My Naughty Aunty.

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I held out my hand, albeit with a dollop of attitude, but Aunt Pam said: ““You silly boy! I’m not going to cane your hands – there’s far too much risk of injury, especially as you play the piano. There’s only one place God has decreed that naughty boys should be punished, and that’s on the bottom.”

As is often the case, though, life and attitudes outside the metropolitan areas were somewhat far behind in terms of their thinking, in some cases decades behind. I found this out for myself when Mum fell ill, and Dad decided to park me for a while with my Uncle Darren and Aunt Lindy at their home in Toogoolawah. Grandaddy was dead anyway, long before I was born. Sometimes I wished I knew him. But then Daddy always said he was drunk a lot, and mean often. Maybe it was better not to have met the man. Daddy still loved him though, I could tell. My aunt brought my cousin Shannon into the room to change her out of her diapers, and get her dressed for the day. Shannon looked at me when they entered. "Baby!" she said excitedly. They had two children of their own, both boys. Peter was about my age, maybe a few months younger as I recall, while his brother Tom was eight at the time of this story. We gelled pretty well as a unit and spent long days (once chores were complete) playing by the river or in the woods near my uncle and aunt’s place. She then delivered a brief lecture about the dangers of creek swimming, all the nasties that lurked therein (crocs included) and to be fair, I began to see why the adults had been so freaked out about finding three naked little boys splashing around in there.A days drive though the narrow highway NH 17 that runs on the west coast of India from Kanyakumari to Mumbai brought me to Tirunavaya from Cochin on one hot day in May 2008 just before I left Kerala for good. Thirunavaya is a small non descript habitation on the banks of river Bharathapuzzah in North Kerala. They had a Kalari conventino going there.

She took hold of my chin and looked me in the eye. “You’ve got the face of an angel and hands that are a gift from God. Now let’s see if you’ve got a nice little bottom that the Lord made for spanking, shall we? Take your trousers down!” My Aunt smiled and said, "Yes dear, that's a little baby who still needs to wear diapers all day. But since you are a big girl, you get to wear training panties during the day."My second great desire in this weird and shadowy dimension was to be spanked myself by a stern, no-nonsense older female. This was kindled in me by Aunt Pam, with the help of her friend Doreen, who lived with her. Well I did, you didn’t have to finish cooking. I gave you a little break from all that working over the stove. I gave you, let’s see, 40 minutes now to rest!”

The next thing I knew, Aunt Pam was holding my arms firmly so I couldn’t move, and Doreen was unzipping my jeans. Then I was pulled across Pam’s knee in a daze. I countered by saying that I was too old to be spanked, and asked what would happen if I simply refused to submit to the punishment, as she wasn’t my parent nor my teacher. This was actually very untypical and rather daring of me – but Aunt Pam simply said that I was most certainly not too old to be spanked. “Boys are at their naughtiest in their teens – they need more spanking rather than less as they get older!” she said.Doreen seemed only too delighted to assist. “What do you want me to do?” she asked. “We’ll let’s see how co-operative he becomes,” Aunt Pam replied, “we’ll start with the cane.” At about 4 or 5 in the morning comes the coup de grace of all theyyam dances. A chosen dancer of great ability and fortitude to stomach strong heat and fire and smoke and carbon monoxide.takes on this huge glowing heap of coal cinders. She found some baby powder and sprinkled it on me, then snugly fastened the diaper using the tapes that were on it. We stayed for supper. We stayed for desert. And then my sister and I played with our little Cousin, Shannon. She was Aunt Janet's Granddaughter, really our third cousin. She was also spoiled rotten. Cried if she didn't get her way. She got her way a lot.

Young fighters from various schools of Kalari gathered here and here they are on the road going through their routines with actual weapons. StripChat’s Indian section is one of the finest places to find amateur and relatively new cam girls performing live online sex shows for your pleasure. So, if you want to get first dibs on some of the hottest chutney-flavored tang on the internet, your best bet is StripChat. Then I heard her trot out this little ditty. “Spank a boy and do it right, trousers down, pants up tight. And if he smiles when he should frown, then spank him with his pants right down.” With that, Aunt Pam pulled my jeans down, exposing my underpants. My face was now near to the floor and I remember clearly the smell of the carpet, mixed with tobacco smoke as Doreen lit up a cigarette. One summer, right after I’d turned 14, we went up to see Aunt Jane. For the past week or so, I’d been acting up badly, and I’d been saying some means things to Mom, especially on the way up. She’d been threatening to spank me if I didn’t watch out, but I thought I was too old for that sort of thing. This is again from the year 2007 and another fine photog from Kerala Hari Menon was also traveling with me to shoot this. I am putting this up after a bit of tinkering with editing and cropping.

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I felt my butt being swatted strongly, and I now knew it was Mom who was doing it. The tears began flowing, and so did many apologies, but to no avail. The spanking went on for what seemed like ages. Finally, after my rear had was beet red, Mom finally stopped and I was told to go to my room.