Bath

Smith lay limp at Julie’s feet, his breath short and ragged, his eyes filled with tears of laughter, his face covered in dried chocolate and powdered sugar. Julie was still laughing, running her finger along Smith’s cheek and drawing a fresh line of chocolate.

“I can’t do it anymore… Julie… stop it…” Smith whispered, his voice trembling.

Julie looked at him for a moment, then stood up with a mischievous smile, picked Smith up like a light, wet doll, and carried him to the bathroom. “It’s time for the little one’s bath!”

Smith tried to resist, but his body was no longer strong. “Julie… I can do it myself…”

“Shh! Dirty children bathe in their aunt’s arms!”

It was Juliet’s big bathroom, a big white tub, a rain shower, hot steam. Julie propped Smith up on the edge of the tub, taking off his clothes one by one – chocolate T-shirt, icing sugar pants, dirty wool socks. Smith was naked, embarrassed, holding his hands in front of him.

Julie took off her sexy jeans, pulled up her hoodie, wearing only a black sports top and tight sports shorts. Femdom sparkled in her eyes – complete control, regardless of Smith’s wishes.

She turned on the shower, turned on the hot water. She took Smith under the shower, and went under herself. Smith cried, softly, not from pain, but from embarrassment and helplessness. “Julie… please… I’m big…”

Julie laughed, her voice muffled by the steam. “Auntie Jon’s kids never grow up.”

With a large washcloth and vanilla soap, she washed Smith’s body—shoulders, back, chest, stomach. Smith shivered, his cries grew louder. Julie reached down, took Smith’s cock, and began to stroke it slowly.

“Julie… no… please…” Smith begged, but his body betrayed him.

Julie laughed, accelerating her thrusts. “Look how quickly you’re ready, little one!”

Smith was satisfied very quickly, his breath caught, his body trembled. Julie didn’t let go of his sensitive cock, she immediately began a second stroke, faster, harder.

“No… Julie… I can’t…” Smith cried, but Julie only laughed.

The second orgasm came very soon, Smith was no longer in the mood, his body was limp, he was just crying.

Julie finally let go, washed Smith under warm water, vanilla soap filled everywhere. She shampooed his hair, ran her fingers through it, more gently this time.

After the bath, she wrapped Smith in a large white towel, naked and wet, like a big baby. She picked him up, held him in her arms, carried him to the living room.

Smith was in his aunt's arms, listless, his cries had subsided, just tired breaths. Julie sat on the couch, laid Smith across her legs, and tightened the towel around him.

"Okay, little one. Now you're clean, you're tired, sleep in your aunt's arms."

Smith closed his eyes, he couldn't resist anymore.

Julie just smiled, the femdom still in her eyes, but more quietly now, like a tired guard.

The fireplace was lit, the steam from the bath still in the air, and Smith, naked and wrapped in a towel, in Aunt Julie's arms, finally relaxed.