Auntie Chris
In my early teens I already had an obsession with smelling dirty knickers. My younger sister's cotton school knickers were my go to when I needed a wank. About once a month we would visit my aunt, my dad's sister, and my two cousins.
Cousin Lisa was twelve and Kerry fourteen when Auntie Chris caught me. I had excused myself from a trip to the social club so I could be alone in the house. There was a family washing basket in the bathroom but the girls never used it! Auntie Chris had to pick up their dirty clothes from their bedroom floor. They shared a bedroom at this point.
I don't know why she came back but when she did, and walked into the girl's bedroom, I was laying on my back on Kerry's bed, naked except for a pink cotton pair of Kerry's knickers, which my hard penis was making a huge bulge in. To my face I was holding the dirtiest pair of Lisa's white cotton school knickers that I could find. They smelled wonderful and were very stained. Lisa's knickers in particular were always stained and marked. I loved the marks in the back of her knickers particularly.
When I removed Lisa's knickers from my face, I noticed Auntie Chris standing over me, watching me masturbate in her daughter's knickers, I was horrified and immediately began pleading with her not to tell my mum. I was 14 at the time and pretty well developed with a large penis which, somehow was still hard and throbbing in the tight knickers. She was looking at the bulge it made when she snatched the dirty knickers from my hand and demanded I tell her what I was doing.
I tried to get up but she pushed me back down onto the bed and told me again to say what I was doing. Hesitatingly, feeling the heat of deep embarrassment infusing my face, I said something like "Please Auntie, I was sniffing Lisa's dirty knickers and touching my cock"
"And how old is my daughter, whose knickers you are obsessed with?"
"Lisa's 12 Auntie, the same age as my sister. Please don't tell my Mum, I promise I'll never do it again!"
Auntie Chris opened out my cousin Lisa's dirty school knickers, the ones I had been sniffing. "She is a dirty girl", she said and that she would talk to her about it, and punish her. This caught my attention as I knew the girl's got frequent good hidings. More than once I heard sobbing and smacks coming from upstairs.
Auntie Chris told me that my Mum would not be told what a filthy boy I was, but, and she made me wait for it, looking up at her... "I am going to punish you myself. You're going to get a bloody good hiding, do you understand?"
There was no choice, obviously: "Yes Auntie, you're going to smack my bottom like you do Kerry and Lisa". Her eyes never leaving mine, Auntie Chris unzipped her tight skirt and wriggled it down over her hips and let it fall to the floor. I had never seen stockings before. Auntie Chris had tan stockings, low on her thighs attached to a long. white suspender belt. Seeing her knickers, full size cotton ones in white, with pink roses, made me hard again, despite the impending smacking.
Over her lap I can feel her suspenders under me, digging in and, somehow, Lisa's dirty knickers are on the bed, near my head and within reach. She smacks me very hard and fast, bottom and legs. Overwhelmed since I had never been disciplined this way, I began to cry, sobbing just like the girls as Auntie Chris thoroughly smacked me. Somehow I was hard, really hard. Kerry's knickers had been been pulled down off my bottom and my penis was trapped under me, rubbing against Auntie Chris's stockings, and the suspender clasp, which hurt.
I am sobbing and pleading and being held down firmly when my Auntie moves my cousin's dirty knickers to my face, rubbing the stained cotton gusset against my nose. I hold the knickers there and as she smacks my bottom, I ejaculate over my Auntie Chris's stockings. This was why she removed her skirt, I now understood. I was now lifting my bottom for each stinging smack and my penis had dropped between my Auntie's thighs, each pulse of my ejaculation adding more cum to her thighs.
I am still humping my Auntie's lap when I realise she has stopped smacking me. My bottom is incredibly hot and sore. It feels swollen to twice its size and I imagine its a bright, glowing red. No wonder I heard my cousins crying when they were in this same room being punishmed.
I am told, pointedly, that if she ever catches me with my cousin's knickers again, she will punish my bottom with her hairbrush.
That hairbrush devastated my teenage bottom a number of times subsequently and every single time, while trying so hard not to, I would ejaculate over my Auntie's stockinged thighs, just as she wanted.
Cousin Lisa was twelve and Kerry fourteen when Auntie Chris caught me. I had excused myself from a trip to the social club so I could be alone in the house. There was a family washing basket in the bathroom but the girls never used it! Auntie Chris had to pick up their dirty clothes from their bedroom floor. They shared a bedroom at this point.
I don't know why she came back but when she did, and walked into the girl's bedroom, I was laying on my back on Kerry's bed, naked except for a pink cotton pair of Kerry's knickers, which my hard penis was making a huge bulge in. To my face I was holding the dirtiest pair of Lisa's white cotton school knickers that I could find. They smelled wonderful and were very stained. Lisa's knickers in particular were always stained and marked. I loved the marks in the back of her knickers particularly.
When I removed Lisa's knickers from my face, I noticed Auntie Chris standing over me, watching me masturbate in her daughter's knickers, I was horrified and immediately began pleading with her not to tell my mum. I was 14 at the time and pretty well developed with a large penis which, somehow was still hard and throbbing in the tight knickers. She was looking at the bulge it made when she snatched the dirty knickers from my hand and demanded I tell her what I was doing.
I tried to get up but she pushed me back down onto the bed and told me again to say what I was doing. Hesitatingly, feeling the heat of deep embarrassment infusing my face, I said something like "Please Auntie, I was sniffing Lisa's dirty knickers and touching my cock"
"And how old is my daughter, whose knickers you are obsessed with?"
"Lisa's 12 Auntie, the same age as my sister. Please don't tell my Mum, I promise I'll never do it again!"
Auntie Chris opened out my cousin Lisa's dirty school knickers, the ones I had been sniffing. "She is a dirty girl", she said and that she would talk to her about it, and punish her. This caught my attention as I knew the girl's got frequent good hidings. More than once I heard sobbing and smacks coming from upstairs.
Auntie Chris told me that my Mum would not be told what a filthy boy I was, but, and she made me wait for it, looking up at her... "I am going to punish you myself. You're going to get a bloody good hiding, do you understand?"
There was no choice, obviously: "Yes Auntie, you're going to smack my bottom like you do Kerry and Lisa". Her eyes never leaving mine, Auntie Chris unzipped her tight skirt and wriggled it down over her hips and let it fall to the floor. I had never seen stockings before. Auntie Chris had tan stockings, low on her thighs attached to a long. white suspender belt. Seeing her knickers, full size cotton ones in white, with pink roses, made me hard again, despite the impending smacking.
Over her lap I can feel her suspenders under me, digging in and, somehow, Lisa's dirty knickers are on the bed, near my head and within reach. She smacks me very hard and fast, bottom and legs. Overwhelmed since I had never been disciplined this way, I began to cry, sobbing just like the girls as Auntie Chris thoroughly smacked me. Somehow I was hard, really hard. Kerry's knickers had been been pulled down off my bottom and my penis was trapped under me, rubbing against Auntie Chris's stockings, and the suspender clasp, which hurt.
I am sobbing and pleading and being held down firmly when my Auntie moves my cousin's dirty knickers to my face, rubbing the stained cotton gusset against my nose. I hold the knickers there and as she smacks my bottom, I ejaculate over my Auntie Chris's stockings. This was why she removed her skirt, I now understood. I was now lifting my bottom for each stinging smack and my penis had dropped between my Auntie's thighs, each pulse of my ejaculation adding more cum to her thighs.
I am still humping my Auntie's lap when I realise she has stopped smacking me. My bottom is incredibly hot and sore. It feels swollen to twice its size and I imagine its a bright, glowing red. No wonder I heard my cousins crying when they were in this same room being punishmed.
I am told, pointedly, that if she ever catches me with my cousin's knickers again, she will punish my bottom with her hairbrush.
That hairbrush devastated my teenage bottom a number of times subsequently and every single time, while trying so hard not to, I would ejaculate over my Auntie's stockinged thighs, just as she wanted.
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