.
How she could walk in her six inch heels in the beach sand like this was an absolute mystery, but she was approaching at quite a rate.
"There's the crazy old chick who lives in the rich cottages" muttered little blond Jonquil, and Misty had shushed her, thumbing a pink nail at the absolutely horrified Byron.
Skeg, mildly aware of Aunt Galena's moods, was edging off...
Or actually, well aware.
For Skeg had been a recipient of Aunt Galena's tutoring sessions.
She tutored remedial college students as a way to supplement the retirement benefits of her late husband.
Skeg, who used the learning-disabled label to coast along with D's, had been forced onto the Honor Roll by Aunt Galena...
"William, you really have done none of the homework I assigned you to gain parity in your French and Geometry classes."
Yes, and then she'd pulled out the very cane she was now brandishing at his bud Byron!
"Like, what the fuck's wrong with you, you old bitch?" Skeg had protested, but he'd found himself naked and bound to Aunt Galena's bed.
Yes, and the cane had come down thirty times on his naked ass, and then she'd spun him over.
"Because I'm concerned about the reading material I found in your book bag dear" And her cane had landed on his cock another ten times...
Yes, and then he'd watched, as she'd burned his "Barely Legal" magazine in her coal stove!
And then she'd returned to the bed...for more punishment.
The 19 year old Skeg had remembered how Aunt Galena had sat down on the bed after his cock-lashing and she'd taken his cock and balls in her fingers.
"My son, Archer had a problem with dirty pictures. I regret to say I caught him once with the young men's underwear advertisements in the Sears Roebuck catalogue...when he was 20...back in 1969."
What a sick little fuck was he, Skeg had thought, and he'd tried to wriggle loose, but Aunt Galena had really secured him well.
He had noted that her rack was like, poking out of her pink satin top, oh man.
"William Skegness, I understand that you have impure desires, and they confuse you." Aunt Galena had then said.
"But I think I can cleanse you."
Aunt Galena had taken out a spray can of something or other and she'd sprayed this stinging shit on Skeg's cock and balls and he'd begun screaming bloody murder.
PUNCH! Aunt Galena's delicate little fist landed on Skeg's testicles, and he sagged, almost passing out.
And then she'd begun masturbating him again, with her sad, wicked smile.
"Why are you so focused on women's body parts?" Aunt Galena had asked.
"Do my poking breasts arouse you to impure thoughts, William Skegness? To impure acts?
Don't you know that's against God's law?" WHACK! The cane had come down again, right across Skeg's cock and balls.
Yeah, nearly knocking his junk off his body, man.
And then, as Skeg watched in horrified fascination, Aunt Galena had tied a tight string around his cock and balls.
Yes, and pulled them violently until his hips were hanging up in the air.
As she lifted with one hand, she brought the cane down with the other. WHACK! CRACK! SMACK! Amazingly, she had the muscle and balance to suspend Skeg and cane his nuts and wiener with total ease.
By the time Skeg got out of Aunt Galena's house, he was really convinced that she needed to be in an asylum, and his cock and balls needed the services of the Emergency Room.
But, as Skeg had driven home that night, he'd decided that he could just sleep it off...but wow.
Byron had quailed when Aunt Galena approached him.
In front of his friends, at the beach!
"You have disobeyed curfew yet again, Byron, and I don't think you're going to go to that party, dear."
Aunt Galena had walked right up to Byron, whose eyes bugged out at her in the moonlight.
