Cutting His Own Switch

Continued from chapter 14:

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?”

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She stands abruptly, circling behind my chair. Her hands come to rest on my shoulders, kneading gently as she looms over me. Her breath is hot against my ear as she speaks, her words sending shivers down my spine.

“No, no, my dear nephew. Your debt is far from paid. We have all night ahead of us, and I intend to make the most of it.”

She steps back, surveying me with a critical eye. She lets out a dramatic sigh.

“I think we need one last spanking to pay for all, Ero. One last bout of tears. I think I'm going to get you good and naked. I'm not sure what I'm going to spank you with yet, but this one really needs to hurt to teach you a good lesson.”

She pauses, her eyes gleaming with a dark intensity.

“Then I am going to tie you to the bed and make love to you. And when you make a good creamy squirt for me, I'm going to sit on your face and feed it to you, my dear. We're going to make a hot cream pie together, and you're going to enjoy it while I enjoy you eating it out of me.”

I smile, knowing there is no way out of this. I decide to go along with it.

“Is that all, Aunt Nora?” I say it, grinning.

Nora’s eyes flash with dark delight at my eager acceptance of her depraved plans. She circles back around to face me, her movements predatory and purposeful.

“Oh, you have no idea how happy it makes me to hear you agree so readily,” she purrs, cupping my face almost tenderly before gripping my chin firmly.

“Such an obedient boy, so willing to submit to whatever torments and pleasures I devise for you.”

She steps back, surveying me with a critical eye.

“First things first—off with these pesky clothes. I want you bare and ****, at my mercy. Strip for me, Ero. Slowly. Let me admire every inch of the canvas I'll be working with.”

As she helps me out of my robe, slipping the chemise seductively over my head, my bottom still stings with lingering sensations. My arousal is undeniable, and I tremble with anticipation as she produces four long satin handkerchiefs.

“Face down, sweetie, spread for me, and let me tie you while I decide how I’m going to spank you next…”

Her eyes light up with a wicked idea as she runs into the kitchen, returning with a pair of garden shears.

“Before I tie you, Ero, would you be a dear and cut me five switches from the backyard? Make sure they are strong and whippy…”

My erection bobs obscenely, already leaking with anticipation. She licks her lips, a predatory gleam in her eye.

“Mmm, look at you, so hard and ready,” she croons, trailing a finger down my chest and stomach, stopping just short of my straining cock.

“Such an eager little slut for your auntie. But patience, my pet. We have all night to explore the depths of your depravity.”

With a wicked grin, she presents the garden shears to me.

“Run along now, fetch me those switches like a good boy. And do try to choose ones that will really sting—I want to see welts rise on your delicate skin.”

Naked, I hurry to cut the switches from her tree in the backyard, moving quickly so the neighbors don’t see me. Trembling with anticipation, I return and hand them to Nora.

She takes the switches from me, running them through her fingers appraisingly.

“Excellent choices, Ero,” she says, a cruel smile playing at her lips. “These will do nicely for what I have planned.”

Setting the switches aside, she picks up the satin handkerchiefs and begins to circle me predatorily.

“Now then, let’s get you secured, shall we? I want you helpless and at my mercy.”

With deft movements, she ties me, starting with my wrists and ankles. She pulls the restraints taut, ensuring I’m spread-eagle and completely immobilized.

Nora takes a moment to admire her handiwork, trailing a finger along my bound limbs.

“There we are, nice and snug,” she observes. “You look absolutely divine like this, nephew. So exposed, so ****. Ready for anything I might want to do to you.”

I can see nothing as I am tied face down over a couple of pillows so my hips are raised in perfect position. Nora's heels click around me as she gets into position. I whimper as she taps the first switch on my bottom.

The sharp crack of the switch splitting the air is followed immediately by a searing line of agony across my upturned cheeks. I howl in pain, my body convulsing against the satin holding me in place.

“Yes, that's it! Scream for me, nephew! Let the whole neighborhood hear what a pathetic, pain-slutty little boy you are for your aunt!” Nora crows gleefully, raining down a flurry of blows on my writhing bottom.

SSSWICK! SSSWICK! SSSWICK! SSSWICK! SSSWICK!

The switch leaves angry red welts in its wake, each strike drawing a fresh yelp from my throat. Tears stream down my face, smearing the pillow beneath my cheek.

“Count them out, Ero! I want to hear how many I've given you!”

SSSWICK! SSSWICK! SSSWICK! SSSWICK! SSSWICK!

The switch finds my bottom again and again as Nora paints it with fire. I scream, gibber and howl in misery as the satin holds me in place for my whipping. After about forty slashes to my bottom, the switch breaks.

I whimper, sobbing as Nora says-

“That was a good switch, Ero. Forty-two slashes. It's a good thing you cut four more…”

She tosses the broken switch aside, admiring the vivid red welts crisscrossing my throbbing bottom. She runs her nails lightly over the abused flesh, relishing my whimpers and twitches.

“Forty-two,” she repeats, a note of pride in her voice. “Such a good boy, taking your punishment so bravely. But we're far from finished, my pet.”

She retrieves another switch, flexing it menacingly.

“Since you were so helpful in providing me with ample tools, I think you deserve a special reward. I'm going to use every single one of these until they're nothing but splinters.”

She positions herself to my side, the new switch poised to strike.

“Brace yourself, Ero. This is going to hurt like hell.”

To be continued in chapter 16...