Now tell me why you want to be punished.”
“I ... it is something from my youth”, he said hesitatingly.
“Well, what about it?”
“It was my aunt, my mother’s elder sister. I was staying with her for the weekend. I was twelve then.”
“I broke a vase, an expensive one. She was mad at me; pulled me across her lap and spanked me. She pulled down my pants and underpants and I could see inside her dress. Her breasts were big and beautiful. And then ...”
His voice trailed off, as if he was reliving a memory.
“She pulled me across her lap and her skirt rode up all the way and … and … I could see her crotch. She had no knickers on…”
“She spanked me with a large hairbrush until my butt was red and sore. But the thought of her crotch and her big breasts and the pain excited me. Suddenly, I wanted her to keep slapping me forever. And then I had this wonderful feeling in my loins. I moaned and struggled and when she let me get up, there was a blotch of sticky stuff on her thighs…”
“What did she say?”
“That I was a dirty boy; that I needed to be spanked again. And she did, several times that weekend.”
“And you enjoyed it?”
“Yes Mistress” he said guiltily. “Each time after she spanked me, she would, spread her legs wide apart and made me jerk off, looking at her fingering her cunt.”
“Right; it is clear how I must punish you”, Mistress Dawn said. “Go behind that curtain and undress completely.”