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   Thrice Burned Pt2

   Joyce was now in a quandry.  Jeff had admitted that he had received a
paddling at school.  He had said merely that it was for cutting up in
class. Joyce felt there was more to the story but did not want to pry just
yet.  Joyce liked Jeff a lot, and wanted to give him a chance to get the
story out on his own.  He was a mostly quiet, well mannered boy.  Since
coming to stay with Jeff while his Christian missionary parents were away
in South America, she had had little trouble with Jeff.  Oh, he came in
late a few times and failed to check in occasionally, but a gentle
reprimand usually fixed that.  She had even grounded him for a weekend. 
But now this!

   The problem was the promise she had made her sister, Carolyn.  She had
gone so far as to make both her and Jeff agree to a compact.  She had the
right and the duty to discipline Jeff.  She could ground him for missing
curfew repeatedly and she could take away the car keys for getting a
ticket. Their agreement also spelled out that if Jeff were disciplined at
school, he would get the same thing at home.  Jon and Carolyn were no
nonsense parents when it came to behavior, both at home and in school. 
Joyce remembered this attitude as a carry-over from her and Carolyn's
childhood where a detention at school would mean a hard licking at home
with their father's strap.  She did not think that Jeff had been spanked
recently, but knew that Carolyn had exercized her strong right arm with a
hairbrush when Jeff was younger.

   She had dropped by one day when Jeff had been 11 or 12.  He had
committed some infraction or other.  She had heard the scolding and had
witnessed Carolyn frog marching a protesting Jeff up to the bedroom.  She
knew that Carolyn had bared Jeff's bottom and had put him over her knee
because a momentary silence was followed by the unmistakeable sharp
smacking sounds of a wooden hairbrush impacting a bare seat.  The resultant
yelps could be heard coming through the closed door upstairs.

   She also remembered vividly the shameful ritual that she and Carolyn
would undergo when punishment was due.  The culprit would first have to
change into pj's.  Next she would have to fetch the strap which hung from a
nail on the inside of the door to her parent's closet, and present herself
in the basement rec room where the rest of the family would be waiting.  A
tall padded stool would be waiting in the center of the room.  She would
hand the strap to her father (or mom, if dad wasn't there) and ask for
correction.  Her dad was a minister and he would read an appropriate verse
from the bible on the evils of the particular sin involved.  A short
lecture followed, then it was time for the whipping.

   She or Carolyn would bend over the stool, gripping the legs, and their
mother would tug their pj pants and panties down to mid thigh.  Then the
strap would crack down on their tender seats until they were sobbing and
howling and promising never to do it (whatever "it" was) again.  The
whipping was delivered with slow deliberate cracks of the strap that landed
flat across both cheeks.  One lick for each year of their age.  Joyce
recalled how Carolyn's ample behind would jiggle with each smack of the
supple leather.  She could only imagine the sight she must have presented
as she wiggled her scorching fanny in a vain attempt to ease the sting. 
The strap it self was an 18" length of thick, supple leather, 2" wide with
a handle and a loop for a thong to hang it on the nail.  It did not leave
bruises or welts but the sting, while temporary, was atrocious enough to
cause Joyce and her sister to dance and frantically rub their bottoms once
it was over.

   So now it was incumbent on her to administer the same medicine to Jeff.
The fact was--he had been paddled at school.  Another fact was--he was
supposed to get the same at home and Joyce acting as parent by proxy was
obligated to carry out the sentence.

   She didn't know how she was going to bring this up with Jeff.  She
decided to wait, first to let Jeff recover, and second, she did not have a
suitable strap.  That a strap was the logical implement of chastisement
seemed obvious to Joyce.  She did not have a paddle or anything else and
really, had had no experience with anything except her dad's strap.  So
where would she find one?  She figured that she had to be ready once she
gave Jeff the bad news. 
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****************** That week at work Joyce found a leather hobbiest's shop
not far from her office.  She entered the shop and looked around.  She
noticed a bin with some scrap leather and started pawing through it looking
for a suitable piece.  She was approached by a rather pretty salesgirl in
her 20's who looked to be the only one working in the shop.  In fact, it
was deserted except for the two of them.

   "Can I help you?" she asked.

   "Well, I'm just looking for a strip of fairly stout leather, about
16-20" long, 2-3" wide."

   "And what is it for?  Maybe I can reccomend something".

   "Uh,...its for this project I have", said Joyce, not wanting to say what
it was really for.

   But the girl was insistent.  "If you tell me what you have in mind, I
will be better able to help.  I've done lots of leather projects myself."

   In for a penny, in for a pound, thought Joyce.  "If you really want to
know, it's for a punishment strap." There, she said it.

   The girl's eyes widened.  "You mean...  for spanking?"

   "Yes, that is what I mean.  I need a suitable instrument for a
spanking."

   "Ohhh...er, is it for you...you know..to be used on you?"

   Joyce laughed.  "No..no, its for my nephew, not me!"

   The girl also laughed.  "Well, I had to ask.  My name's Gwen, by the
way. And I can help, I think.  Uh, does this strap have to be heavy?.....I
mean are you going to use it through a lot of clothes?"

   Joyce thought a moment.  "I think not.  Probably minimal clothing."

   "You should probably use something like this", she said producing a
rather stiff piece of reddish leather about 2" wide and 1/8"-3/16" thick.
"This will sting a lot, but it won't leave marks."

   "You sound like you are speaking from experience", said Joyce.

   "Well, yeah," said Gwen ruefully rubbing her buns through her short
pleated skirt in mock pain, "My big sister in my sorority in college had
something like this, only shorter.  My grades and her room had to be up to
snuff or else it was over her knee with skirts up, panties down and a well
warmed bottom for yours truly!"

   "Oh yes," said Joyce, "I remember those days...only I got it with a
paddle....you know, grab your knees and assume the position.  It was my dad
that used a strap on us kids."

   "My mom had a cut down ping pong paddle with little holes in it.  That
thing stung like blazes on my bottom!  Anyway, I can cut this piece down
and also make a little handle, how about it?"

   Joyce nodded assent and Gwen took the leather to a work table at the
back of the store.  Using a special cutting tool she cut the length to 22"
and cut the last 4" down in width to make a handle.  Taking another 1" by 4
" piece she clamped it with rivets to reinforce the handle end.  What she
ended up with was an 18" by 2" strap with a sturdy gripping end.  Gwen then
punched a hole in the handle and threaded a small loop through it.

   "Now you can hang it on a peg in the den to remind your naughty nephew
to behave himself," said Gwen giggling.  Then she said quietly, almost as
an afterthought, "Maybe before you leave we should try it out."

   "Try it out?" said Joyce incredulously,"How?"

   "I'll volunteer," said Gwen.  And she giggled, "All part of our superior
customer service, ma'am," she said giving a mock salute.  "Wait a minute. I
don't think we want to be disturbed."

   And with that she walked back to the front of the store, locked the
door, pulled some blinds and put the little sign in the window that said
'back in one hour'.

   "Here's your strap, Joyce," said Gwen, presenting the leather implement
to Joyce.

   " Ok, Gwen, if you're sure....I guess you should bend over something and
arch your butt up.  I wouldn't want to hit anything else."

   "Let's see...  I can bend over the work table like this," Gwen said,
bending over, mashing her breasts into the surface of the table.  When Gwen
placed her torso down on the table, her little pleated skirt rose up in
back and her rounded rear jutted back invitingly.

   "Oops, I almost forgot," she laughed, and pulled her skirt up to reveal
a delightfully round, chubby pair of bottomcheeks encased in sheer
pantyhose and white nylon panties.  "Now, I'm ready for my spanking, ma'am.
Go ahead and smack away!"

   Joyce hesitated.  "Are you sure?" she said.

   "Yes, go ahead.  I'm plenty padded back there, and besides, I've been a
bit naughty lately," Gwen laughed nervously.

   "Well, ok, here goes."

   Smack!  "Oooh...." The strap fell flat across both cheeks, causing a
delicious little wobble.

   Smack!  "Mmmm...." A crack across the right cheek.  Smack!  "oh.." A
crack more toward the left.  Smack!  "Uhhh..." Another smack dead center.

   "How was that?" Joyce asked.

   "I think you've got the hang of it, but just to be sure...." And with
that Gwen skinned down her pantyhose and panties revealing a cute pair of
buns with broad reddish bands decorating the skin.  "Now I'll be able to
really tell you how it stings...you know, so you'll know how many to give
him."

   Joyce let fly with the strap again.  She thought if Gwen wanted to feel
a bare hiney licking, she would oblige her.  She was also feeling very
aroused by the whole encounter.

   Smack!  "ow....that was a good one!" Both hiney cheeks rippled with the
impact.  Smack!  "ouch....yes, again...please" Smack!  Ow...that's starting
to really sting...  now give me 6 good ones all in a row." Joyce swung the
strap at Gwen's quivering fanny, delivering 6 solid smacks that echoed off
the walls of the shop.  Gwen yeouched at each one.  She wiggled her bottom
and stamped her feet.

   "Whooooh...." she said, reaching back and rubbing, "That thing smarts! I
think its just the thing for this naughty nephew of yours.  Increase that
dose to 3 or 4 dozen and you'll have a howling little boy who will have
learned his lesson by the time you are done."

   Joyce couldn't help but notice the flushed face, the husky voice and the
glistening moisture on the lips of Gwen's vagina.

   As Gwen rearranged herself she made Joyce promise to return and tell her
how it turned out.  Just as Joyce was leaving, she said,

   "Uh..here's my number if you're interested.  Maybe you could come over
sometime, like for coffee?  We could talk about our experiences.... 
getting spanked and all.  And you know you really look kind of powerful in
that business suit with your hair all up in a bun, and with those high
heels.  I'll bet your nephew will just melt when he sees you walk in
carrying that strap.  I know it makes my insides sort of squishy seeing you
with that strap swinging in your hand.  Reminds me of my sorority big
sister.  I actually kind of miss those days....."

   "Thank you Gwen, I'll think about it."

   God, she was horney, thought Joyce as she left the store.  The sight of
Gwen's curvy buttocks being smacked with the strap and her obvious
resulting arousal had left Joyce in quite a state.  She wondered what a
good spanking from a lover would feel like now.  She could imagine Brad,
her current boyfriend, finding some fault with her behavior and hauling her
over his lap.  She could feel his broad palm spanking her bottom through
the thin skirt.  After a dozen smacks, he would yank her skirt up and
continue spanking her through her thin nylon panties, smacking one cheek
then the other.  Breathless, she would squirm and kick but it would do no
good.  Brad would then peel her panties down and give her a sound bare
fanny smacking that would have her squealing.  She would beg him to let her
up.  He would make her promise to do anything he said and she would agree.
How could she not?  He would make her obey.  A last dozen good hard ones
would be applied to her bright red sit spot.  He was in complete control.
He would push her to her knees, make her unzip his slacks and take out his
swollen member.  She would take the hardness in her mouth and swirl her
tongue around it.  He would pick her up and sit her astride his rock hard
cock and she would ride and ride and ride until waves of orgasm washed over
her....

   My God, what was she thinking?  She had to get back to work!

   Another thought intruded.  Gwen, naked over her knee while Joyce spanked
her cute buns to a bright red, the bare cheeks wobbling with each sharp
smack of her palm...

   Stop it!  she told herself, forcing herself to breathe slowly.

   Then....Jeff, naked, crying, his fanny red from a strapping, his cock
hard,...  he would do anything she commanded.

   No!  No!  No!  He was her nephew and what she had to do was some
unpleasant business.

  
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   It was 2 days later, on Thursday night that Joyce brought up the
subject.

   "Jeff, do you remember the deal we all made when I came to stay on with
you this year?"

   "Yes, Joyce, I know that you are in charge.." said Jeff, not knowing
where this was going.

   "You remember that trouble at school last week?"

   "How could I forget?  But hey now, you won't tell mom and dad?  Will
you?"

   "No I don't have to do that, but I do have to do something else.  You
know that rule of theirs about trouble at school?"

   "Yeah, yeah...I get the same thing at home if I....".  Jeff froze,
suddenly comprehending.  "Joyce,...  you don't mean..."

   "'Fraid I do, young sir.  After all, a deal is a deal."

   "No..wait," said Jeff, now really alarmed.  "You mean to give me....a
licking??"

   "I have to, Jeff.  I made a promise to your mother to keep you on the
straight and narrow.  Sometimes discipline is called for and acting up at
school is serious."

   Jeff fell back in his chair in disbelief.  This couldn't be happening.
Why, he and Joyce seemed more like friends or cousins, and now she was
proposing to...to...  spank him?

   "No, you can't do that.  I won't let you.  No."

   "I will and you will take it gracefully.  As a senior you may have been
getting too big for your britches and that led to your misconduct.  You
need this Jeff, and you can be an adult about it or your parents may have
to know."

   Jeff realized he was trapped.  Damn the damn agreement they had all
made! He never thought this would happen.

   "So when...I mean when are you going to....", said Jeff, now resigned to
his fate.

   "Not now.  You have school tommorrow.  Friday night after supper.  That
way, you have the weekend and you won't be sitting on a hard chair all day.
Sitting might be uncomfortable for awhile."

   The next day was agony for Jeff.  All he could think about all day in
school was that his attractive, cheerful aunt who he liked, joked around
with, and confided in, was going to punish him that evening in a most
humiliating and juvenile way.  How was she going to do it?  She hadn't
said. Was she going to put him over her knee and spank him like a ten year
old?  Jeff shivered.  That thought was both embarassing, and, strangely
arousing.  Among other things, Joyce was a tall pretty brunette with long
legs and a nice body (for an "old" lady of 37).  He fought to banish the
thought from his head.

   Jeff's question was answered in part when he came home Friday.  A lean
reddish brown leather strap lay over the arm of the couch in the living
room as if in readiness for its application.  Jeff picked it up and ran it
through his fingers, feeling the weight.  It wasn't real heavy.  But when
he slapped it against his palm he winced.  Ow!  that was a stinger. 
Smacking it against his pant leg he felt it all right, but it did not seem
like it would be unbearable.  Certainly not like that paddle of Ms
Strickland's.  He could still feel that burn!

   Supper Friday was an understandably subdued affair, although Joyce had
cooked Jeff's favorite meal.

   "This is really good , Joyce but I feel a little like a condemned
prisoner before the execution enjoying his last meal," said Jeff feebly,
attempting a little levity.

   Joyce brightened up too, and laughed.  "Oops, it must have seemed like
that, I'm sorry".  In a still friendly but more serious tone, she said
"We're still friends, Jeff, and I love you.  But a component of love can be
discipline when it is called for.  I made you a nice meal to show you how
much I care for you, just as I am going to have to correct you later on. 
Its all out of love and caring about your welfare.  You do understand that,
don't you honey?"

   Jeff nodded glumly, "I guess so."

   "Well, then I think its time," she said pushing back her chair.  "Jeff,
I want you to go put on your pj's, then come down into the living room."

   Jeff tried one last appeal.  "Please, Joyce..."

   "No Jeff.  No more arguing, you'll only get me angry and make it worse.
And until we are finished with this unpleasant but necessary business, I
think you should call me Aunt Joyce or ma'am."

   "Ok...er, yes, ma'am." said Jeff sheepishly.

   Jeff truged upstairs reluctantly and undressed.  He found some cotton
pajamas.  They were thin.  They wouldn't be very much protection from that
strap.  He wodered if he dared wear underpants too and decided against it.
She might make him take them off.

   He came downstairs to find Joyce sitting on the couch next to the strap.

   "Jeff, come here and stand in front of me.  I am sorry I have to do
this, but before I do, I want to know what got you in trouble at school."

   Jeff reluctantly told her.

   "What!?" exclaimed Joyce, "No wonder you got paddled.  Jeff, you should
be ashamed.  That was a terrible thing to do to that poor girl.  Imagine
her embarassment and you boys laughing at her."

   Now Joyce felt better about what she had to do.  This wasn't just
throwing spitballs in class.  The very idea!  Boys!  At heart they were all
12 year olds and needed periodically to have their pants taken down for a
good whipping.  And that was just what she was going to do, right now.

   She rose and picked up the strap.

   "Come over here, Jeff, and bend over the arm of the couch," she
commanded.

   "Yes, Aunt Joyce," said Jeff, lowering himself across the thick rounded
armrest.  In this position his body was jacknifed over the arm of the couch
with his buttocks at the apex, perfectly presented for punishment.  Joyce
could stand behind the couch and whip almost straight down.  She had
practised this a few times, unbeknownst to Jeff.

   "Jeff when your mom and I were young, we got spanked like this, so don't
think I don't know how it feels.  This is going to sting.  Do not get up,
do not reach back.  I'm going to give you 35 licks with this strap.  Count
each one so we don't lose count.  Now slip your pants down to your knees."

   What?  Did Jeff hear right?  Slip down his pants?

   "Please Aunt Joyce, not naked, please let me keep them up.  The're thin
and won't protect me at all...please?"

   "Now it's 40 licks Jeff.  Do not argue with me.  Take your pants down."

   Jeff groaned and shucked down his pants.  This was incredibly
embarassing.  Somehow it didn't seem as bad when he had bared himself for
Ms Strickland.  Joyce raised the strap and brought it down with a sharp
wristy stroke.

   Smack!  The strap popped on Jeff's fanny causing it to quiver.

   "Ow...!...er, one."

   Smack!  Another stripe right across the crowns of his bottomcheeks.

   "Yeowww!  Two!"

   Joyce began laying the strap across Jeff's hiney in a steady cadence. 
The sharp splat of leather striking bare bottom echoed off the walls.  Jeff
hissed and yelped with each lick.  It stung!  God, how it stung, thought
Jeff as he endured crack after stinging crack.  As for Joyce, she felt
satisfaction.  She was giving him a good whipping, one that was well
deserved.  A good bare fanny smacking was just what this boy needed.  At
twenty she paused.  Jeff's behind was beet red and he was sniffling.

   "We're halfway there, Jeff, hold on to the pillow if you need to."

   Crack!  21 Crack!  22 Smack!  23...........Smack!  Smack!  Smack!

   Jeff was now howling with each ringing smack, but he kept the count.  He
did not want any extras.  Still the relentless smacking was accompanied by
Jeff's yelps of, "Ouch..Ow...!  Ow..!"

   Finally the count reached 35.

   "As I give you these last 5 Jeff, I want you to think about what you
did."

   Sniff, "Yes, Ma'am," blubbered Jeff.

   "Ok, here goes, last 5.  The're going to be stingers."

   Smack!  "Owww!  36" The strap cracked across Jeff's wiggling buns. 
Smack!  "Yeowww!  37" Another wristy painful lick.  A pause, then, Smack!
"Ouch..ouch..ow!  38" Smack!  "Ahhh...yeowww!  39" Smack!  "Ow..ow...owwww!
40," all in rapid succession.

   Joyce stopped, breathing heavily.  Jeff moaned and sobbed into the
pillow.  What a licking!  His butt was on fire!

   "It's over now Jeff, you can get up", said Joyce.  "Come here and give
me a hug."

   Jeff pulled up his pants.  He winced as the cotton slid over his bottom.
A teary eyed Jeff received the hug from his aunt, and went upstairs to his
room.  When the pain had abated a bit he replayed the sequence of events in
his mind.  Amazingly his cock began to harden as he recalled baring his
bottom to his pretty aunt and the stinging licks that followed.  As the
pain receded to a warm glow, he stroked his turgid member, finally spewing
his seed in a paroxism of pleasure all over the bedsheets.  He would relive
this scene in his mind for the next several nights, always with the same
result.

   As for Joyce, she spent a feverish night, visualizing Jeff's bouncing
buns, seeing them ripple with each smack of the strap.  Tommorrow she had a
date with Brad.  Could she get him to treat her like she had treated Jeff?
She wondered.....And what about Gwen?  Should she call her?

   END OF PART 2