Said with Sentiment Women's Auntie Slippers

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I was playing with my friend at his place again during the study from home time ;). Cheeky ain’t it? Haha leave it. So we were playing a game when my mom came there and asked me to come home. I went with her and she told that she has to go out with dad to my grandma’s for some land related stuff. Aunt Karen stood me up and gave me a nice long hug for about a minute, telling me why she had spanked me, and that she loved me. I said I loved her too and thanked her for spanking me. Then she took off my shirt and put my boxers on, and put my pants and shirt in the laundry. I was asleep when my mom came home. As she promised, my aunt didn’t mention anything about spanking me, just telling my mother that I was down for a nice nap. She took hold of my chin and looked me in the eye. “You’ve got the face of an angel and hands that are a gift from God. Now let’s see if you’ve got a nice little bottom that the Lord made for spanking, shall we? Take your trousers down!” My second great desire in this weird and shadowy dimension was to be spanked myself by a stern, no-nonsense older female. This was kindled in me by Aunt Pam, with the help of her friend Doreen, who lived with her.

I waited, and finally she walked in with her pink slipper. She told me she was going to give me a hard spanking. This excited me – a 14-year-old boy about to get spanked by my pretty aunt. I hadn’t really been spanked before that, as far as I can remember. Aunt Karen sat on the bed and told me to come to her. She then told me she was doing this because she loved me and wanted to teach me a lesson. She had no kids, so she wasn’t very experienced, but she told me she was going to spank me the way her mother did her and my mom.did the babysitter and her daughter have any other slippers ? as most women had plenty in my day and also wore them out and new ones were needed. many a slipper given for xmas birthday and mothers day presents too so never a shortage. Hello everyone again! This story is about my neighbour Sheena aunty. As you guys already know how she’s been using me as her slave in the past. She always comes up with the best ways to bring me under her feet. I don’t know how she does it but seems like I always end up under her feet even if I have wanted to or not. She just makes it happen. Of course I also want to serve her as a servant and not a slave. It doesn’t excite me to be forced to do something just if someone tells me to do. I like it when Sheena aunty plays with my mind and make me do it myself rather than her forcing me. I really find this very sexy!

My hope is that in years to come people will look at the photo's and be proud when Britain ruled the slipper world, also anyone who may study footwear in the future. Then I heard her trot out this little ditty. “Spank a boy and do it right, trousers down, pants up tight. And if he smiles when he should frown, then spank him with his pants right down.” With that, Aunt Pam pulled my jeans down, exposing my underpants. My face was now near to the floor and I remember clearly the smell of the carpet, mixed with tobacco smoke as Doreen lit up a cigarette. I was able to collect all the dashes and the bud as well in the ashtray without any of the ash falling on the floor. After she was done she asked me to go and empty it in the bin and clean it up. I went to the washroom and did the same. By the time I reached her office, she was ready to get up from the computer and head downstairs. She said she’s feeling like having a doobie now that her work is complete and she has nothing to do. We went down to the living room she brought a box from her room and brought some green stuff out and started putting it in a small container. She was sitting on her sofa while doing this, I was just standing there in front of her looking intently to what she’s doing as I had never seen someone break a cigarette before and then filing it up into another paper before smoking. I didn’t know it was weed what she was smoking at that time but I know now. When she closed that small container, she said “Come here and sit in front of the table. I need to rest my legs on something soft while I do this. I wanna be really relaxed during next 20-40 minutes. Don’t you dare to ask any questions and ruin mg mood so if you don’t wanna help me and leave then do it now. But if you stay, you gonna have to stay till another hour.” I thought about it and said “No problem aunty. I’ll stay for another hour as I don’t have anything to do at home as well.” I didn’t have anything to do and even if I had I was too hooked to see what she’s doing to miss it. It never occurred to me that she had asked me to sit in front of her and talking about relaxing so obviously she meant about using me as a footstool for the next hour. I remembered to sit when I saw her finger still pointing to the floor in front of her. She then gave me the choice – to have my mother punish me, or her do it herself and not tell my mother. I told her that she could punish me. She replied: “OK then, go to my room and I will be there in a minute.”

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After about a half hour alone together, we were having a good conversation when my aunt asked me about my grades in school – which were bad. From what I remember I think it was one F, one D and the rest Cs. The next thing I knew, Aunt Pam was holding my arms firmly so I couldn’t move, and Doreen was unzipping my jeans. Then I was pulled across Pam’s knee in a daze.