Spanking From Auntie: Strict Aunt Spanks Naughty Niece
This is a fictional story that is only allowed to be read from the age of 18
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Sexy Student Arrives at Aunt’s Farmhouse
The sun blazed down on the dusty country road as Evelyn chugged along in her old, rattling Fiat Panda over the Tuscan hills. The wind blew through the open window, playing with her long, honey-blonde hair and carrying the scent of lavender and dry grass.
She was 22, a student of art history in Florence, and her emerald-green eyes sparkled with mischief.
Evelyn knew that with her radiant smile and her perfect, round bum, which jiggled in tight jeans, she drew all eyes to her. She felt invincible, as if she could charm her way out of any trouble with a cheeky grin.
This weekend, she was driving to her Aunt Veronica’s, who lived in an old farmhouse on the edge of an olive grove.
Evelyn loved these visits—not because of her aunt, but because of the wine, the balmy nights, and the sense of freedom she felt there. The car bounced along the gravel path leading to the house. The weathered stone facade glowed in the evening light.
Evelyn stepped out, stretched, and felt the warmth of the day tickle her skin. She wore a skimpy white crop top that bared her flat stomach and tight denim shorts that accentuated her bum. Her flip-flops slapped against the ground as she sauntered to the entrance.
Veronica, a resolute woman in her mid-fifties with gray-streaked hair and a gaze that could pierce steel, stood in the doorway, arms crossed. “You’re late,” she called. Evelyn shrugged, tossed her hair back, and grinned.
“Traffic, Aunt. You know how it is.” Dinner passed quietly. Veronica had cooked a stew with tomatoes, zucchini, and fresh basil, its aroma filling the kitchen.
Evelyn poked at the food listlessly, sipped her red wine, and talked about her adventures in Florence—the parties, the boys, the nights she danced until dawn. Veronica listened silently, her lips a thin line. “You should focus more on your studies,” she said finally.
Evelyn rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, Aunt. I’ve got everything under control.” But Veronica’s look betrayed her skepticism.
Rebellious Young Woman Sneaks Out To Smoke
Night fell over the house. The crickets chirped, and the moon bathed the olive grove in silver light. Evelyn lay in her guest room on the creaky wooden bed, scrolling through her phone and sighing.
The stillness of country life bored her. She wanted to do something exciting, something forbidden. Her fingers reached for the cigarette pack in her pocket.
Veronica had strictly forbidden smoking—“That stuff stinks and ruins you,” she had once said. But Evelyn felt challenged. She crept out of the room, the floorboards creaking under her bare feet.
In her short, pink pajamas—a thin top and skimpy bottoms that barely covered her bum—she tiptoed down the stairs and out onto the terrace. The night air was cool and caressed her skin. Evelyn leaned against the railing, lit the cigarette, and took a drag with relish.
The smoke curled into the darkness, and she smiled, pleased with her little rebellion. The creak of the terrace door jolted her from her thoughts. Veronica stood there, in a long nightgown, arms crossed again.
Her eyes blazed with anger. “What are you doing?” she asked, her voice sharp as a whipcrack. Evelyn flinched, the cigarette falling to the ground.
“N-nothing, Aunt! I… I just wanted some fresh air.” But the smell of tobacco hung heavy in the air, and Veronica’s gaze pierced her. “You’re lying,” Veronica said, stepping closer.
“You know what I think of smoking. And you know what happens when you break my rules.” Evelyn swallowed, her heart pounding. She tried to flash her cheeky grin.
“Come on, Aunt, it’s just one cigarette. Don’t make a big deal out of it.” Veronica grabbed Evelyn’s wrist, her fingers tight as a vise.
“No big deal, you say? You’ll see what happens when you act like a child.” She pulled Evelyn back into the house, up the stairs, into the living room. Evelyn stumbled after her, her stomach twisting.
Strict Aunt Gives Female Student Proper Punishment
She knew Veronica was strict, but she hadn’t expected it to come to this. The living room was dimly lit, an old lamp casting warm light on the wooden floor. Veronica sat on a hard wooden chair, her posture unyielding.
“Pull your pants down,” she ordered. Evelyn froze. “What? No, Aunt, you can’t be serious!” Her voice trembled, but Veronica remained implacable.
“You broke my rules. Now pull your pants down, or I’ll do it.” Evelyn’s cheeks burned with shame. She wanted to argue, to flee, but Veronica’s gaze pinned her in place.
With trembling fingers, she reached for the waistband of her pajama bottoms. Slowly, hesitantly, she pushed the fabric over her hips. The pants slid to her ankles, exposing her bare bum.
The tan lines from her last beach day in Viareggio stood out starkly—a pale strip where her bikini had sat framed her round, firm bum. Veronica pulled Evelyn over her knee, her grip unrelenting. Evelyn’s stomach pressed against Veronica’s thighs, her bum jutting into the air.
The cool night air brushed her skin, and goosebumps formed. “Aunt, please!” Evelyn pleaded, her voice high and desperate. “I won’t do it again, I swear!”
But Veronica shook her head. “You’ll learn, Evelyn. The hard way.”
Auntie Spanks Young Woman With Bare Hand
The first hand landed with a resounding smack on Evelyn’s right buttock. The pain shot through her body like a bolt of lightning, hot and stinging. Evelyn gasped, her legs kicking involuntarily.
“Ow! Aunt, stop!” But Veronica struck again, this time on the left side. The slap echoed through the room, mingling with Evelyn’s whimpers.
Her buttocks jiggled with each strike, the skin turning pink. Veronica struck methodically, her hand landing alternately on the right and left, always with the same unrelenting force. Evelyn’s bum burned, each smack making her flinch.
She clutched the fabric of Veronica’s nightgown, tears welling in her eyes. “This is for your insolence,” Veronica said as her hand came down again. Evelyn’s bum grew hotter, the skin now a vivid red.
The tan lines stood out even more, a contrast of pale and red flesh. Evelyn writhed, her legs flailing in the air, but Veronica held her fast. “Stop squirming,” she commanded.
“You deserve this.” Evelyn sobbed, her voice breaking. “It hurts, Aunt! Please, I’ve learned my lesson!” But Veronica didn’t relent.
After about twenty smacks, Veronica paused. Evelyn panted, her breath coming in gasps. She thought it was over, but Veronica reached for her slipper, which lay beside the chair.
The slipper was soft leather, the sole worn but hard. “You think you can disregard my rules,” Veronica said, her voice calm but cold. “Now you’ll see what happens.”
Strict MILF Punishes Naughty Niece With The Slipper
She raised the slipper and brought it down on Evelyn’s bum. The sound was louder, sharper, a dull thud that echoed through the room. Evelyn cried out, the pain more intense, as if someone had set fire to her skin.
The slipper struck again and again, now on the right, now on the left, now in the middle where her buttocks met. Evelyn’s bum glowed, the skin now a deep red, almost purple. Each strike made her buttocks quiver, a rhythmic dance of flesh.
Evelyn wailed, tears streaming down her cheeks, dripping onto the wooden floor. Her body trembled, her labia, slightly parted by her spread position, felt sensitive and exposed. She begged, her voice hoarse.
“Aunt, please, enough! I can’t take it anymore!” But Veronica kept going, the slipper landing precisely until Evelyn’s bum glowed like a fiery sunset. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Veronica set the slipper aside.
Evelyn lay sobbing over her knee, her bum burning like fire. Veronica pulled her up, set her on her feet. “Pull your pants up,” she said sternly.
Evelyn, with trembling hands, pulled the pajama bottoms over her glowing bum. The fabric chafed painfully against the tender skin, and she bit her lip to keep from crying again. “To bed,” Veronica ordered.
“And woe betide you if I catch you smoking again.” Evelyn stumbled up the stairs, each step sending a sharp pain through her bum. In the guest room, she threw herself onto the bed, face buried in the pillow.
The fabric smelled of lavender and old wood, but nothing could ease the pain. She lay on her stomach, the pants half-pulled down to spare the sore skin. Her bum glowed, the tan lines a silent witness to her punishment.
Tears ran down her cheeks as she drifted into sleep, exhausted and humiliated. The next morning, the sun streamed through the window, and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the house. Evelyn woke with a soft moan.
Her bum still ached, every movement reminding her of the night before. She carefully pulled up her pants, her face burning with shame as she thought of Veronica’s stern eyes. At breakfast, she sat gingerly, the soft cushion on the chair barely helping.
Veronica said nothing about the night, but her look spoke volumes. Evelyn stayed silent, ate her toast, and drank her coffee. She knew she wouldn’t forget this lesson anytime soon.
