Aunt Martha I was 18 years old and still in High School when my parents went on an extended vacation to Europe. Since school was still being held, and this was my senior year, I was left behind and I was told that I had to stay at Aunt Martha's house. My parents were going to be gone for two months, so they gave Aunt Martha full rights to discipline me any way she felt needed. My parents hadn't spanked me since I was 15 years old, and lately, I had been grounded for a week if I had done anything wrong, and I expected the same from Aunt Martha. Aunt Martha was a former school teacher, and I was well aware of the fact that she used to paddle her students, but I certainly wasn't expecting a spanking from Aunt Martha. It all happened a week before the Senior Prom. I asked Sue, a girl that I had a few dates with, to the Senior Prom. The tux and limo had been rented, and I was all set for the prom. But my curiousity got the best of me. Aunt Martha always dressed and smelled wonderful. So one day I sneaked into her room while she was at the grocery store. I found the drawer in the dresser that contained her panties, and I was busy admiring them when I looked up and saw Aunt Martha at the door. "What do you think you are doing, young man", she said. I was so surprised that she caught me, that I just stood there and said nothing. "Your grounded for TWO WEEKS, starting now", she said. "But Senior Prom is this Friday, can't you delay my grounding for a week", I wined. "No, I will NOT do that, but if you accept a spanking from me instead of the grounding, you would still be able to attend the prom", Aunt Martha said. "But I am 18 years old, and too old to be spanked. Can't you just delay my grounding!", I pleaded. "Its your choice, either be grounded and miss the prom, or the spanking. So what will it be?", she demanded. "I guess the spanking", I said. "Good, so report back here to my room at 7pm.", she said. This gave me about three hours to worry about the spanking I would recieve from Aunt Martha. I was happy that I would still be able to take Sue to the prom, but I wasn't looking forward to my spanking. I had heard from my other relatives that Aunt Martha was a really strict school taecher, and that she often spanked her students. So at 7pm, I knocked on the door to her room. She had placed the chair from her desk in the middle of the room by the bed, and placed some paddles and a cane on the bed. Now I knew I was going to get a very good spanking. "Remember, you choose to have this spanking", Aunt Martha said. "and you will follow my every command. Either that, or you won't be going to the prom. So take off your shirt, and lay it neatly on the bed, and then come over to my side for a nice hand spanking over my lap." So I took off my shirt, and laid it on the bed while all the time looking at the paddles and cane, wondering what I was going recieve during my spanking. I next went over and stood next to Aunt Martha. "Now take down your jeans, and bend over my lap", she commanded. So my jeans came down, and I went over her lap. I felt like I was a naughty 6 year old boy, again, lying over my aunts lap, with only my underpants on. "I never want to see you in my room again", she said, "and especially not going thru my panties. I am going to give you a good spanking so that you will NEVER go into my room again. First, you will recieve fifty spanks with my hand on your underwear,then fifty on the bare. " With that, I felt her hand fall on my upturned bottocks. It stung more than what I thought it would. After about fifty, I was told to raise up, and I felt her pull my underwear to my knees. Now I was completely exposed and waiting to recieve a handspanking on the bare. I could already feel a warm tingle from the first fifty spanks, and was not looking forward to fifty more. This time I could really feel the sting of her hand as I laid over her lap. I was told to not move very much, or I would be given more spanks. After these fifty were delivered, I was really feeling sore, and I was told to stand up with my hands at my sides, while she prepared the room for the continuation of my spanking. I felt like a little boy, totally exposed, with a hot red bottom, with my hands at my sides. She moved the chair back to the desk and said, "For the next part of your spanking, I want you to keep your legs straight and bend over the bed for a good paddling. I also want you to count these this time!" So I bent over the bed, my naked sore buttocks high in the air, and awaited my first swat of the paddle. It surprised me because it hurt a lot worst than her hand, and I forgot to count. "I didn't hear you, so here it comes again", Aunt Martha said. "And be sure and say "Thank You", after each swat" SWAT "One, thank you" I said. I couldn't believe what was happening to me. Here I was a 18 year old boy, getting paddled on the bare by my Aunt Martha, and thanking her for it. This continued for about twenty swats from three different paddles, and just when I thought she was finished with my spanking, she said,"Stand up again, hands at your sides. You will recieve the last part of your spanking bent over a chair, with 10 strokes of the cane". She put the chair back in the middle of the room, and signalled me to bend over it. "Grip the seat of the chair with your hands", she said, " And be sure not to move, or the stroke will be repeated. Be sure and count these again, and this time say "thank you, Aunt Martha, I will never go into your room again" after every stroke". I had never been caned before, and didn't know what to expect. When the first stroke fell, it felt like a hundred bees had stung me in the same spot, accross my naked buttocks. I could hardly hold my position, and I forgot to count! "I didn't hear you, again", Aunt Martha said. "and be sure and say thank you! So get ready for number one again" SWAT It hurt like crazy, but I still counted, thanked her, and said I would never go into her room again. I was glad I was still going to be able to go to the prom, but I felt like I wouldn't be able to sit down for a week. SWAT Now my whole bottom felt like it was on fire, and I still remained in position and thanked Aunt Martha. Soon, I had only one stroke left. "This is going to be number ten, the hardest", Aunt Martha said. "And after you recieve it and thank me for it, I want you to stay in position" SWAT "Ten, thank you, Aunt Martha. I wouldn't do into your room again", I said. Next I felt her hands on my naked buttocks. She was running her fingers on the marks left from the caning, and admiring her work. "I hope this will teach you a lesson, and NEVER come into my room again without my permission, or else you will recieve another spanking even worst than this", she said. With that scolding, she let me up, and allowed me to leave her room. I never wanted to be spanked by Aunt Martha again. I knew that I better not get into trouble again for the next two months.