Chapter 1
At fifteen, Donna was what could be called typical of her age group. She was quite pretty, a better than average student and had a bright, cheerful personality. Sex was never discussed in her home, so that what she knew on that subject was what she heard from other girls.
At the end of the school term, her parents were to go to Europe while Donna went to live with an aunt and uncle in a coastal village. The couple were in their forties, their children had grown and left home and the two enjoyed a comfortable life in a big home with an exciting view of ocean and forest.
Donna liked the couple and looked forward to a pleasant summer with them. She had gotten over her hurt at not having been taken to Europe with her parents, had accepted the fact, though unspoken, that she would have been in the way had she gone with them.
Her aunt and uncle showed her around the village, pointing out the places that might be of interest to her, introduced her to some of the girls and gave her a rundown of the family rule of no dating.
On her second evening there, Donna went to a beach party with a mixed group. She returned to the house an hour beyond the curfew hour to find her aunt and uncle quite worried. Donna explained what had happened, but saw that the couple remained unimpressed.
More calmly than her parents would have been, her aunt explained that she had broken the rules, then she went on to tell Donna that she was going to be spanked in the same way their own daughters had been when they broke the rules.
Donna had never been spanked, but knew girls who had been and they had reported that it hadn't been so bad.
Donna guessed that her aunt would take her to a bedroom, give her the promised spanking and then it would be all over. Instead, the woman got up from the couch on which she had been sitting, went to sit on an armless chair and called Donna to her. As the girl obeyed, her aunt reached for the fastenings of her tight pants and began to open them.
"Oh Auntie," she gasped, "not here. Please, not with Uncle in the room."
"Be still, dear," the woman told her, her tone a warm, pleasant one. "I told you, you would be spanked just the way our daughters always were. Spanking has always been a family affair here, not something to be done in secret as though it were a shameful thing."
With a little intake of breath, the woman brought her right hand down with the first spank, holding onto the spot she smacked for a second, then the hand moved up and came down on the other cheek.
The spanks stung, but the pain was not terrible, Donna decided. Subconsciously, in the beginning, she felt a certain vague comfort and consolation in the closeness and warmth of her aunt's body and thighs.
As the sting in her nether cheeks became more intense, Donna began to sob and cry while the hand continued to rise and fall in a slap slapping rhythm which indicated that it had done the same thing many times before.
And then the spanking was finished and the warm hand of the woman rubbed and patted Donna's tingling buttocks while she comforted her victim, telling her that punishment was finished and they were friends still.
"Now dear, you may kiss your uncle and me good night and go to bed," her aunt said as she helped the sobbing girl off her lap.
"No dear," the woman said when Donna would have pulled her pants and panties up, "the spanked one must walk to her bedroom with her bum uncovered as a reminder of the embarrassment of being spanked."
Obediently, Donna kissed her aunt, then had to turn and walk to her uncle, both hands holding her pants, her body bared to his gaze, her pretty face flushed as brightly as her other cheeks.
She kissed him on the cheek, turned and walked as fast as her lowered pants and panties would permit, her red cheeks jouncing excitingly with each step. Although she didn't look back, Donna felt eyes on her bare behind as she went out into the hall and mounted the steps.
Her sobbing had stopped by the time she reached the top of the steps and instead of going to her room, Donna went into the bathroom. Seconds later, she heard her aunt and uncle hurry up the steps.
"Christ, hurry," she heard her uncle say in an urgent whisper, "or I'll go off in my pants."
"Shhh," her aunt replied. A second later, the door of their bedroom closed.
Donna suddenly lost her urge to urinate as she was swept up with a wild excitement. Exciting things were happening as a result of her spanking and that she couldn't really understand them didn't lessen the wild excitement she felt.
Donna left the bathroom and crept cautiously along the hall to the door of the bedroom where her aunt and uncle had gone. Light spilled through the keyhole and the door and trembling, Donna crouched, her eye against the little hole.
Her aunt stood naked, her body big, white and smooth looking, causing a fresh wave of excitement to sweep over the girl. A stronger wave followed, one which almost made her cry out as the man bared his frighteningly big, rampant penis and the hairy sac which looked so big below as it swung between his strong, hairy thighs.
The two fell onto the bed and began writhing, kissing passionately as they fondled each other in mounting lust. Donna trembled with anticipation as she assumed she was going to see them having sexual intercourse, but as her aunt lay on her back with her legs up and open to display her wide crotch, the man surprised her.
Instead of getting onto the woman and plunging his stiff penis into her, he moved down on the bed until he was able to get his face into her crotch.
"Oh yes, darling," the woman groaned, a look of pain on her face, "lap me, suck my cunt before I die. Oh darling, I'm so horny. Oh ... oooh ... Heavens, that's so good ... lick, darling, lick ... suck ... "
Donna sensed that her aunt was trying to be quiet but that in her wild arousal, she couldn't. She heard her announce in a harsh whisper that she was coming, then her legs kicked high and her big, naked body jerked violently.
After that, Donna did see them having sexual intercourse as the man approached his wife, his right hand holding his long, strong looking penis, the skin drawn back to reveal the big head.
The woman groaned deeply as he fumbled in her crotch, then pushed his penis into the wet-looking gash there. Falling on her, he began stroking as her arms held him and she kept moaning, telling him how good it felt and how she wanted him to ride her as hard as he could.
The ride ended much more quickly than the girl expected, the man's body jerking and twitching as his naked partner held him with her arms and legs, her big behind jerking high.
When the man dismounted, his penis was so much smaller and so soft and soggy looking that Donna did not want to continue looking at it. Instead, she slipped quietly back to her bedroom and closed the door softly behind her. She undressed hurriedly, her mind a maze of hot, erotic thoughts and mental pictures, then she slipped into bed without putting her nightie on.
Instinct sent a hand between her thighs where it was warm and soft and terribly exciting. She had masturbated before and knew she would do it again. Her fingers found the hard little passion bud then and she began to stroke it.
Donna wasn't capable of conscious thought at the time, not until orgasm rocked her and removed the rough edges of lust. After that, while her hand stayed in her crotch, she began to fit the pieces of the erotic puzzle together to form a picture which made her tremble again.
She had been spanked supposedly for having broken the rules, but it was also very much for the enjoyment of her aunt and uncle, she realized. The baring and spanking of her behind had driven them both wild and sent them hurrying to the bedroom to strip naked and meet in erotic embrace.
Most exciting of all, to Donna, had been seeing her uncle suck the woman's crotch and listening to the moans and groans of the woman, recalling the words she had used, words Donna would never have expected her to use ... "Suck my cunt ... lick, darling ... I'm coming ... "
Recalling the words proved to be a heady wine, so much so that Donna slipped a finger into her hot, virginal slit and began stroking her clitoris again.
Her buttocks still tingled and the feeling was deliriously exciting. If there had been a measure of discomfort in the actual spanking, there was none in the aftermath as little pins and needles of fire danced in her warm nether cheeks.
Donna climaxed for the second time and by then, the excitement of spanking and of sex had blended into one joyous act of sex. And with it, forming the exciting highlight, was the exciting recollection of the man's face going into the woman's crotch and of the thrilling sucking and licking he had given her.
Throwing off the sheet, Donna looked down at her crotch and thighs. As the tips of her fingers played there, she tried to imagine the head of a man there, a specific man, her uncle.
In her fantasy, he was fully aroused from having spanked her. His organ was stiff and throbbing with desire for her body. He begged to be allowed to put his penis into her slit, but she refused.
"No Uncle," she whispered, "first you must suck and lick my hot cunt. That's it, Uncle, keep sucking my cunt ... oooh, that's it ... my bum is hot from the nice spanking and now my cunt is hot ... suck me off ... suck my cunt and make me come now ... ooh, I'm coming in my cunt ... suck ... suck ... suck ... "
Through her fantasy, one finger had played the role of the fantasy tongue of her uncle and the orgasm she experienced was very real indeed as were her cries and groans.
Only when the storm passed and her voice became quiet again did Donna realize that in the throes of the strong fantasy, she had lost control of herself and had been crying out loudly.
Guiltily, she pulled the sheet back over her body, sure that she had been heard and that someone would come to investigate. She heard the quiet sound of someone moving away from her door and her heart sank as she grasped the significance of it.
Just as she had peeked into the bedroom while her aunt and uncle were making erotic love, so had someone been peeking into her room while she indulged in a sexual fantasy that had seemed as real as the real thing she had witnessed.
Whoever it was, aunt or uncle, the peeper had been able to look directly into her wide open crotch, had seen her fingering herself and had heard her words and her aroused cries.
Donna wanted to die of shame, but her tired body wanted to sleep. Her body won, but she woke in the morning with guilt and shame still strong in her.