I'm not really sure what to do about it or who to talk to. I obviously can't talk to my mom. And my friends would be weirded out by it I think, it's too embarassing anyway. With that, she lowered my underpants to my ankles. I didn't like this concept one bit. I started to protest.

Daddy was out of arguments. My Aunt had an extra room, my brother would stay with Uncle Harold. I claimed I should be the one to stay with Uncle Harold, but they believed my brother should because he was older and could get along without Mom. My aunt asked me to set the table. We had dinner and made small talk about nothing in particular. After dinner my aunt asked me to come over so she could have a look at me. She told me that I looked very good. She trimmed my hair and combed it into a much more feminine style. Your early childhood memories of your aunt, including being spanked and watching your sisters being spanked by her, are really what seems to be driving your desire to have some kind of ‘spanking relationship’ with her. I believe what you wanted was not so much to be spanked, but to be spanked by her.Spank after spank after spank rained down on my bare bottom and after 10 minuttes I was bawling my eyes out and feeling a sting and burn in my throbing bottom like nothing I had ever felt. When I was about 13 or 14 a friend and I got caught out of bounds at school when we supposed to be in lessons. The Principle phoned both our parents and we were sent home. I knew for me that meant a good hiding. Of course I was scared to death but all the way home (and believe me I took the long way) I was thinking about all the different scenarios - was I going to get my legs strapped, or be slippered, had my parents managed to get hold of a dreaded cane? When would it happen, what was it going to feel like, would my mum wait for my dad to do it etc...? It might be hard, but I think you should talk to your mom. She needs to realize that this is a completely and utterly inappropriate way to punish a 14 year old. And if you actually open up to her about this, maybe she'll listen to you. And maybe you could talk to a counselor too if you're feeling this dirty and ashamed about yourself. And also, if you just can't bring yourself to actually talk to your mom about it, maybe you could write her a letter explaining your feelings, or you could show her this question.

In town, we walked from shop to shop. I was being introduced as Julie and no one seemed to question my being a girl. How exciting it was. In fact, most people thought I was the most attractive. What fun. Sue and I spent the morning flirting with the boys and when the opportunity presented itself bending over counters causing our skirts to be pulled up and giving the boys a good look at our panties. It is amazing what fun it was teasing the men and boys. I get it. I have those fantasies too, though as stated, not with relatives! Just other women like friends, co-workers. But you have to be really careful here about where something like this can go. There is one approach, however, you may want to consider here. Let’s start with her kids. She’s a single mom. Taking care of kids is difficult, so any help or support would be great. It's called BDSM. You like being submissive. Pain and passion are two sides of one coin. I had that feeling when I was 6 when I watched something on TV I shouldn't really be watching. You don't have anything to worry about. You are completely normal. Although you feel turned on being strapped, what your mom did was abuse. You can talk to someone about that instead. I get so angry when I think about this. I am not trying to say I was a perfect boy, but really what was she thinking be spanking me in the living room. Why couldn't she just have takin me to my bedroom, other than she wanted to humiliate me. So one afternoon I aproached my mother and stood nervously before her and politelty asked her to spank my bare bottom over her knees.Ah, you must be Danny. I've heard a lot about you. Come with me to the car." I didn't know what else to do, so I went with her. Something in her tone compelled me to obey. When we were in the car, I ventured some questions.

Now ready for the spanking I had asked for my mother raised the hairbrush and gave me the spanking of my life. While I still considered myself a boy, the way I was dressed and acting made this all feel so natural. Sue told us how she would sit in the front seat of the bus because she knew that the boys behind could see up under the skirt of her tunic in the mirror. She enjoyed the idea of all the boys getting hard looking at her. She also liked to bend over a bit more than she had to, teasing the boys.While I knew I would enjoy wearing the pretty clothes, being a boy I knew I had to pretend that I would not like it. A few minutes later Sue (with whom I was quite close) came in and said that while she knew I would not like to wear the clothes it was the only thing to do, and she and Anne would not laugh at me or anything. Anne came in then and promised not to laugh or tell anyone. She said I should put the clothes on, as there was no one else around anyway. They both promised again not to tell anyone and then left me alone. So, I called your Aunt Christine to see what help I should give you." "Who's 'Aunt Christine'? I never heard of the bitch." "She's my sister. We grew up together. She lives all the way down in Alabama." After that day, all I could think about was I would love to spanked by her like that! I know she is a relative and I am not looking for ** or any kind of relationship. That would be wrong and destroy our family. But she just has this amazing body, is in great physical shape, and I can't help but think I would give anything to be spanked by her, hopefully on a regular basis! I want you to sleep in your uniform tonight so you get used to it." "Yes Aunt Christine." I replied.

Not long ago when I was visiting at her place one of the kids got into trouble big time, and after a good scolding, told him he was going to be spanked. She then grabbed a wooden spoon from the kitchen counter, took him into the hallway, pulled down his pants, held him firm between her legs, bent over and paddled his little bare bottom non-stop for several minutes straight. He was bawling his eyes out and begged for her to stop. I just stood there watching, in stunned disbelief! My auntie Joan was an attractive 35-year-old who was living in Sydney. My cousins Sue and Anne were quite attractive and 17 and 14 respectively. They were all very pretty and feminine in their manner and dress. The farm, being about three hours from Sydney, ten minutes from the village and one hour from the town, was fairly isolated and the weather was cooling off so not many people would be visiting.To my surprise and enjoyment, he accepted me as a girl and seemed quite interested in me. We all sat on the riverbank and talked. Luke had positioned himself on the bank below us where if we wished he could get a good view under our skirts. We all took pleasure in giving him what appeared to be accidental but were actually quite deliberate glimpses of our panties and up to our skirts. Luke was obviously getting very excited although he did not realize we had noticed.