Auntie is So Proud of You

Continued from chapter 13:

Her hand spanks in time with the hand stroking my penis with satin. I can't do it; we're not even halfway to five minutes, and I feel my testicles constrict, the point of no return rocketing up my shaft…

“Aunt Nora! I'm sorry! I can't! I can't! I can't! Aunt NNNOOOOOORRRRRAAAA!!!!”

As my world-shattering climax crashes over me, Nora works my cock furiously, wringing out every last drop of my release into the bunched-up satin. She milks me through the aftershocks, prolonging my pleasure even as my prostate spasms and my balls clench.

“Yessss, that's it Ero! Cum for me! Fill up your pretty panties like the **** slut you are!” she cries triumphantly, spanking me through my orgasm, the pain mixing deliciously with the overwhelming ecstasy.

As the final spurts dribble out, Nora scoops up the messy, cum-soaked fabric and brings it to my face.

“Open wide, nephew. Time to clean up the mess you made.”

She shoves the semen-filled panties into my mouth, muffling my protests. Globs of hot semen come loose from the satin, and I swallow them down, the sticky texture causing me to gag as it coats my throat and mouth. A long string of semen drools from my tip, and Nora grins at me.

She produces a sturdy-looking, wooden paddle, smacking it against her palm, causing me to whimper.

“All fours, Ero,” she grins. “Face down, bottom up. Auntie is going to paint your back porch red…”

Chapter 14:

Nora admires the debauched sight of me, sprawled out submissively with my spent cock still drooling weakly and the musky evidence of my shame stuffed in my mouth. She trails the cool wood of the paddle down my spine, savoring my shudder and whimper.

“That's it, present yourself like the naughty boy you are,” she commands, giving my reddened bottom a warning tap.

“I'm going to teach you a lesson you won't soon forget. By the time I'm done, sitting will be agony, and the memory of this spanking will haunt your every thought.”

She positions herself beside my upturned rear, raising the paddle high.

“Remember, you brought this upon yourself, Ero. Twenty-five swats, and you'd better count them out loud.”

SPLAT!

The paddle finds my bottom as I scream into the panties, freeing another blob of cum, which I slowly swallow as the paddle finds me again and again…

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

The paddle rains down on my tender flesh, each stinging swat eliciting a muffled yelp from behind the cum-soaked gag. Nora maintains a brutal pace, determined to leave her mark on me both physically and mentally.

SPLAT!

“Th-thirteen, thank you Aunt Nora!”

SPLAT!

“Fourteen, spank me Aunt Nora!”

I manage to **** out between sobs, my voice strained and tearful. Tears stream down my face, smearing my mascara as the unrelenting punishment pushes me to my emotional limit.

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

The paddle connects with my sit spots, the sensitive crease where my bottom meets my thighs. I convulse with each impact, fresh tears springing to my eyes as the pain radiates through my core.

SPLAT!

“Sixteen, thank you Aunt Nora!”

SPLAT!

“Seventeen, spank me Aunt Nora.”

My counting grows more labored, interspersed with pitiful whimpers and sniffs.

I break, screaming in surrender as Nora finishes my paddling. I sob into the comforter, only partially aware of her rubbing cold cream into my punished skin…

As my anguished screams fade into hiccuping sobs, Nora sets the paddle aside and gently turns me over onto my back. She cradles my tear-stained face, wiping away the tears and snot with a soft cloth.

“Shhh, there there, my sweet boy,” she coos, her tone uncharacteristically tender as she applies a soothing balm to my blazing red bottom.

“You took your punishment like a champ. Auntie is so proud of you.”

She helps me sit up carefully, mindful of my tender flesh, and retrieves a glass of water. Holding it to my lips, she allows me to sip gratefully.

“There's a good lad. Drink up, you'll need to stay hydrated for what comes next.”

She helps me to my feet and leads me to the bathroom, washing my face and making me blow my nose several times like a small child. My bottom is still on fire, but the balm helps. The rumpled satin of my chemise and robe falls back over my punished bottom like a seductive silk curtain.

“Let's get you fed, baby,” Nora grins and leads me, still sniffling, into the kitchen.

As I sit gingerly on the chair, wincing slightly as my tender bottom makes contact with the seat, Nora bustles about the kitchen preparing a hearty meal. The aroma of simmering tomato sauce and sizzling meatballs fills the air, making my stomach growl despite my earlier ordeal.

“There we go, nice and comfy,” she says brightly as she sets a steaming plate of spaghetti and meatballs in front of me, the rich scent making my mouth water.

“Eat up now, you'll need your strength for later.”

Nora takes a seat beside me, twirling a forkful of pasta and holding it to my lips like a doting mother feeding her child.

“Open wide, sweetheart. Let's get some of this yummy food into that tummy, shall we?”

I open and eat submissively at her command, still catatonic from the post-orgasmic and post-spanking stupor I find myself in.

Nora beams with satisfaction as I obediently open my mouth, allowing her to feed me bite by bite. She hums softly, clearly enjoying the intimate act of nourishing me.

“That's my good boy,” she praises, dabbing a bit of sauce from the corner of my mouth with a napkin.

“You're doing so well, taking care of yourself for me. I'm very pleased.”

As the meal progresses, Nora keeps up a gentle stream of chatter, her melodic voice soothing my frayed nerves.

“You know, Ero, moments like these remind me so much of when you were little. Always getting into mischief, always needing guidance and discipline. But you've grown into such a handsome, responsive young man. Your auntie is very proud.”

I swallow the last bite of meatball.

“Soooo, is that it, Aunt Nora? Is my debt repaid in full, or do you have more plans for me tonight?”

Nora's eyes sparkle with mischief as she sets down her fork, a slow, wicked smile spreading across her face. She leans in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

“Oh, my sweet summer child,” she purrs, trailing a finger along my jawline.

“Do you really think our evening is over? That I would let you off the hook so easily?”

To be continued in chapter 15...