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Summer at Aunt Sarah's, Part One
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Summer at Aunt Sarah's
Part 1
My sixteenth summer, I was sent by my parents to stay with my
Aunt Sarah. They didn't tell me why I was sent there, only
that I was to become a better person from the experience.
Somehow this didn't allay my foreboding.
I had always been a bit afraid of my aunt. She was a large,
statuesque woman, standing 6'0. She was, as my father used to
so quaintly put it, stacked. Her breasts were at least 38"
and I'm sure they were a 'D' cup.
While you couldn't call me petite, I was certainly much
smaller than my aunt. I am a curvaceous 5'5", with a 34B bra
which was filling out nicely. I have long, chestnut brown
hair in which I take great pride. I had always done well in
school, but last semester, I had met Randy. Randy was my
first boyfriend, and while he wasn't the man of my dreams, he
certainly was nice to show off to my friends. And to fool
around with. Oh, I never went all the way with him, even
though he wanted too, but I would let him rub my clit and I
would give him a hand job. I even sucked him off once, but I
didn't much care for the taste of his penis, so I never did
again. Randy gradually put more and more pressure on me to go
all the way with him, but I wouldn't, and eventually, we broke
up. Unfortunately, my involvement with him caused me to slip
from my usual 'A' average to a low 'B' average, as I didn't
seem to have much time for school when Randy and I were
together. It was this lapse which caused my parents to decide
that I was to spend the summer with Aunt Sarah.
She was my father's sister and he lived to please her.
Whenever I would see them together, he would practically beg
to do her bidding, which I could never understand. After all,
he was as big as she was and 3 years older. She was very
bossy to everyone, and I always dreaded the times when we
would go to visit her, or she would come to our house. She
would often look at me with a strange gleam in her eye, and
although I did not know what it meant, it would never fail to
send shivers down my spine.
And so it was that, instead of going off to be a camp
counselor, I packed my bags for a summer with my aunt.
My father dropped me at her house early the first Monday of
vacation. He looked as if he didn't want to come in, but
something compelled him to anyway. We walked to the front
door together, and when I knocked, it only took a second for
my aunt to answer. The look on her face showed nothing but
contempt for her brother.
"Why are you here?" she sneered at him.
"Well, I just, er, thought, that, you'd want to see me."
"No, thank you, I will be calling you periodically. For now,
goodbye!" She pulled my inside the door and slammed it in his
face.
"Well, Marcie, what did you pack? I hope you brought your
bikini, you do know that I just had a pool put it?"
"Yes, Aunt Sarah, I brought one."
At this, she scowled. "Do not use my first name unless you
are given permission, child." She seemed as if she wanted to
slap me, but something held her back. I was truly afraid now.
"Call me Aunt, or perhaps we'll come up with something better
later." I had no idea what she meant, but I certainly did not
like the tone of her voice. "Do you know why your parents
sent you here for the summer, child?"
"I guess it was because of my grades."
At this, Aunt Sarah threw back her head and laughed. "Yes,"
she said, "I suppose that was part of it, but there is so much
more."
"I really have no idea what you're talking about," I
stammered.
"Well then, we'll get started right away. This is to be an
educational summer for you. You will learn discipline, and
you will mature into a woman, for now you are truly only a
girl. Tell me, you are still a virgin, aren't you?"
"Yes." Her direct questioning was causing me great
discomfort. I was not so sure about this "discipline" and
wanted to run away. But where would I run? I was 50 miles
from anywhere I knew. Maybe I would just be kept around the
house all summer, doing chores and the like, I thought
hopefully. That wouldn't be so awful and would be fitting
punishment for my lapse in school. But Aunt Sarah soon put
any such thoughts to a close.
"Come with me, dear." She led me down a hallway, to where the
bedrooms were in her house. I had never seen any more of her
house than the living room, dining room and back yard. I was
about to find out why. "This is your room," she announced,
opening a door on the right.
I was flabbergasted. There was no bed, only a long wooden
table with some sort of device at each end with holes. They
looked like the sort of holes I had seen on stocks in my
history class. The only other thing I could see was a large
walk-in closet, which was dark and would not reveal its
contents to my wide-eyed stare.
Aunt Sarah had a very wicked grin on her face. "Please strip
to your undergarments."
"But, Aunt, why, what's going on.."
"Every time you do not do as I ask," she interrupted, "your
punishment increases." Only now did I begin to have a glimmer
of what "discipline" my aunt had in mind for me. How did I
get into this? My eyes darted to the door, the window, to my
aunt, and back to the door. "Time is wasting, your punishment
mounts..." It looked as if I had enough room to make it to
the door and get away. I would go anywhere, anyplace to get
out of the hands of this sick woman. I made a break for it,
but my aunt had anticipated this. As I bounded for the door,
she skillfully moved to cut me off. She slammed me against
the wall, knocking the air from my lungs. I slumped to the
ground, unable to do anything to fight her. She stood over me
with a look a of triumph. Unable to resist her, she removed
my shirt, shoes and skirt, leaving me in bra and panties. She
shut the door, locking it, and stepped back. I looked up to
see her smiling at me. She was practically licking her lips
looking at me. "Stand up," she barked. I feebly got to my
feet, embarrased to be unclothed in such a manner in front of
her. "Place your hands behind your head." I did as she
asked, fearful of further action. As I did this, I felt my
breasts raise up, a movement not lost on Aunt Sarah. "Lovely,"
she remarked. "Now, turn around, and place your hands behind
your back." Again I complied fearfully. She reached behind
around to the back of her dress for something. Suddenly, she
grabbed my wrists and placed some sort of band around them.
Securing it, she then spun me around. I struggled to free my
wrists, but it was to no avail, they were trapped! "Precede
me," she commanded, as she opened the door and turned me
towards her bedroom. I was most certain that I didn't want to
see the contents of her room, but I was sure that I was going
to whether I wanted to or not.
As she opened the door to her room, I gasped. Strewn about
her room were all sorts of, well, the best description I could think
of was restraining devices. She pushed me ahead of her, over
to where a pair of shackles were. I had only seen these in
adventure movies, but here was the real, scary, thing, right
in my face. Aunt Sarah attached the shackles to my ankles,
immobilizing me. "And now," she said cheerfully, "time to see
the rest of you!" I screamed and screamed. There must be
someone to hear my cries! "Scream away, darling, this whole
house is soundproofed. Just keep in mind that the more
difficult you are, the more difficult I will be." I didn't
see how things could possible get worse, so I continued to
scream. Aunt Sarah must have tired of my wailing quickly, for
she grabbed my long hair, forcing my head back, and shoved a
rubber ball into my gaping mouth. She fastened it behind my
head, effectively muffling my cries. She allowed me to squirm
about for a moment, then she reached over, undid my bra and
let my breasts fall free. She appraised them thoroughly. I
was shocked to notice that my nipples were quite hard.
Aunt Sarah also saw this and gave each one a pinch. It was
not a hard pinch, but it caused me to wince nonetheless. I
had always been very sensitive to pain, and these little
tweaks she was giving me were definitely not pleasant!
Satisfied for the moment, she then pulled me panties down to
my ankles, then cut them off with a large scissors. I was now
totally naked, in front of another woman, my aunt no less!
"Well, dear, time for your first lesson. Since you tried to
run from me and were slow to obey, it should be a memorable
one. Of course, I will take into account the fact that you
were unprepared for such an event. This will be the only time
that I will allow you this excuse however, do you understand?"
I could only nod.
She went over to a cabinet and removed a large paddle. Oh
shit, I though, this is going to be painful. She attached my
wrists to a set of matching manacles next to my ankles,
effectively doubling me over. She then put a belt around my
waste, taking the opportunity to caress my buttocks, which
made me even more sensitive to the situation. From a loop in
the back of the belt, she threaded a rope and ran it through a
pulley on the ceiling. This caused my butt to be raised as far
as my imprisoned wrists and ankles would let it be. "I want
you to count out loud as I do this. If you fail to count, the
punishment will begin again." She then removed the gag from
my mouth. Before I could say anything, the paddle came down
on my behind. I had never felt such agony! It was like a
little explosion of fire had hit me. In my pain, I forgot to
say "1". After several more such swats, I finally remembered
and said (hopefully) "5".
"Wrong!" she barked. "As I said,
if you forget to count, the punishment begins again." When
she resumed her swatting, I was not lax in couning this time,
and when she got to 10, she stopped. My whole bottom was on
fire.
What I had not noticed was that during this time, Aunt Sarah
had removed her clothing and stood naked behind me. She
dropped the paddle and pressed her naked flesh against my
flaming buttocks. She reached down, slipping a finger into my
slit. I could hardly believe the feelings, I was
experiencing. On one had, my
bottom was aflame. But on the other, the feeling of her naked
flesh against mine, and her finger within me was causing me
intense excitement. She started briskly rubbing my clit,
moving faster and faster. I tried to press back against her,
but my bonds prevented me from doing so. I had lost all
control of my body. I came in waves, and as I did, Aunt Sarah
kept rubbing all along. Finally, my orgasm subsided, I could
hardly move I was so drained. I looked back to see Aunt Sarah
with a wicked grin on her face. When I saw it I was so
ashamed that I had received pleasure from a woman that I
turned crimson from head to toe. Before I had a chance to say
anything, Aunt Sarah forced the gag back into my mouth, and,
placing a blindfold over my eyes, sent me falling into
another level of helplessness.
..To be continued
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Tony Osterman
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