tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4449540717796103072024-03-12T22:16:36.168-07:00Aunt IsobelAunt Isobelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11678109939100194436noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-444954071779610307.post-63913019230949311382009-09-05T02:56:00.000-07:002009-09-05T03:12:10.711-07:00Jeffs Slippering (((Acount)))<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiadTiODUxo0uP-HTxDRvDTa6YwpdsH6DsCQ2_5bjqMm1Sd8iw6TeCKwzMcE7zxRhyphenhyphen_SiHUhiFFEmhquHGqSfk2GCUB37OiTz-0336ft0VqJDDQ-SfgyFjzQe5fmRfEIwNanWFRwM3NjUI/s1600-h/gf.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiadTiODUxo0uP-HTxDRvDTa6YwpdsH6DsCQ2_5bjqMm1Sd8iw6TeCKwzMcE7zxRhyphenhyphen_SiHUhiFFEmhquHGqSfk2GCUB37OiTz-0336ft0VqJDDQ-SfgyFjzQe5fmRfEIwNanWFRwM3NjUI/s320/gf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377920331609023106" /></a><br />Dear Aunt Isobel and fellow members<br /><br />Please allow me to tell you about my interest.<br /><br />When I was a young, if I had earned a spanking, it was always<br />administered whilst I was dressed in pyjamas. My mother would require<br />me to put on my pyjamas regardless of the time of day and put me over<br />her knee and spank me with the spanking slipper. This was the left<br />slipper of an unworn pair, I remember it had fur continuously around<br />the collar and was coloured blue and I have no idea what happened to<br />the right slipper. I was always spanked over my pyjama bottoms, they<br />were never lowered, in those days pyjama bottoms were kept up with a<br />tie cord and were usually tied trapping the pyjama jacket hem inside<br />the bottoms so lowering then was quite difficult.After the spanking<br />was finished mother would expect me to thank her and apologise for<br />whatever misdemeanor I had done to warrant the spanking in the first<br />place. Then I would be sent to bed. As I have mentioned, this could be<br />at any time of the day and I was once sent to bed before lunch.<br /><br />Consequently, as you can imagine I have spent most of my adult life<br />trying to recreate those scenarios. I had a wonderful partner who<br />wanted to help, indeed she bought material and reproduced pairs of<br />pyjamas that I described from my youth and purchased slippers as near<br />as possible to my mothers.Unfortunately, when she had to give me the<br />actual slippering she took one look at me in my Cowboy and Indian<br />motif pyjamas and burst into laughter and then I would follow. I am<br />afraid she just could not role play enough to take it seriously and<br />who can blame her. Fantasies and fetishes can appear very odd to others.<br /><br />So now I am alone and still on my quest. Sorry to ramble on like this<br />but I thought I would let you know my background. I have seen<br />images of Aunt Isobel spanking pyjama clad males and thought that she<br />would not be too taken aback by my unusual peccadillo.<br /><br />Respectfully yours<br /><br />Jeff.Aunt Isobelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11678109939100194436noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-444954071779610307.post-59733820589888571652009-09-05T02:33:00.000-07:002009-09-05T03:12:39.688-07:00A Fantasy (((Acount)))<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhblZ29SHZevW9-nEGQPBPyVtkS5NAMTaaAXWzLKnWUDkVyBRN-okegnfDogFJavEki-xKutG5cZXGKIibtl5hnpnPRVvfHHqYc5KBrpORyuaTHvDy8rgkSGVAuUqIgRg2Z0Zg0tX2OqaY/s1600-h/SS100405.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhblZ29SHZevW9-nEGQPBPyVtkS5NAMTaaAXWzLKnWUDkVyBRN-okegnfDogFJavEki-xKutG5cZXGKIibtl5hnpnPRVvfHHqYc5KBrpORyuaTHvDy8rgkSGVAuUqIgRg2Z0Zg0tX2OqaY/s320/SS100405.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377916397915854034" /></a><br /><br />The scene was set the minute we met. Dressed in tight black leather<br />skirt, black blouse, black seamed stockings and black shoes Aunt<br />Isabel stood hands on hips and demanded to know what I had been up<br />too. I said 'Nothing', which I soon discovered was the wrong thing to say!<br /><br />Striding towards me she spun me round and she smacked and whacked her<br />hand off my bottom and the backs of my legs. 'How dare you tell me<br />lies, Gerard. I have just the cure for your nonsense.'<br /><br />Going into a drawer she produced a thick light tan Lochgelly<br />strap.'Get your hands up NOW!' She barked. 'Double them.'<br /><br />I stood in front of her with my hands up doubled, one on top of the<br />other. The two tailed strap went over her shoulder and she brought it<br />down three times in quick succession onto the outstretched palm of my<br />right hand SMACK, THWACK, and THWACK again!<br /><br />'Change!' she commanded.<br /><br />Knowing better than to argue I exchanged my reddening right hand for<br />my left. No sooner had I done so when I felt it SMACK, THWACK, and<br />THWACK off my other hand. I shook both hands furiously thinking that<br />six would suffice. Not one bit of it!<br /><br />'How dare you move your hands without permission. Get them up, and<br />keep them up until I say otherwise. This time change them after each<br />stroke.' Tears came to my eyes as she belted me again.<br /><br />This time I got six of the VERY best!<br /><br />'Don't'...THWACK, 'dare'...THWACK, 'tell'...SMACK, 'me'...THWACK,<br />'lies' THWACK, 'again!'...THWACK.<br /><br />When she had finished I was doubled up in pain. My throbbing stinging<br />hands were clutched between my thighs. The tears rolled down my cheeks<br />as she pulled me up straight. Holding me in a vice like grip Aunt<br />Isabel's strap whipped down SMACK, THWACK, SMACK across the backs of<br />my legs.<br /><br />'Get your hands on your head this instant Gerard. Don't dare move them<br />unless you want my strap across the backs of your legs properly!<br /><br />This threat brought me to my senses immediately and I stood like a<br />naughty school boy in front of her.<br /><br />'Now what have you been up to?' She asked once more 'If you want<br />another double six just continue lying to me. I have all day to get to<br />the bottom of your misbehaviour. Or should I say YOUR BOTTOM!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFvWsr3XGz0ywjAIXOjVrDkOYqwQBAom1C-KyCZPwuGhTOEW65ek-UTptCGThqKwG7eCZYyeHnhwpK36T7jknoXnOjpbHlkMXTZsf4pyRqc_mUHDNGjuXbxtGsXvKMqGFJ78oCCjGl9hY/s1600-h/SS100401.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFvWsr3XGz0ywjAIXOjVrDkOYqwQBAom1C-KyCZPwuGhTOEW65ek-UTptCGThqKwG7eCZYyeHnhwpK36T7jknoXnOjpbHlkMXTZsf4pyRqc_mUHDNGjuXbxtGsXvKMqGFJ78oCCjGl9hY/s320/SS100401.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377916726915658898" /></a><br /><br />Knowing the game was up I stammered that I had been playing truant,<br />had been using bad language and had made rude signs to a neighbour,<br />Mrs Mannion.<br /><br />'You are in big trouble Gerard, and you know it! It was Mrs Mannion<br />who just phoned me to tell me just that! You will be going round to<br />apologise to her first thing in the morning, and from what she tells<br />me you are in for another leathering!'<br /><br />She then pulled me over to her chair and leant down and slipped off my<br />shoes.<br /><br />'Keep your hands on your head my boy' she commanded, as she began to<br />smack the backs and sides of each of my legs in turn.<br /><br />'You' SMACK SMACK 'will' SMACK SMACK 'be' WHACK 'getting' SMACK SMACK<br />SMACK 'much more' SMACK SLAP SMACK 'then this' SMACK WHACK SLAP 'by<br />the time I've finished' SMACK SMACK SMACK 'with you!' SMACK WHACK SLAP<br />SMACK WHACK.<br /><br />Her hands went to the waist band of my trousers as she said 'Now let's<br />get these shorts right down and get you over my knee.'<br /><br />She neatly and methodically turned up my vest and shirt, and then<br />pulled my shorts down to below my knees until all that remained<br />directly in the way of a bare bottom spanking were my pants.<br /><br />'We will keep these where they are for now' she said 'But rest assured<br />they won't be staying up, or on, for very long!'<br /><br />Then pulling me round to her right hand side Aunt Isabel took both my<br />wrists in her hands and pulled me across her knee.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKb60Y7nFnyiCZDMpuzmApkrRPbACOo1uHx96RCvSff9WdnTwt50qmWD02vivHXwf363Q7rbIEyBRGUpyjYleRREf5ZwdWjc8eW8xiGU9Kby_anPCmeoeLqf_o_2JwBQlo6y5MBOkkuV4/s1600-h/SS100396.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKb60Y7nFnyiCZDMpuzmApkrRPbACOo1uHx96RCvSff9WdnTwt50qmWD02vivHXwf363Q7rbIEyBRGUpyjYleRREf5ZwdWjc8eW8xiGU9Kby_anPCmeoeLqf_o_2JwBQlo6y5MBOkkuV4/s320/SS100396.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377916049583234818" /></a><br /><br /><br />'Right over I said. I want your bare bottom high in the air.<br />Straighten those legs and be on your tiptoes. For truancy alone you<br />are now going to get a hairbrush spanking to remember.'Aunt Isobelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11678109939100194436noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-444954071779610307.post-600301517768435692009-09-05T02:23:00.000-07:002009-09-05T03:13:26.991-07:00Belt (((Clip)))<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx0Q_zTNNI4SuuN5rqfUiMcrucDL3Gi9MOQtl0spCZ-aUOLawjclejlBiM37GQic32B3l00HrmkbQJ9_xecqQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Aunt Isobelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11678109939100194436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-444954071779610307.post-90047528945758113022009-09-04T10:07:00.000-07:002009-09-04T10:13:09.228-07:00Because I want to (((Clip)))<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwKkhvEybzr-5Kwz68hD-QZSibnfKI8kA1KoqPOeWn1crYT83MrLnSuKOsMAJzU9QLL4ekPQ2HBzkEgBvNSIg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Aunt Isobelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11678109939100194436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-444954071779610307.post-63263722088822999122009-09-04T10:00:00.001-07:002009-09-04T10:01:17.930-07:00--Aunt Isobelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11678109939100194436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-444954071779610307.post-90818805701856412462009-09-04T09:53:00.000-07:002009-09-04T10:16:06.928-07:00Nephews Slippers (((Story)))<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnueqThbWxPMeqDvNn_4Zq-ahizxnF2017rK5VbdTzRylyI2x0DSEwMJmN-BtwmES2iCvWztbE1_lrGBDKYiuHcWg7Sq2gYtaHSsT-C9ag35Wse5CNkfA5lYJ95sM1Ec61UDGmRQadiGg/s1600-h/redslipper1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 149px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnueqThbWxPMeqDvNn_4Zq-ahizxnF2017rK5VbdTzRylyI2x0DSEwMJmN-BtwmES2iCvWztbE1_lrGBDKYiuHcWg7Sq2gYtaHSsT-C9ag35Wse5CNkfA5lYJ95sM1Ec61UDGmRQadiGg/s320/redslipper1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377657257845329090" /></a><br /><br /> <br />As I had a quiet weekend, I decided to try and do a little Christmas shopping. So armed with my shopping list off I went to the shopping mall at Wakefield. I bought several gifts for friends and family and as I sat having a coffee marked off my list the gifts I had managed to purchase. My nephew has always been difficult to buy for and after racking my brain as to what to buy a young man, I took the easy option, and decided to buy slippers. So after finishing my coffee off I went to try and buy slippers for my nephew. I called into several shoe shops, but I there was none that I liked. Very disheartened I walked into the very last shoe shop in the mall. There on the rail was the perfect pair. The male assistant came over and asked if he could help. I pointed out the slippers and told him which ones I wanted and the size, off he went to the stock room to collect the footwear. He brought them over to me and handed them over so that I could examine them. Yes they were the right colour and as I turned them over to examine the soles, the assistant asked why I was looking at the soles so closely, smiling I explained that I liked to spank naughty boys with them. His eyes lit up, and bending down he whispered in my ear "then madam, maybe you’d like to follow me into the stockroom and try them out on me", well how could I resist.<br /> <br />He picked up the slippers and walked towards a door at the back of the store. I followed and when we were in the stock room he shut the door and moved a long bench seat behind the door for me to sit on. He stood in front of me with a look of fear and apprehension on his face. Staring him straight in the face I told him to take down his trousers and bend over my knee. He seemed rather nervous but did as he was told, he slowly lowered himself across my knee and with the brand new mans slipper in my hand I raised up my arm and brought it down with full force onto his bottom. He wriggled around with pain and pleasure, I then slowly lowered his underpants so I could admire my handy work and revealed a wonderful red buttock. I gave him another spank on bare flesh and once again he whimpered, I spanked him another 4 times <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV2JcjlSUGVJ2OhT6kITSONM9QIZOcEX2jwtq5O0XG_Iyt-5qJIcwKcDdQPEOZm8SOFgaDg6L59OIlvq3SFYyNl-_6qKG9ZNr27wd5FAVdKA2_w5DeCVSO3ofoh5A7MjXodmTdL9mb9Nw/s1600-h/red+slipper-john.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV2JcjlSUGVJ2OhT6kITSONM9QIZOcEX2jwtq5O0XG_Iyt-5qJIcwKcDdQPEOZm8SOFgaDg6L59OIlvq3SFYyNl-_6qKG9ZNr27wd5FAVdKA2_w5DeCVSO3ofoh5A7MjXodmTdL9mb9Nw/s320/red+slipper-john.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377657413776930226" /></a>before we were interrupted by another assistant trying to get into the stock room. He hurriedly pulled up his trousers and moved the bench from behind the door. With 4 flushed cheeks he opened the door and made some excuse about me being a family friend. As we came back into the shop I agreed that the slippers were perfect. He popped them into a bag and handed the bag to me saying, these slippers were free on the house. I walked away from the shop hoping that all my Christmas shopping would be this enjoyable.Aunt Isobelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11678109939100194436noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-444954071779610307.post-6211827741510873662009-09-04T09:47:00.000-07:002009-09-04T10:15:40.480-07:00Johns Slippering (((Story)))<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji_CktjHOghEw8ZiGqLlVp61s6rIWeDeiEWcS2VloFVdQnF_CQw156k3wqDbqSTVdGzIr-mOr4QFX9CnsODq-3AHJruDSkHC_IPKb0CSplnf7yRQMvlpAux701LjDIdhcZhKMQAQHf06g/s1600-h/SS100411.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji_CktjHOghEw8ZiGqLlVp61s6rIWeDeiEWcS2VloFVdQnF_CQw156k3wqDbqSTVdGzIr-mOr4QFX9CnsODq-3AHJruDSkHC_IPKb0CSplnf7yRQMvlpAux701LjDIdhcZhKMQAQHf06g/s320/SS100411.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377655996831800050" /></a><br /><br />I would like to recall the slippering I was alluding to in<br />an earlier post, Peters ones in the photo look very similar but my<br />aunties were a brighter red, but the soles are very similar, my<br />mother had 7 sisters and so there was lots of cousins around the same<br />age, I guess I must have been about 12, I was with one cousin the<br />same age and one about 2 years older and his friend, we were playing<br />football outside in the back garden, we had been playing for quite a<br />while when my older cousin kick the ball over the fence and smashed a<br />window in the old man's greenhouse next door, we all ran over the<br />back fence and through the gardens in to the park, my heart was<br />racing we were all panicking, we just sat there on the swings, my<br />older cousin friend said don’t worry no one would have seen us, after<br />about 20 mins I started to ease off as I started to believe him, as<br />we were heading out the park one of my other cousins to us we had to<br />go in, what for was the reply, I don’t know she said but she looked<br />quite angry, it might be nothing said my cousin, the cousin the same<br />age as me did not put me at ease, he said if she has found out she<br />will leather us, my heart started to race again, my cousins friend<br />said she cannot leather me, as we got in she was standing in the<br />living room and told us to get in, as we got in the old man from next<br />door was having a cup of tea, now then she said what have you been<br />getting up to, nothing we replied, she asked us who smashed the<br />window, nobody owned up, oh well she said as well as the leathering<br />you are going to get you two will be grounded for a week and I will<br />be telling your two mothers, , the friend said to<br />her you cant touch me, she replied we will see about that, my younger<br />cousin piped in it was me, she said finally now we are getting<br />somewhere, the friend piped up now that he has owned up can I go<br />now, she replied it does not matter who did it, I am going to leather<br />you for running away, and further more you two are older and should<br />know better, the old man got up and said thank you to my aunt and<br />said he should go, my aunt said drink your tea at least you will see<br />justice being done, she summoned my older cousin to her and told him<br />to go over the arm of the sofa, now she had a long mahogany sideboard<br />beside the sofa, she opened one of the drawers and brought out this<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh33zayXnPlqsJl5rlp_8mukOL_c_-2F-tRBrAW1h2upixed_4zMxXwXLa5tm7oT6af5_GJNOxJNgIELxrQ3VB8b4FuH0J52mDQ-7oOGwk9EM6kGIsdlTHCfO8lbDESxT7mWjp6aifWiHg/s1600-h/SS100410.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh33zayXnPlqsJl5rlp_8mukOL_c_-2F-tRBrAW1h2upixed_4zMxXwXLa5tm7oT6af5_GJNOxJNgIELxrQ3VB8b4FuH0J52mDQ-7oOGwk9EM6kGIsdlTHCfO8lbDESxT7mWjp6aifWiHg/s320/SS100410.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377655727421967698" /></a><br /><br />red half fur collar slipper, this was the first time that I had seen<br />this, usually they would take off the slipper they were wearing and<br />she had pink full fur collar slippers on, it seemed like an age since<br />we were summoned, she slightly adjusted him and then began to slipper<br />his backside, he was howling, as she was slippering she was<br />chastising him as well the only thing louder than his howls were the<br />slipper whacks, I did not think she was going to stop, she finally<br />told him to get up, she pointed at him with slipper in hand and told<br />him to get upstairs and get to bed, my other cousin was next, she<br />beckoned him to the sofa with her pointed slipper, he was crying<br />before she had started, I guess he had tasted her slipper before and<br />knew what was coming, the sofa arm looked the perfect height for him,<br />his backside was in the air as she started the onslaught, after it<br />she told him to get up again she pointed the slipper at him and told<br />him to get upstairs to bed, she summoned me next with her slipper in<br />hand, she told me she was going to leather me for running away and<br />not coming in and being honest, she said that every time I sat down<br />for the next few days I would remember why I been leathered, I felt<br />really uncomfortable over the arm and when the first one landed I<br />squealed in agony and came up she warned me to get back down or she<br />would whack me harder, the 2nd one was worst I came up again she<br />eventually held me down with one hand and slippered me with her<br />other, she let me up and told me to go to the boys room as well, I<br />was in a complete state of shock as I made my way to the door their<br />friend had said you can not hit me, she said fair enough she told the<br />old man to phone the police and let them deal with it, he soon<br />changed his mind, I still had not left the room yet when she began<br />slippering him she really laid into him, she must have caught me out<br />of the side of her eye and paused her slippering, why are you still<br />her do you want a repeat, no I said, she replied if your are not<br />upstairs by the time I am finished I will come out and leather you<br />again, as I was going up the stairs the whacks from downstairs kept<br />coming they seemed to get louder and louder, I was standing at the<br />top of the stairs when she came out with the other guy he was really<br />bawling his eyes out, my older cousin came out her room and asked me<br />if I was ok, she seen I was clearly in distress said to me you better<br />go into the room, if she catches you out of the room she will leather<br />you again she has done it before just ask they 2 in there, about 4<br />hours later she came into the room and told us our dinner was<br />ready, she was right about something when you hear the statement you<br />will not be able to sit down for a week it certainly applied here,<br />every time I went back into that house I thought of that dreadful<br />slippering, finally when I was about 16 I had the courage to go over<br />to the drawer, there was nobody about and I was not going to miss<br />this chance, it was 4 year since that day, the sideboard was still<br />there but it was a new sofa, I opened the drawer and it was still<br />there, I lifted it and inspected it, the sole was the thickest I had<br />seen, I wonder how long she kept it,<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVydrJax1f-GtEHwxswPNyI-YCxWqYTIFA79Awz5dcig58P6hSRM0fhaJb9jLKlNV7gSgou7Jw5MuxtkEMz-Wy3zgaFYMqMGVxhfNajo59AIVhflTiOeamo_hc9MNtEkzy9uB5LkoXs2o/s1600-h/SS100409.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVydrJax1f-GtEHwxswPNyI-YCxWqYTIFA79Awz5dcig58P6hSRM0fhaJb9jLKlNV7gSgou7Jw5MuxtkEMz-Wy3zgaFYMqMGVxhfNajo59AIVhflTiOeamo_hc9MNtEkzy9uB5LkoXs2o/s320/SS100409.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377655488171544850" /></a><br /><br />JohnAunt Isobelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11678109939100194436noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-444954071779610307.post-92210908116885312462009-09-04T09:24:00.001-07:002009-09-04T10:16:40.563-07:00David’s Detention (((Story)))<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjs5FqraToSzE_9FaYKx2w90itDK-fB4MzUFDOnmB6fDGXIbi1CtuJ-U66YVf5z6Tp74xkxyXsIuh1oPpwpb_lhuWZziVcw1tsG1UoCDgnRJWWhO_R0TdvyttLavhfZWijgigIQc1kJy8/s1600-h/Aunt+Isobel+cane_3.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjs5FqraToSzE_9FaYKx2w90itDK-fB4MzUFDOnmB6fDGXIbi1CtuJ-U66YVf5z6Tp74xkxyXsIuh1oPpwpb_lhuWZziVcw1tsG1UoCDgnRJWWhO_R0TdvyttLavhfZWijgigIQc1kJy8/s320/Aunt+Isobel+cane_3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377654297288343586" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />'Come into my office" I said to the sheepishly looking boy stood in the corridor, "yes headmistress" came the reply, and slurring his feet as he walked he made his way into my inner sanctum. "Right young man" I said looking down on him, "why have you been sent to me". "For being cheeky to Miss Smith Headmistress, and for writing rude things on the blackboard". I made David stand in the corner facing the wall until I had taken my cane out of the cupboard in my office. "David come here" and with some reluctance David slowly walked towards me, stopping just in front of me. "Hold out your hands" for writing rude things on the blackboard you will receive 1 spank of the cane on each hand. "For the misdemeanour of cheeking Miss Smith you will receive 6 of the best, now hold out your hands". Slowly he stretched out his right hand out in front of him and with a fast flick of my wrist the cane landed in the palm of his hand, I could see the welt beginning to rise as the redness increased. "Now the other hand" I instructed, again 'swish' as my cane hit his left hand. I could see the tears well up in his eyes, and now for your second punishment for insolence. I marched him over to a large leather armchair I have in my office, and as he lay across the arm of the chair with trousers down by his ankles, I raised my arm and with speed and force I spanked him hard on his buttocks. I could see him flinch with every stroke, but 6 of the best was what I had told him his punishment would be and that is exactly what David received. Once this was over, David looked up at me as he pulled up his trousers, "What do you say to me" I asked him. "Thank you Headmistress" was his reply. I walked over to my office door and opening it, gently stroked David on his hair, "Now be a good boy and we wont have to meet again, will we". With glazed eyes David looked at me and smiled sweetly.Aunt Isobelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11678109939100194436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-444954071779610307.post-81684953264289126322009-09-04T08:56:00.001-07:002009-09-04T10:17:20.043-07:00A boy’s recount of a visit to Aunty (((Story)))<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqmPFLanvSNd4sdY5UZ50wK2eiu1fFeNo0VjhHxSl4dCMQeHoouq2cBO2-6LoL4jSro8xCEM1SNsFVRwpUWh0IS5RoSqMUvlbk2veRaRykeu1GOuGi7iNwD9sFaVwYteYcqfNhv7KttmQ/s1600-h/uvs090107-001.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqmPFLanvSNd4sdY5UZ50wK2eiu1fFeNo0VjhHxSl4dCMQeHoouq2cBO2-6LoL4jSro8xCEM1SNsFVRwpUWh0IS5RoSqMUvlbk2veRaRykeu1GOuGi7iNwD9sFaVwYteYcqfNhv7KttmQ/s320/uvs090107-001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377644656089993362" /></a><br /><br /><br />I was in real trouble when I got home last night. I got a real thrashing off Auntie.<br /> <br />When I got in the house I called to say I was going back out to football but she said "No your not my lad, you can go straight up to your bedroom now".<br /> <br />I did as I was told and when I got in there I saw the packet of cigarettes I had been hiding, lying on the bed with a note from Auntie telling me to stay in my room till 6.00 when I was to go down to the sitting room. This left me an hour to think about what was going to happen. I knew I was in big trouble because she had already given me a tanning for smoking a few weeks back. <br /> <br />All kinds of thoughts were going through my head and I was really nervous, you know how strict she is. I knew I was in for a sore backside. <br /> <br />After half an hour or so I heard Auntie coming upstairs and I thought she was maybe going to get it over with. The first thing I noticed when she came into my bedroom was how stern she looked and that she was wearing her thick leather belt. This sent a shiver up my spine because she always wore that belt when she was going to leather me. <br /> <br />She said: "Right lad you’re really in for it now. I have phoned your mum and she agrees with me that you need a damn good thrashing. I told her I would take the belt to you and make sure you really felt the leather. Well you just think about it for the next half hour lad because I'm really going to tan your backside - I'll tell you!"<br /> <br />With that she went downstairs leaving me in a right state. The sight of that belt on her skirt as she left the room, knowing she would soon have it folded over and across my backside was frightening.<br /> <br />At 6.00 I slowly went downstairs to the sitting room. I felt like a naught boy reporting to the headmistresses study. Auntie was sitting down and in front of her on the table was her leather tawse, the thick one with 2 tails. My hands started sweating because I realized that she was going to tawse my hands. She gave me a real telling off. She picked up the tawse and started to rap it against her hand as she lectured me. Then she stood up and told me she was going to give me 6 on each hand. I had never had that many and I was trembling at the thought. As usual I had to cup my hands and stretch my arms out. I stared at Auntie's face as she drew the strap back and cracked it down 3 times before telling me to change hands. My hand was stinging like hell and by the time I had the second 3 I did not know how to control myself. She swings the strap right back over her shoulder and brings it down across the whole length of your hand. <br /> <br />She said "How that feel does then boy is it worth smoking. Are your hands warm enough then?"<br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnEfbXVz3wlo3XmCmYaeSIwegXtjK58qEYrQBetz5Tgf_MAwupfYivvWA9s_wLXCmvcqA43uQh2z8nVELuFE27Dvw5Zjlj4FfMrz4kw1mYVOiWyLiImH-4AzVCLRIgfFlCO_3qeibLfxw/s1600-h/uvs090107-005.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnEfbXVz3wlo3XmCmYaeSIwegXtjK58qEYrQBetz5Tgf_MAwupfYivvWA9s_wLXCmvcqA43uQh2z8nVELuFE27Dvw5Zjlj4FfMrz4kw1mYVOiWyLiImH-4AzVCLRIgfFlCO_3qeibLfxw/s320/uvs090107-005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377644756780707010" /></a><br />The pain was getting worse as I stood there but she was not going to let up. She made me hold the left hand out again for the next 3 and I think she laid the strap down even harder this time. There were tears in my eyes but I wanted to take it as well as I could. The last 3 left me desperate to sooth my hands - they were on fire.<br /> <br />Auntie made me stand there for a few minutes while she continued to say how disappointed she was. She said "Its all very well you looking sorry for yourself. I told your mum that she is too soft with you. She needs to take the strap to you like I do. You need a good dose of the strap and your bottoms going to get it now. I 'm going to tan the backside of you". <br /> <br />As she said all this she was standing with her hands on her waist and it drew my attention again to that black leather belt. It’s really thick and when she uses it she really leaves welts on my backside. I knew she was about to give me another good hiding with it. <br /> <br />She suddenly said "That’s enough talking - get your trousers down". I pleaded with her to let me keep my trousers on but this only made Auntie angrier. She told me to stop answering back and to bare my backside. She said "You need it on the bare and you had better hurry up or I will give you extra strokes".<br /> <br />I finally got my trousers down which was hard because my hands were stinging so much. My fingers felt really thick they were that sore! Then she told me to drop my my pants. I had to stand there looking at Auntie's stern face, and it was really embarrassing to be in front of her, bare from the waist down. <br /> <br />Then she slowly unbuckled the belt and slid it from her skirt. My mouth went dry as I watched her double the belt over and then she cracked it a few times. Auntie came up close to me and waved the belt in my face saying "Right lad its time I really leathered you". The belt was that close I could smell the leather and I was really nervous now. Auntie was stroking the belt as she told me to bend over the back of the sofa. "That’s it, right up; I want your bottom high. You deserve every stroke. I'm going to really tan your backside for you. Your backsides going to smart by the time I'm finished with you I can tell you. You’re getting a dozen. Brace yourself lad, your really going to feel these".<br /> <br />I felt her rest the belt across my bare backside as she prepared herself and this made me flinch. She then cracked the belt down hard and I jumped with the pain. She gave me 6 before she paused and although I was desperate to rub my bottom I knew if I did I would be in even more trouble. She walked around me while she prepared for the next 6 and I could not take my eyes of her belt. She really knows how to lay that strap down and by the time I had the last 6 I was really fighting the tears. She told me to stand up and I watched as she slowly put her belt back on her skirt. I bet the leather was hot, I know my bottom was! <br /> <br />She said "Let me have a good look at that backside. You've got some real welts this time lad. That’s what I like to see - a well leathered bottom. I warn you now that if I catch you with cigarettes again I am going to take the cane to you. I mean it I will cane the backside off you next time. Now get your pants and trousers back on".<br /> <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjokNc1mElztzNBh2pnV6xi9v3f8tVUv6EUR8gx7S5_NfonEhk22MvC-nnv_eSSpJrE5fr4uvxYLvEljfCyIhIyYEMqyWQrNesr7xGf3QzWRzhuEYMhHmFW0TAB_rS2-8gPJ5e285J7OIE/s1600-h/uvs090107-006.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjokNc1mElztzNBh2pnV6xi9v3f8tVUv6EUR8gx7S5_NfonEhk22MvC-nnv_eSSpJrE5fr4uvxYLvEljfCyIhIyYEMqyWQrNesr7xGf3QzWRzhuEYMhHmFW0TAB_rS2-8gPJ5e285J7OIE/s320/uvs090107-006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377644972462625298" /></a><br /> <br />This was really hard as my hands were throbbing and my pants rubbed against the welts. "Now get back up to your room - I don’t want to see you again tonight". I had to sleep on my stomach and in the morning my backside was still smarting and sore. When I went down to breakfast I saw Auntie give a satisfied smile when I winced as I sat down. "Still smarting is it lad - I'm glad to hear it! There’s plenty more where that came from if you cross me".Aunt Isobelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11678109939100194436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-444954071779610307.post-51556803833454701372009-09-04T08:39:00.000-07:002009-09-04T10:13:52.238-07:00Aunt Isobel Slippers (((Clip11)))<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyOQnUm6BwEXQi2qNPZWhbYSVJCZ2F1inI5lnCcKmJXuDWApCzwds_0FN9xSpBAKwtbQUxkmFkS3p3adD48wQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Aunt Isobelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11678109939100194436noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-444954071779610307.post-52177601955953717242009-09-04T08:29:00.000-07:002009-09-04T10:14:50.691-07:00Aunt Isobel Slippers (((Clip1))<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwbaecEAswXRWpXQEv49H4cF7QFYVbZvysTI2Sm0aQBSDtjucOpGFrZM9s7Lcr_bBAoNKOt5MSkZvreOpLv' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Aunt Isobelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11678109939100194436noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-444954071779610307.post-69478599648146778702009-09-04T08:17:00.000-07:002009-09-04T08:27:43.352-07:00Aunt Isobel Contact Details<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim_YlzLZahTSA8-kXilII9bQOeM78iDnlmYRGdS2_U5TDN9F-O6ZqKbKXML6gOXaHXhGgVkI4SNw2VM4nri0ta1GO_9mAaTrZ0rk09PLY43Zbnbf5-9MfLtoLp61OcnL1hGUD5rRFwAaY/s1600-h/redslipper2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim_YlzLZahTSA8-kXilII9bQOeM78iDnlmYRGdS2_U5TDN9F-O6ZqKbKXML6gOXaHXhGgVkI4SNw2VM4nri0ta1GO_9mAaTrZ0rk09PLY43Zbnbf5-9MfLtoLp61OcnL1hGUD5rRFwAaY/s320/redslipper2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377634221080485442" /></a><br />Mature formidable Aunt based in South Yorkshire deals with miscreants in the time honoured tradition. For further details email me,or ring me 0798 1624872 between 10am - 9pm, 7 days a week (by appointment only). I will not answer any call from a with held number.Aunt Isobelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11678109939100194436noreply@blogger.com1