The Stern Aunt Ep 02 Sandra

Since English is not my native language, I ask for a little understanding if not every expression or punctuation mark is correct.

Again, a big thank you to kenjisato for his fine and very helpful editing.

This is the second part of a new series. Preferable to read part 1 first for better understanding.

Comments are welcome.

The stern 'Aunt' - Episode 2 - Sandra

The next afternoon at four o'clock.

The doorbell rings at Mona's door. She opens it; David stands in front of her.

"So, my friend, let's continue with your education. And immediately!"

Still in the hallway, she pulls down his pants and underpants without further ado. Then she drags him by the hair into the living room.

She pushes one hip forward, pulls him over it so that he is bent over, holds him around his waist with a strong grip, and already you can hear -- clap, clap, clap -- how she works the naked, outstretched ass with a volley of juicy blows and causes a conflagration there.

Now Sandra enters the room, as agreed. She acts as if the noises have made her curious. She pretends to be amazed. "Your door was open a crack, and I heard these noises, I was surprised, and wanted to have a look."

David remarks, "Who is this? What is she doing here? She shouldn't see me like this."

"Oh, that's just my neighbor and friend, Sandra."

"Yes, tell me, what's going on? Why are you spanking the poor fellow?" Sandra looks in amazement at the exposed ass, which is already a little red due to the rough treatment.

Mona does not stop with the blows. "He was disrespectful to his mother the other day. slash! So I have to discipline him. slash! Are you interested in his chastisement?" slash!

"Disrespectful, that's impossible. Then the punishment is more than appropriate. Yes, I would very much like to see how you teach him manners."

To which David replies, "Oh, no, please, Aunt Mona, don't allow that. It would be terribly embarrassing for me. She shall not see when you beat me. This matter concerns only us." David is frustrated, with a third person present, his fantasy would probably not be fulfilled.

"Oh, no, my dear. Sandra and I have no secrets from each other. Your bad behavior and the punishment for it should be quietly confessed to your shame. I would like to redden your ass in front of all my friends -- or even better on the street -- for all people to see.

"That's why Sandra's presence is just right for me. She should be a witness to your discipline. She should see your ass turn red and redder and she should hear your whining. This is only conducive to your sustainable upbringing."

And to Sandra, she says, "His chastisement interests you? Then come and watch. It's actually very simple - my hand gives, his ass takes. Clear conditions. Or -- wait a minute -- I have an even better idea. Why should you only be a witness and watch? You could help me by actively participating, yourself, and laying hands on him.

"This will deepen his being upset. Because if I leave him to you, the embarrassment for him will be all the greater. He will always have to think about how humiliating it was for him to simply be passed on to a complete stranger to spank his bare ass.

"Yes, exactly! That's how we do it. I hereby release him to you for punishment. Come, let's share in his upbringing. I know you have experience in this. So, take him over the knee!! Tan him properly!!"

David protests, "No, no, I don't want that at all. It's bad enough when she sees me so humiliated with my butt beaten up. But I don't want to be beaten by a strange woman." He tries to defend himself.

"So, you don't want to... Well, let's see..."

Mona and Sandra look at each other in amusement, then resolutely grab his hair and ears, and force him to lie over Sandra's lap.

(Sandra had taken a seat in the chair provided in the meantime.)

David is now slightly panicked. He knows that he is helplessly at the mercy of the two women, and that they will now take him on as they see fit.

And that's how it happens, of course.

Mona gets serious again. "Two strict disciplinarians will teach you a lesson today, according to all the rules of the art, and you will certainly not forget it so quickly. This will teach you respect. So go ahead, Sandra, you don't have to be squeamish, don't inhibit yourself. He deserves it."

And Sandra likes this "invitation" very much. She gladly accepts it. A young man's bare ass, released for punishment, has literally fallen into her lap like a small lottery win. That turns her on. She will be happy to take advantage of that.

Because when it comes to chastisement of her sons, she is only allowed to be a mother, but with the ass of this pretty, well-built boy over her lap, the whole thing takes on a completely different-- a certain tingling-- erotic aspect for her. She thinks it's very sexy. The woman in her likes that.

If only she were alone with David, he would be really something to feast on... Because, although Sandra is married, she doesn't let anything burn so quickly...

But at least Mona should grab it, despite her misgivings...

She would just give her another hint... She strokes David's ass a few times gently and relishingly. But then she continues the chastisement with vigour.

She reaches around him competently, clutching his stomach tightly with one hand. She wraps one leg around one of his legs, forcing his thighs apart, holding him tightly. She lustfully enjoys the feeling that he is completely at her mercy. Despite (or perhaps because of) his whining, she now polishes his ass to her heart's content, with strong handwriting in her skillful way in this well-fixed position.

Suddenly, she stops. She reaches between his legs. "Hello, what do we have here? I suspected it. Our friend's is stirring, and not too little. Our little David is probably stimulated by spanking? We just have to tighten the pace a bit. Mona, please get a proper wooden spoon from the kitchen."

David, who has actually become horny, is frightened; he wants to jump up, he just wants to get away. But Sandra has seen this coming, she is stronger than she looks, she holds onto him without too much effort.

And there Mona is, again, with the wooden spoon and gives it to Sandra.

She goes to work without hesitation and beats David over and over again with the wooden spoon. The wooden spoon dances cheerfully on his ass cheeks until they are well milled and glow crab-red.

Finally, she regretfully pushes the whining David aside. "Well, Mona, unfortunately, I have to leave now. I just happened to stop in, but have something urgent to do."

This is completely unexpected for Mona; she is horrified, she is dismayed.

The images of David's ass over her hips, David's ass over Sandra's knees, Sandra's hand suspiciously long between David's legs, and then the dance of the wooden spoon on his ass cheeks. All of this had turned her on mightily. Her pussy has become properly wet. If she wore panties, she would certainly have wetted them.

But today, unlike yesterday, she isn't wearing jeans, but a wide-cut dress and no panties underneath. Because it's much too hot today - but is the heat really the only reason? Or was there something else, frivolous, at least subconsciously? Could it be that after what had happened yesterday, she might want to feel something spicy again today, again the tingling downstairs?

Mona almost begs, "Sandra, no, please stay, you can't just leave me alone now. Let's finish it together." She is very insecure. She doesn't want to be alone with David now. Did Sandra, this snake, plan this specifically to embarrass her? She would be able to do it.

But Sandra only says, "Oh no! His ass is already crumbly and well done. Just a little more and he is finally beaten as soft as a diaper. You can also manage this small remainder -- and, hmmm -- probably you love it best when you are alone with him."

She giggles, winks at Mona suggestively and leaves.

Mona doesn't feel comfortable in her skin. David stands, a little dazed, next to the chair. How good that there is little left of his previously clearly visible erection. But at least enough to see that this punishment had a sexual component for David.

And even more so for Sandra, whose fingers repeatedly massaged David's ass rosette between the blows. Who has often scratched his ass, and once has even bitten into it. And whose hand played between David's penis for an unduly long time. And how knowingly and encouragingly, she then winked at her.

As if to say, 'I don't want to disturb you any longer... Go and have fun...' Yes, Sandra had clearly been lustful.

And if Mona is honest, yes, not in the least, she could now clearly feel the wetness between her legs. Sandra had apparently noticed that, too.

Here, it's not a mother who is punishing her child, but the naked ass of an almost full-grown man lying over the lap of a mature woman.

Mona calls herself to order. Sandra is gone now, and she has to get it over with. No matter what Sandra thinks, Mona is going to be pretty cool from now on.

So let's go...

She sits down on the chair and pulls David vehemently over her lap. Perhaps, a little too vehemently because her dress has slid up quite high and exposes her thighs. She freezes.

Because David doesn't come to lie horizontally on her lap; no, he is suddenly almost vertically turned towards her. And, of course, David almost immediately shoves his dick between her naked, fleshy, but firm thighs.

And, of course, his penis regains its size. And although her hand is now working his already very red ass tightly with firm blows, he does not stop voluptuously rubbing his member up and down her bare thighs.

She doesn't see him grinning happily -- it's so horny for him to feel Mona's naked thighs. And maybe his imagination, now that Sandra is gone, will work out after all.

Mona thinks about it. What is she supposed to do? He must not notice under any circumstances that she is not wearing panties, and that she is wet between her legs. She tries to push him a little more sideways again, into a less dangerous position.

But with this movement, exactly what should not have happened, happens-- her legs unintentionally open a little and now it's already too late. Because David instinctively seizes the opportunity. He reacts quickly pushing himself a little further forward and lets his now hard erect member slide higher up her thighs.

'Oh, no, he's about to discover that my pussy is naked and wet, oh no!' Mona thinks, as she tries to keep her distance as much as possible.

But mercilessly his penis slips and rubs and pushes further and further forward.

And there it has already happened. She notices how his glans bumps against her pussy, her pussy, so naughty against her will. She can no longer hide its wetness. It's like an electric shock as his cock touches her bare cunt.

'Oh, no, David's dick on her snail, and it's bare and damp - how embarrassing, how treacherous, what will he think of it?'

(Of course, David thinks the right thing.)

She curses herself for not wearing panties and for making it so easy for him. But she hadn't intended to do such a thing -- or had her subconscious staged the meagre clothing?

Of course, David finds this very, very positive; he just grunts-- he is surprised and pleased.

"Hey, that's awesome... Oh, Aunt Mona, you don't have anything on underneath -- I feel your pussy... hey, you're really wet down there..."

She knows that he now knows that she is pantyless, and that he has also noticed her telltale wetness.

'I'm wet!' she struggles with herself. She can feel his member slipping through her juices. 'Wet and slutty! That can't be! What's wrong with me? That's not me.'

But yes, it is. Her plum is bare and damp, shiny and open. It is clearly fuckable.

She feels how her horny fig and its moisture spurs him on, how his cock swells even further and pushes forward into her cleft. The wetness between her labia makes it easy for him to go deeper. The tip of his horny cock is now only very little away from her creamy opening; now there, he touches her clitoris. He withdraws again, only to plow through her full labia again immediately, his cock reaching her bud again.

And that literally electrifies her. She feels a bit dizzy. She feels herself weakening.

Instead, he becomes more and more cheeky, again and again, he moves his cock back and forth between her thighs. She only half-heartedly defends herself now. She is now almost without will, filled with shame and excitement. The tip of his hard member has now reached the gate of her pleasure grotto. Her legs involuntarily open a little more, as if she wants to make her snail even more accessible to him.

David acknowledges this with increasingly violent jostling, and he actually manages to overcome the slight resistance of the pleasure hole. He rejoices-- he has opened Mona's pussy, his glans is stuck in the horny Monapussy.

He tries to spread her legs even further, now wanting to expose her pussy completely. He senses the chance to mount Mona for good; of course, he now wants to penetrate her cleft deeper. He wants to fuck her unrestrainedly.

Mona is about to surrender. Her naughty pussy tingles and itches like crazy, begging for more.

It is probably only a matter of a few more moments, then David's cock will penetrate deeply into her hot, now open, receptive love cave.

His thorne has found her shell useable and he will take advantage of it and immerse himself completely in it.

She is about to be fucked by him. She's going to get fucked by DAVID!! But then a small remnant of sanity gains the upper hand at the last second. She shies away from the final step.

'No, no, that must not be. Not with little David,' whom she only wants to punish. Not with the son of her best friend Kathi.

In her distress, she grabs the wooden spoon that Sandra had swung so effectively, and thrashes David's ass with it in panic and with full force. He literally howls in pain. She is relieved to see that his penis is rapidly shrinking and retracting.

She now thinks with her head again, and no longer with her stomach or even a little deeper. Mona now acts as if nothing else has happened. Because what must not be, cannot be. That's probably for the best. As if he would only get a well-deserved beating for his misconduct.

To keep up appearances, she gives him a few good blows with the wooden spoon. Then she orders him to get up.

As he stands in front of her, with a bright red butt that he rubs himself again and again, she is surprised at herself. How could she forget herself so much that the unthinkable almost happened...

But, thank God, she still had the upper hand. Well, and yet, the whole thing had been amusing... Mona becomes slightly euphoric, a little cocky...

'Had little David really managed to split her cunt?

Even if he had only entered her cunnie just an inch and even for just a short time?

Had his glans really turned her narrow (|) slit into a widened (Ο) crotch?'

When she thinks about it, a pleasant shiver runs over her. But thank God, nothing really bad had happened. She had pulled the emergency brake in time.

She smiles. Because he looks cute now, her little David, with his pants down, his red bottom, his pretty, half-flaccid cock, just to bite into.

No sooner has she thought this, then she reacts almost automatically. Her hand grabs his member, she pulls him towards herself. Mona leans forward a little, her full lips part, her tongue circling lightly over his glans. Now, she takes the penis a little bit into her mouth, she nibbles lightly on it, sucks the now swollen part deeper into her mouth, and then a little deeper...

But then stops; she doesn't want to suck him, she just wants to say, "Good day," briefly. She pulls her head back, smiles at him, gives him another slap on the butt, then says, "Just don't get the wrong idea. I just wanted to show you that after you got your punishment, your Aunt Mona is no longer angry with you.

"So, and now off you go home. And never let me hear again that you show no respect for your mother!"

When David is finally out of the house, she takes a deep breath. 'Well, this David, he's got it thick behind his ears. Absolutely not as innocent as I had believed. He knew only too well where to go.' But she thinks she still managed it quite well. And it all had been a nice experience...

She suppresses the fact that David had found her hot and damp. Nothing really bad had happened... 'But why did David look so mischievous when he went out, as if he still had something up his sleeve. But what the heck. This episode is now finally over. Only Sandra would certainly still be curious.'

Later in the evening, the phone rings. That's certainly Sandra, she thinks, she would want to know everything down to the last detail. But to her amazement, it is David.

"Hello, David. Hasn't the rubbing off been enough for you yet? What else do you want?"

"Hello, Aunt Mona, what do I want? I want you to check your emails immediately. I just emailed you a photo, a very interesting photo. If you've seen it, you'll know what I mean by 'interesting.' You will know that this radically changes the relationship between us, even reverses it. Because if other people should see this photo, then... goodnight.

But take your time to look at the picture, and draw your own conclusions. I'll call again in fifteen minutes, then we'll continue talking. Then I'll tell you what I want from you."

He hangs up.

Mona is flabbergasted. What is this? What could he have meant? What photo?

She hurries to her PC and opens her email program. Indeed, there is an email from David. One without text, but with an attachment. She opens the attached file, and a photo appears on the screen. And what a picture!

It shows Mona blowing David. And although her dark hair falls a little over her face, she is clearly recognizable. Her beautiful eyes; her flawless skin; her pronounced features-- the nose that is a little too long, the mouth that is a little too big with the full lips. Those full lips which envelop David's cock.

David is also clearly recognizable.

The situation, from a little more than four hours ago, is captured in the picture. And in the picture, the situation is very clear, almost pornographic. But everything had actually been quite harmless...

Mona is horrified; she freezes with fright. What had David said earlier on the phone? "... if other people should see this photo, then goodnight..."

Yes, then really goodnight. Her profession, her career, even her whole existence would be in the bucket. Even though David did not take a course with her, he attended the same school, and as a teacher, she would be accused of fornication with a ward in her care. They would fire her, they would possibly put her on trial, put her in prison...

No, she wouldn't survive this disgrace... Tears run down her beautiful, otherwise mostly cheerful face...

The phone rings again. It's David.

"Well, Auntie, have you looked at the picture? Didn't we both do well with that?" He laughs. The hidden threat cannot be overheard.

Mona is totally distraught, she can only sob. "My God, David, how can you do this to me. If anyone sees that..." She cries.

"Now calm down for now, stay cool. Nothing has happened yet. And nothing has to happen if you are sensible and well behaved. Apart from the two of us, no one has to see the photos because there are still some more nice ones, a whole series.

Of course, my buddy Tim saw them. He secretly entered shortly after Sandra left your house and then took the photos. But Tim is reliable, with him our little secret is safe."

Mona is still very scared. "Oh, David, why did you do that?"

"You know, Aunt Mona, from the first moment you put me over my knee to punish me, I wanted nothing more than to reverse the situation and take you over mine. But without this 'little push', I would probably never have gotten the chance to do so."