Chapter 1
Marva Dayton was already sniffling as she hesitantly lifted her brown cotton skirt and then, at her aunt's impatient gesture, caught up the hem of her ahite cotton petticoat beneath, and hoisted both garments up to her slim young waist. "PI-please, Aunt Edna, d-DONT SP-spank me, just this one time, please f she implored in a voice that threatened to break down at any moment, as could be judged from her trembling, full red lips and her dilated, misty eyes.
Edna Frobisher scowled and shook her head: "Absolutely not, young lady! You've had this coming for a long time, and you know it. And you can just be thankful I don't tell your uncle about how Mrs. Kedzie saw you flirting with one of those disgusting young toughs on a motorbike and in a leather jacket, or I'm sure he would take a strap to your behind! Now come get over my lap this minute, or I will tell him, after all!"
Tears blurred Marva Dayton's vision as she slowly and dolefully approached her gray-haired aunt, who sat, an imperious figure, in a straight backed chair beside the window of her bedroom which looked out on the pleasant little garden of the Dayton house on Sepulveda Street, at the northeast end of LaMesa, a thriving residential suburb of San Diego. Marva was fifteen, of medium height, her dark-brown hair cut in helmet style, her face heart-shaped, with large, ingenuous hazel eyes, a dainty snub nose, a full sweet mouth which was now tremulous as she approached the moment of anguish, and a warm olive-skinned complexion.
Her parents had separated when she was ten, and her father had been killed in a hunting accident in Baja California two years ago. A few months after that, her mother had remarried and moved to Buffalo, New York, leaving the teenager in the care of her.father's brother and his strict disciplinarian wife. Until that had happened, Marva Dayton had never known the ignominy of corporal punishment. But already, since that fateful day, she had been compelled to assume the classical spanking position over her aunt's lap on an average of three or even four times a month.
The very first time, to be sure, she hadn't prepared herself as she was now doing. She had sassed her uncle back over some now forgotten trifle, and he had angrily told Edna Dayton, "What this impertinent young lady needs is a paddy whacking, Edna! You look after it, and see that she minds her manners after this." And so to her consternation, the pretty brown-haired teenager had been ordered up to her aunt's bedroom, lectured at, and then commanded to lift her clothes and place herself over Edna Dayton's lap. She had tearfully begged off, stammering that she was too old for that and that she wouldn't ever do it again.
But Edna Dayton had strode to her, seized her by the elbow, and applying a few stinging slaps over the girl's bottom with the flat of her other hand, had pulled her down across her lap as she sat down on this very same chair, tugged up Marva's skirt and petticoat, and proceeded to apply a stinging spanking with her bony hand which had the girl in tears long before it ended.
But that wasn't all. In order to teach her niece how to obey orders from her elders, Edna Dayton, after giving the sobbing girl another scolding, had inserted her fingers under the waistband of her little white panties and tugged them down to Marva's knee-hollows. The flamingly spanked bare bottom had then been subjected to a further ordeal of twenty spanks from the wooden ruler in her aunt's hand. And when it was all over, as Marva lay weeping bitterly across Edna Dayton's lap, her aunt had informed her that henceforth, whenever she was considered naughty enough to be chastised, she would in future pull up her own clothes and place herself across her aunt's lap-or there would be an extra dose just as there had been this first time.
Consequently, the pretty teenager had had to conquer her pride and self-esteem and by now, fearing the penalty for disobedience, she had become meekly and fearfully submissive.
The procedure was invariably the same. First, a sound hand spanking over Marva'a panties, and then a pause of about two minutes during which her aunt scolded her and informed her why she was being spanked and warned her of harsher punishment if the misdemeanor recurred; then, the humiliating descent of her little panties down to her knees, and then either the ruler or the hairbrush. It was almost a ritual, and there were times when poor Marva felt sure that her aunt actually enjoyed punishing her in this childish, shameful way. But today, Marva knew, it was going to be the worst spanking she had ever gotten.
With a choking little sob, Marva laid herself down over her aunt's lap and almost dutifully as if out of long practiced habit, grasped the rungs of the chair to balance herself and to gain security. Her ripely contoured oval-shaped bottom-globes tensed and contracted nervously, in that understandable apprehension which always visits a culprit at spanking time. Also, she clenched her thighs and calves together very tightly, aware of the bareness of her legs, since she wore only red bobby socks. Her legs were glossy and smooth, the calves sinuous and high-set, with nervous muscles rippling and tensing constantly. Her thighs were gracefully slender, merging into the upstanding globes of her voluptuous virgin bottom with an exciting resilience and maturity of development.
Her aunt was in no hurry to proceed. Slowly, Edna Dayton rolled up the skirt and petticoat almost to her niece's armpits, and Marva shivered and sighed faintly as she crossed one lovely calf over the other, the toe of her loafer-shod left foot pressing down hard against the rug. This maneuver accentuated the play of her muscles, and also seemed to make her behind thrust out all the more to the oncoming chastisement.
Satisfied with this initial preparation, her aunt now inserted both thumbs with fingers under the waistband of the little panties and tugged them briskly down to Marva's knees. A little gasp burst from the culprit, and for an instant she glanced nervously up and back at her executioner. She saw the stern face, the spectacles which made Edna Dayton's face even more austere and imperious; and then she promptly bowed her head and closed her eyes and, shifting her fingers on the rung of the chair, miserably awaited the commencement of punishment.
Her previous spankings had taught her also to keep in position. Her aunt did not mind her crying and even kicking, but whenever she attempted to rush her hands back to cover up her burning posterior, or had slipped dangerously near the edge of her aunt's lap and might fall, Edna Dayton had promptly pulled her back with her left arm around her waist, scolded her niece and warned her that any such further tactics would mean extra spanks.
Nonetheless, it was extremely difficult for the lovely young teenager to accept such a punishment stoically, because the burning and smarting of her bare behind proved intolerable, especially when her aunt passed from a simple hand spanking to employment of the ruler or the hairbrush. At this moment, Marva did not know what her fate was to be, but she unhappily suspected the worst, for flirting with a boy was an unpardonable crime in her aunt's severe lexicon. Indeed, Marva had several times timidly asked if she might go out on a date with some prepossessing young male classmate, and her aunt had always indignantly forbidden this, "At least until you are seventeen and have a little more good sense than you do now, young lady!"
Now all of Marva's being was concentrated in the agonizing moment of waiting for the very first spank to sting her naked, twitching, upturned shrinking bottom-cheeks. Though by now she had learned that the contraction of her muscles would only increase the severity of the spanks, she still could not overcome the natural instinct to huddle and diminish her plump, developed bottom and to make it as small as possible under the emphatic slaps which her aunt's bony hand inflicted. There were times when Edna Dayton seemed to use her fingers as a kind of whip, flicking the already discovered and palpitating flesh, especially near the broadening crease which separated her niece's buttocks. These were atrociously painful, and they were almost invariably used when her aunt was vexed with her--just as now. Gloomily, the pretty brown-haired teenager uttered a soft sigh, almost of impatience in her yearning to have the ordeal begin and end that much more quickly.
But Edna showed not the least concern for her niece's feelings in this regard. She now calmly proceeded to pass her right palm over the shrinking globes of Marva's olive-skinned behind, while the young girl nervously and feverishly shifted her legs and crossed the left calf over its delightful twin, the toe of her raised loafer agitatedly moving this way and that while the muscles in her legs ripped and flexed convulsively.
Edna was forty-four, and her husband forty-six. They had not been blessed with children of their own, and although she seemed austere and cold, that was very deceptive. Her niece was yet too naive to comprehend the true emotions which she felt when holding the girl across her lap in this shameful pose, the panties drawn down to the knees, the bare behind arched up and quivering as it proffered itself, her left arm tucked tightly around the slim bare waist, and her right palm pressing intimately over her victim's bottom-cheeks and near the crease as if to proclaim possession of this delectable, virginal posterior.
For it was true that Edna savored the sexual aspect of corporal punishment. At night, in a black nylon nightie and with makeup such as her niece would never have recognized, her body scented with perfume, the childless and mature woman caressed her still ardent husband and whispered to him the salacious details of Marva's punishment. She would do that tonight, and she closed her eyes for a moment and thought of the hours to come when her still quite virile husband would fuck her and then, if her story really inflamed him, as she would try to make it do, perhaps use his mouth between her thighs and draw her to exquisite hot come.
She was thinking of this now as for a moment she closed her eyes and pressed her right palm down against the gently swelling base of her niece's right ass-cheek. Marva groaned faintly, and once again uncrossed her long slim legs, this time bearing down with the toes of both loafers against the rug. The muscles flowed and tremored in her bare sleek back and legs, as she endured the almost interminable prolongation of her chastisement.
Then suddenly she felt her aunt's left arm tighten around her waist, infallibly the signal that the punishment was about to start. At the same moment, her aunt's right hand rose, hovered a moment and then fell with a Smackk!
The girl's face lifted, her eyes widening, her lips forming a plaintive O, and she sucked in her breath at the vigor of that spank. Judging from the vigorous impact of her olive-sheened right buttock just below the summit, Marva had the disconsolate feeling that this was going to be perhaps the hardest spanking she had ever gotten from Aunt Edna.
The second spank fell, on the left cheek at about the same place. There were two bright pink outlines of Edna's palm on the flawlessly smooth bare skin of her niece's now visibly squirming posterior. Marva felt not only the tingling smart of those first two spanks, but also the shameful awareness of her nudity. Her surprisingly hairy virgin pussy was pressed snug-gly over her aunt's lap, and the slightest movement on her part would produce a friction which Edna anticipated and, indeed, eagerly awaited.
Once again her aunt's hand landed with a crisp intonation, this time against the outer edge of the right hip. It stung painfully, and Marva was forced to gasp and also to squirm uneasily. Once again her lovely bare legs crossed, this time the right ankle rubbing against the left, the right loafer waggling to and fro in evidence of discomfort.
The fourth, then the fifth almost immediately thereafter, fell, both on the left buttock, the first spank imparting a bright pink hue to the outer edge of the left hip, the next one flattening the left summit where the flesh was fullest and most elastic. Marva raised her face again, her eyes very wide and filming with hot tears, and once again her lovely red lips formed an even more expressive O as a muffled gasp of "Ooooooh!" escaped her.
Once again she uncrossed her ankles. During the spanking, under the onus of extra punishment if she should get out of position, it became an ever-increasingly difficult ordeal for the pretty brown-haired teenager to find a completely comfortable posture in which to endure the stinging avalanche of spanks, for as her bottom grew progressively warmer, her nervous system was prone to react involuntarily. Even though she always told herself at the outset of punish-
U merit that she would be very brave and try not to "act up," she invariably was never able to keep this resolve, and towards the end of the punishment was always kicking and twisting and weaving her blazing hips this way and that as she begged for pardon.
Edna paused now, pretending to adjust her niece's position over her lap, her left arm drawing the girl closer towards her. Marva gasped aloud again, shifting her slim little fingers and taking a tighter hold on the rung of the punishment chair. Once more she crossed her ankles, this time the left one over the right, and long spasmodic tremors ran along her calves and thighs and through the jouncy naked ovals of her beautiful virgin ass.
Edna's right palm once again seemed to caress those temptingly jutting fleshy globes, and again Marva shivered, closed her eyes and tried to shrink herself into nothingness. This palpation was intensely humiliating to the young girl, but she knew very well the useless-ness of protesting. The best thing to do was to grin and bear it, fir if she aroused her aunt's rancor, the reprisal could be extremely painful.
Satisfied with the girl's reactions during this prelude to the chastisement, her gray-haired executioner once again raised her right hand and delivered three stinging slaps, distributed all over the shivering naked behind. The first landed on the lower right summit, the second on the left upper summit, while the third smacked painfully right over the shadowy groove which separated those twin ovals of tender young girl-flesh.
"Ohhh-ohh, Aunt Edna, it hurts!" Marva was moved to gasp out in a trembling voice as her tearstained face turned back imploringly towards the stern visage of her aunt. Her uppermost leg kicked up, resumed its pressure against the other tautly posed leg, and a convulsive shiver seemed to run through her bare hips. By now, the bright pink marks of the spanking stood out lasciviously against the warm pure olive tone of the smooth naked skin. There were tiny little twitching to be observed in both bottom globes now, as well as along the upper thighs, while the muscles of Marva's lovely bare calves tensed, relaxed, only to tense and flex again.
Once again there was an agonizing pause. Edna once again adjusted the curve of her left arm around the smooth warm bare waist of the culprit, once again passed her right palm quickly, this time, over the shivering naked asscheeks. Then again her hand rose and plummeted down, landing with an authoritative and noisy impact on the fleshy peak of the right buttock where it was ripest in contour.
"Owwww! Ohh, that hurts, Aunt Edna, I'll be good, I didn't mean to do anything wrong, oh please, please don't spank so hard!" her niece sobbed. Now the lovely legs uncrossed and the toes of the loafers jammed down hard against the rug, as once again Marva turned her flushed and tearstained face back to her implacable executioner.
Her aunt's palm pressed against the stinging flesh which it had smacked, as Edna coldly retorted, "don't try to beg off this early, young lady! If I've told you once, I've told you a hundred times, you aren't to talk to strange boys, and especially not one of those young hoodlums on a motorbike. Haven't your uncle and I told you that there's a gang of those vicious young brutes riding up and down the highways, just spoiling for trouble? You're too young to know what terrible things they can do to decent young girls, Marva, but I'm going to see that you don't get into any such mischief. Now then, get ready, I haven't even started!"
"Oh, d-dear!" Marva groaned, as she bowed down her flushed face once more, closed her eyes, and desperately tried to take a firmer grip on the rung of the punishment chair. Her legs had begun to tremble because of the muscular strain of thrusting her loafer toes down hard against the throw rug. She felt it slip slightly, as she squirmed uneasily, trying to adjust herself to a more comfortable pose, and always failing. Just as she was trying to find it, her aunt's hand descended once again and seemingly with greater force than ever, flattening the base of her left bottom-cheek. Her right leg kicked up frantically, her hips arched and jerked, then ground back down over her aunt's lap as she cried out, "Awwrrr, oh don't, Aunt Edna, I'll be a good girl, he was just asking me how to get to San Diego, honest he was, I-I wasn't flirting with him or anything like that, honest I wasn't!"
"You should have just walked away from him and kept your mouth shut, young lady. Maybe this will teach you what to do the next time-and there had better not be a next time either."
Smack! Crack! Thwack! Smack! Four stinging times, her aunt's bony right hand descended on Marva's lovely naked ass, two to the right cheek, two to the left, each of the four spanks angrily reddening the plump summits of that delightfully mature virgin bottom.
This time, both of Marva's pretty legs ticked up and waved wildly in the air, and for an exquisite moment, her aunt's eyes were able to fix on the girl's naked loins and see the dark-brown curls of pussy-hair which framed the adorable pink slit of her niece's virgin cunthole. "Oww-weeeee! Oh don't, Aunt Edna, oh gosh, oh let up, oh give me a minute, oh please, it hurts so!" the culprit wailed.
But now, as if in righteous indignation, Edna pulled her niece closer to her with her left arm, and then began to spank quickly and harshly, her palm smacking noisily all over the weaving, jerking, lunging and twisting naked bottom of the pretty teenager. Her eyes glinting and narrowed, her lips set in a thin, merciless line, Edna now sought to taste the perverse sensual joys of subjugating this lovely young girl, of drinking in her frantic gyrations and her cries and tears and pleas.
Her hand rose and fell for fully three minutes without stopping, and Marva gave up all attempts at stoicism. Her legs kicking the air, till one of her loafers flew off and thudded against the wall near the door, her face twisted back, her hands lifting from the rung of the chair and plunged into fists of anguished suffering, she supplicated for mercy: "Ahhrrr-oh don't-oh it hurts so-oh please, not in the same place all the time, please, Aunt E d n aOwwwwuuuuu-ahrrrrrr-oh I'll be good, I'll be so good! Awww-rrrrrouuuuu!! Oh please let up, oh just give me a minute, oh you're killing me, Aunt Edna, I can't stand it, oh my poor bottom-owwww-eeeowwww! Oh please stop, I'll be good, I won't ever do it again, honest I won't ever, only stop, stop!"
Finally, as the hail of stinging, fiery spanks continued without abatement and, indeed, with apparently increasing force, the pretty brown-haired culprit committed the blunder which her aunt had hoped for. As a new spank landed over the crease of the now flaming ass-cheeks, pinching the inner edges of the quivering globes together, Marva wailed and rushed her hands back in a futile and pathetic attempt to cover up.
"What did I tell you about that before, young lady!" Edna scolded. "Just for that, you're going to get an extra dose. Now give me your hands. I said, give me your hands, young lady! That's it. Now we'll see if you'll try to get away or cover up again!"
Sobbing as if her heart would break, Marva had grudgingly put her wrists together at the small of her back, and Edna now gripped them with her left hand. At the same time, she swung her right leg out from under the squirming thighs of the victim, and clamped it tightly around Marva's sinuous bare calves.
Then, exhaling a breath of sensual gloating, she resumed the spanking. With deliberately slower and harsher spanks, raising her hand up high, hovering it a moment, and then bringing it down with full impact, she made Marva's bare reddening ass jump and bound, flatten and contract, yawn and squirm and jerk uncontrollably as the girl, casting aside all bravery now, sobbed, screamed, and pleaded hysterically, her congested face constantly turning back to the flushed and severe visage of her relentless executioner.
At last, breathing hard, her high-set orange-like breasts swelling voluminously, Edna stopped, keeping her palm pressed against the last place it had spanked, and surveyed her cruel handiwork.
Marva's once olive-sheened behind was every bit a violent, flaming red. The cheeks twitched, gaped and clenched, as interminable spasms had their way with the luscious virginal bottom ovals.
Marva lay sobbing as if her heart would break, her legs constantly crossing and uncrossing, her wrists convulsively jerking against her aunt's grip.
"Now, do you know why you're being spanked, young lady?" Edna demanded in a harsh, trembling voice which betrayed her own sadistic emotions.
"Ohhh-ahhhh-oh-oh golly, don't, not anymore, I'll be good-it's because-because I talked to that fellow-I didn't mean any harm, honest I didn't, oh please let me off now, I just can't stand anymore, honest I can't, Aunt Edna!" Marva feverishly sobbed.
"I'm afraid, young lady, you are going to have to learn this lesson once and for all, so that it will sink in. When I think of the awful danger you exposed yourself to by even talking to that vicious young hoodlum, I'm almost sick with worry. Now then, get up and get me the hairbrush. It's lying there on the dresser. And while you're at it, you might as well take your panties off entirely."
"Oh noooo!! Oh not the hairbrush, not now, oh my gosh, Aunt Edna, I'll die, I know I'll die, oh please no more, oh you've spanked me so hard already, I can't take the hairbrush, honest I can't!" Her niece pleaded amid broken sobs and convulsive shudders as once again her face turned back to implore mercy.
"Perhaps you would rather have your uncle talk to you this evening, then?" the gray-haired woman sarcastically declared.
"Oh no! Oh gosh, don't tell him, oh don't tell him, I'll be good!"
"Then go get the hairbrush the way I told you to, and take those panties off this minute!" Edna lifted her right hand and applied another stinging smack to the base of her niece's right bottom-cheek.
"Owwwuuu, I'll do it, oh please no more, I'll do it!" Marva squealed and awkwardly, sobbing as if her heart would break, managed to rise from her aunt's lap. Edna steadied the girl by grasping her waist with both hands and righting her. Then, tears running down her cheeks, her head bowed, Marva painfully hobbled over to the dresser and gingerly picked up the old-fashioned black wooden hairbrush, its flat back shaped in oval form to match the contours of her already violently reddened hindquarters.
Then, remembering her aunt's command, she wincingly stooped and tugged her white panties down to her ankles, then stepped out of them. Then, picking up the hairbrush, she came slowly back in front of her aunt and to the latter's right and handed her the hairbrush, a ritual which made her burst into fresh tears of anguished despair.
"Very well, Marva, pull your skirt and petticoat up again as high as you can and get back over my lap this minute!" was the order.
"Ohhh-pi-please, not t-t-too h-hard, aunt Edna, please!" her niece pathetically sobbed as she pulled up her clothes and once again, trembling violently in her despairing anguish, lowered herself over Edna's lap.
Posing the hairbrush on the small of the girls back, her aunt once again tucked up the skirt and petticoat almost to Marva's armpits. Then once again she slid her right leg out from under the trembling body of the victim, clamped it securely over Marva's calves, and then commanded, "put your hands back now, I'm not going to give you another chance to cover up!"
"Oh please don't, I'll be good, please don't spank too hard, please!" Marva implored as she obeyed.
Her aunt grasped the slim young wrists with her left hand, stared down at the girl's fiery-hued naked ass, then lifted the hairbrush and brought it down with an angry, Thwackkkk!
"Eeeeyowwwwouuu! Ahhrrr! Ow, it hurts so, oh you're killing me, oh I won't ever do it again, only stop, oh please don't use the hairbrush, please? Marva cried out stridently, her bottom jerking up and to this side and then that before she again flattened herself over her aunt's lap. Her wrists jerked frantically at her aunt's grip, but in vain.
"Count twenty-five, young lady! And I want to hear every one loud and clear, or else you'll get extras!" was the cruel sentence. The hairbrush landed just after it, on the lower left buttock, and Marva screamed out, "Owwwahhrrr, one, oh one, oh please let me off, not so many, please, Aunt Edna!"
But the dominatrix was heartless to this pitiful supplication. At intervals of about ten seconds between spanks, she raised the black wooden hairbrush and descended it against the quaking, inflamed oval cheeks of her niece's burning ass. The angry red grew darker, and here and there, there were livid splotches where repeated blows of hand and hairbrush had made impact with the tender flesh. Marva screamed and pleaded, sometimes losing the count when she was seized by a flurry of convulsive sobs. It was not actually until thirty-three spanks later that the "official" punishment was concluded with her screaming out "Awwrrrowwwouuu, twenty-five, oh it's over, oh it's over, oh I'm dying, Aunt Edna, I'll never do it again, oh golly, ohhhh, it's over now!"
'There," her aunt said in a trembling, hoarse voice which once again showed her furious sexually excitement. "Maybe you won't be quite so free to flirt with those young hoodlums the next time. Now get up, young lady, put your clothes in order, and then you may go to your room and wait there until it's suppertime. I'm going to tell your uncle what a naughty girl you were, so you'd better behave or he might take it into his head to give you an extra dose."
"Oh no, oh I'd die, oh not anymore, please don't tell him, I'll do anything you want, only please don't tell!" Marva wailed as she painfully stood up, her hands at once plunging to her discolored bottom, trying to rub away the furious heat which this double spanking had engendered.
Her clothes remained fucked up above her waist, and thus she exposed herself from the belly down to the ankles, deliciously naked and provocative, the thick bush of her virgin cunt hair turned towards her aunt's glistening eyes.
But not even she, and still less her aunt, could have foreseen that this punishment was not to keep her as a victim from the marauding cruelties of the Leather Tanners!