This story involves some bodily functions so if that bothers you, don't proceed any further. Everyone is over 18 years of age. It helps if you read the earlier chapters, but it is not essential to enjoying the story.
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Aunt Kay called me to arrange for her to come see me as I had been advised by the e-mail from Uncle Lee. I'd accepted her request for disciplining, confirmed by his notes, that she had been doing a bad job at her responsibilities in their household. It was not just a matter of keeping the place clean, which she wasn't so good at, but she had messed up on some financial matters.
When she first came to see me, I was a little reluctant to take this on. First of all, I had to keep it secret from Kay's sister, my Mom. Second, I was all of 21 and she was about 10 years older. It did seem strange for me to be disciplining my aunt, however young and sloppy she might be. But I took the task on and found I enjoyed getting the chance to spank her.
Kay has a slight build, with a petite figure, small breasts and a cute shaved pussy and nice rounded bottom. I also discovered that she did not wipe herself well so I supervised and wiped her in the bathroom as well. If she found this horribly embarrassing, she didn't seem to show much feeling except that she didn't want my Mom to know about it.
This bothered me and even though my Mom doesn't bother me much, I wasn't comfortable with any kind of sneaking around. So I decided to talk to her. I sat down over tea and carefully explained how my aunt and uncle had approached me.
Mom smiled and said, "This was bound to happen. Kay has never really matured properly. I'm just surprised that it was you they selected to do something with her."
I told her I hoped she wouldn't mind if I kept at this and she laughed, "Better you than me, darling! I gave up on doing anything to straighten Kay out ages ago! Please go ahead and you have my blessing and I won't say anything to anyone."
Aunt Kay arrived quietly a couple of afternoons later, and I had managed to leave work a little early to be ready for her. I decided to dress up, a bit severely, so I could start looking more dominant. I even put my hair up in a nice bun.
Kay came as usual to the wing of the house my brother Rob and I shared, rather than encounter my mother in the main entrance to the house. Rob had indicated that he would enjoy being present for the next disciplinary session. But when Kay arrived, he was nowhere to be seen.
She was wearing a nice set of separates. Grey skirt and bright blue blouse. She has auburn hair and it was in a ponytail so she looked very cute. I doubt anyone would have guessed she's a decade older than I am.
"All right, Kay," I began. "You probably know why you're here. It seems that my disciplining has not had much impact on the way you behave at home. So we shall have to impose some steps with...more impact."
"Lift your skirt," I gave her the starting command.
She responded without any backtalk. She flipped up her grey skirt and there were white panties and a matching garter belt and sheer hose on display. I did like it that she bothered to dress for me.
I guided her over my lap, picked up my little graphite rod, and began to snap it on her pantied bottom. Her white panties were cut quite high and left much of her bottom uncovered. Soon I still decided to have them down and I liked snapping the rod, which was eliciting small cries from Kay on each snap, on her cute little bottom cheeks.
I also enjoyed staring down between her legs as I prodded her to keep her legs open. Now I reached down and ran my fingertip right up her furrow and touched her hard little button in front and let my finger go right into her sopping vaginal opening. She was definitely wet.
After her bottom was nicely striped from the rod, I started questioning her.
"I'm not having you back here again and again so you can get your jollies from being disciplined," I told her. "For some reason, you seem to resist changing the way you interact with your husband and I mean to get to the bottom of this conflict."
I gave her two strong spanks on each cheek. "Tell me the truth, Kay," I said, "I think you like being treated like a little girl here and being embarrassed. I plan to make things both embarrassing and painful and you may not like what happens. The more thought I've been giving this, I think there's a basic problem in your relationship with your husband. We may have to have him here, as well as others, including my brother, and yes, my mother."
Kay started protesting. "Please don't let my sister know about this," she pleaded. "You don't know that she was given authority over me by our mother and she would discipline me when we were growing up. She's the one who got me into this."
"What about your husband?" I asked.
"He's a perfect gentleman," Kay answered in a sweeter tone, "and you know already that he will not strike me. But he does not excite me in bed and I don't know what can be done about that."
"Are you sure he's the problem?" I followed up. "Maybe you're the one with the light libido?"
I pointed to the closet where I had hung up a schoolgirl outfit for Kay to wear when being punished.
"Put on that outfit," I pointed to the closet rail. "First the little white tight panties and the training bra. It won't even hurt too much because you have a petite frame and small tits. Then the white blouse and the plaid skirt. I'll put some ribbons in your hair."
Soon Kay looked about half her age, and a perfectly-attired parochial school girl. I took her back over my lap and pushed her little skirt up and started spanking her over her tight little panties. She was looking like a schoolgirl but she was a schoolgirl with a cameltoe that pushed out of the tight panties.
I heard Rob arrive in his adjoining bedroom and buzzed him on his phone and told him to come in.
