I went home to make sure my mum's old house was all tidy, as it was due to be sold, and I wanted it to be clean, so this could be done quickly. I had grown up at this house with my parents. It was a quiet cul-de-sac where everybody knew everybody and everything, it seems. (I had a good childhood, and, like many who grew up in the seventies, I was spanked at home, mainly by my Mum, or my Auntie when I stayed at hers, or my Dad or Uncle if I was very naughty.)
My parents had both passed away now. I was just thirty, single and just enjoying life really. I hadn't thought much about spanking or things like that until I came home and found a few items that brought back memories, including an old size twelve slipper that I was thoughtfully turning in my hand.
"Hello, anybody in there?" a voice called out.
"In here," I replied, shaking myself out of memory lane.
"Hello, Dean." It was my mum's neighbour, Mary. She had lived next door to us since I was very very small. She was in her late fifties I guess, maybe even sixty, but she always looked proper, in a summer dress, with her hair tied up neatly in a bun.
"Hello, Mary." I smiled wide and gave her a hug. I'd always liked her.
"Clearing the last bits I see," she said as she glanced at a few things on the table, and the slipper in my hand.
I almost blushed and placed it on the table with the other bits and bobs.
"Yes, all cleared now, just taking these away," I replied.
Mary walked to the table and glanced at the few items left there, she looked a little sad, but life is life and we all have to move forward.
"Would you like a cool drink?" she asked. "I made some fresh lemonade if you wish for some?"
"That would be great." I said, gathering up the last bits in a box and following Mary out of the door.
The lemonade Mary made was amazing, and I recalled having drunk loads of it as a kid. She offered me a glass, which I took and almost downed in one gulp.
"Where are your manners Dean!" she chided, knowing that growing up I'd been taught to be polite and courteous to Mary and John, who were like second parents to me.
"Sorry Mary" I said, looking down, like I did when I was scolded as a child.
"Well I guess you were thirsty, and it's a hot day, but always remember manners Dean. Your mum would not have been impressed. She may have even used that slipper you have."
Now I did blush, and deeply too.
"Oh it's ok Dean, we know your mum used to spank you. The walls are not so thick. Besides, she often told us, and we were fully in agreement that naughty boys should be spanked."
Now, this was the first time as an adult I had really thought about spanking, and I was in turmoil, my stomach was flipping, and I was lost for anything to say, and strangely my cock was waking up.
"Hi there young Dean" it was Uncle John, and I quickly focused again, hoping my discomfort wasn't too obvious.
"Hello Uncle John." I had always called them Auntie and Uncle, but felt a little strange now.
"Ahh lemonade, perfect, I was trimming the old tree out back, thirsty work"
Mary handed uncle a glass "Thank you dear."
"See Dean, even Uncle John thanks me properly." she smiled.
