Auntie Spanking: MILF Puts Naughty Nephew Over Her Knee

This is a fictional story that is only allowed to be read from the age of 18

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Aunt Sarah Catches Naughty Nephew Lying

Jake was twenty, a student, cocky, charming—and he always thought he could talk his way out of trouble. His parents sent him to stay with Aunt Sarah for the weekend, saying he “needed a firm hand.”

Sarah was in her early forties, big tits, tight jeans, curly blonde hair, and that calm, dangerously commanding voice. Jake didn’t take her seriously. Not yet.

“No alcohol, no screens after ten, no shoes on the carpet,” she had told him.

Of course, he ignored all of it. First night, beer in the guest room, shoes kicked off in the living room, tablet in hand. He thought he got away with it—until Sarah caught him in the kitchen later, holding the empty beer can.

“You want to tell me this is apple juice?” she asked calmly, one eyebrow raised.

“Was just a sip,” he muttered.

“Third rule broken. I don’t think you’re taking me very seriously.”

She stepped closer. Jake felt a sudden tension in his neck. Her eyes dropped to his ass, barely covered in tight sweatpants. He gave a nervous laugh.

“Hey, no big deal—”

“Quiet. I’ve got another language for boys like you.”

Strict Woman Pulls Young Man Over Her Knee

Sarah sat down in the wide armchair by the window. She patted her thigh.

“Come here. Now.”

Jake froze. “You’re not serious, right? I’m not a kid.”

“Then don’t act like one.” Her tone left no room for debate. She didn’t wait another second. She grabbed his wrist, pulled him to her side, caught him by the waistband, and dragged him straight over her knee.

“Hey! What?” he yelled, kicking, but she had him locked down.

“Grown-ups only avoid getting their ass spanked when they act like grown-ups.” She yanked his sweatpants down past his hips. Black boxer briefs stretched tight over his ass. Sarah didn’t pause.

“Nice little target,” she muttered.

Jake squirmed, trying to push himself up, but she pinned his back flat. “You stay right there.” Her hand moved to his waistband. He gasped.

“Wait, wait—”

Too late. She pulled them down. Slowly. Inch by inch. Cold air hit his bare cheeks.

“No! Sarah, please! Not bare!”

“Oh yes. That’s how you learn.”

Mature Hand Smacks Bare Young Butt Red

The first slap hit hard. Her hand cracked down on his right cheek—loud and sharp. Jake yelped.

Then the left. Then right again. Sarah smacked in a steady rhythm—no rush, but no mercy. His bare ass twitched with each slap, bouncing, turning redder every time.

“Ah! Stop! Auntie! It hurts!”

“It’s supposed to.” Her hand worked methodically, no breaks. Jake writhed, tried to push up, but she held him down with ease. His feet kicked wildly behind him.

“Please! I’ll be good! I promise! Please!” His ass was burning red now, smooth cheeks puffed and trembling. Sarah laid five quick smacks right on the underside of his butt. He whimpered.

“Anything to say, Jake?”

“I lied! I was rude! I… I deserved this!”

“Correct.”

She kept going. His feet weren’t just kicking now, they were flailing. His toes curled tight, legs twitching. Jake didn’t scream, but he was sobbing, broken little gasps between each smack. His fingers grabbed at nothing.

Sarah smiled to herself. Her handprints were clearly outlined on his ass now. She didn’t slow down. She could feel his body tensing, his breathing ragged—and then suddenly, he gave in. Not just his resistance.

Horny Young Man Gets Hard In The Corner

When Sarah finally stopped, Jake was trembling. His ass was bright red, swollen, hot to the touch. He panted, eyes wet. But then—she saw it.

A pulse between his legs.

She leaned forward, peeking under his stomach. Her nephew was hard. Rock hard.

“Well,” she said flatly. “Look at that.”

“I… I didn’t mean to… I didn’t want to…”

“Quiet. Get in the corner.”

She didn’t bother pulling his boxers up. She pushed him off her lap, and he staggered to his feet, hands instantly going to rub his burning butt. His pants hung around his ankles. His cock stood straight out, twitching.

Sarah pointed to the wall.

“Hands on your head. Legs apart.”

There he stood, glowing red butt on full display, hard cock bobbing slightly. His cheeks twitched every few seconds. His fingers twitched too, like he wanted to grab his butt again, but she gave him a look that froze him.

Strict Aunt Milks Squirming Boy Dry

“What do we do with this?” Sarah asked, mostly to herself.

She got up, walked behind him. Her hand brushed over his ass, hot, swollen, tight. Jake gasped. Her fingernail slid slowly down the middle, lower.

“I can’t… you can’t…” he stammered.

“Oh, but I can. And clearly, you want it.”

She stood slightly to the side, reached around, and gripped him. His cock jumped in her hand. Once. Twice. She started stroking him, slow and deliberate. Jake moaned, hands still locked on top of his head.

“Auntie… I can’t take this…”

“Not yet,” she whispered. She pumped him with firm, steady rhythm. His legs shook. His toes curled against the carpet.

“I can’t… gonna… I…”

“Do it. Now.”

Jake let out a long, broken moan, body stiffening, and then it hit. His whole body bucked. He exploded in thick, spraying ropes. On the wall, on the floor, on her hand. Sarah held him steady as his orgasm tore through him.

When it was done, he stood there, sweaty, naked, panting, cock still twitching, his red-ass cheeks glowing.