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This story is based on my life events from my childhood some thirty-five years ago. There were no cellphones or internet.My name is Steve, and I had no idea why, it didn’t make any sense to me, my mother was being hospitalized for reasons unknown to me. And I was being sent to live with my Aunt Ellen and Uncle Edward’s house for the summer—my mom and my Uncle Edward were brother and sister. But here I was, I had just turned sixteen, the school had just let out and football practice was starting soon. The Tenth grade was on the horizon, And I was projected to be a starting Guard for the JV team. It was a glorious time, everything was filling out, my body was getting chiseled, I was discovering girls, and I liked them. Oh! what a time.I didn’t get to choose, all my brothers and sisters were being temporarily relocated and here I was. I didn’t care much for them, we were only casual and didn’t see each other much. They lived about sixty miles away in Derby. They had only recently moved back from Michigan. They were just Normal people, he worked on a freighter boat and she didn’t work. They were both around thirty-six years old, my Aunt always Mersin Escort wore a dress, with some type of scarf tied around her long hair, she had glasses, wasn’t overweight just sturdy, solid. Large breasts and the dress was always fairly long.My father dropped me off on Sunday, I was in a super pissy mood, and didn’t want to be there. Not fair, away from my normal routines and summer vacation. And I was letting everyone know, it was very evident.After he left, promising it would only be a few weeks. I slinked into the house and plopped down. I had only one suitcase and a couple of Gameboys and my bike. My aunt showed me to my room, on the first floor under the stairs, and it was also known as the sewing room. It was spacious, it was fine I guess.It also was the room where the spankings occurred, should they occur, I was told.I was sent out to play and told dinner was at 6:30 pm sharp. My cousins were ok, Joseph was fifteen, one year younger than me and Missy was sixteen and very prissy and snobbish. I hung out with Joseph and we cruised the neighborhood.He told me everything would be fine, that we would Mersin Escort Bayan have a great summer. And he told me about Mr. smiles. Mr. Smiles was the wooden paddle on the mantle in the living room, it had its special holder and everything. It was made out of cherry wood, about fourteen inches long, with holes drilled in it. And he told me how much it hurt.He said his mom would wield it with proficiency and that we should behave ourselves or at least not get caught haha. And he said the spankings were almost always on the bare.We returned in time for dinner, and during dinner, my Aunt said that my father had made it clear, that I was to be disciplined as one of her own if need by. I had hoped that because I was a guest, I might be exempted from this, and continued my sulking. I said nothing.My uncle was leaving right after dinner for work, and we headed back outside. My mood didn’t improve, I just couldn’t shake my predicament. Though my cousin tried to get me to cheer up, I simply couldn’t break this doldrum.We came in at dark and each took turns bathing, of course, Missy the prissy did everything first, Escort Mersin she reminded me of that Nellie girl from “Little House on the Prairie.” Sure she was cute, but always better than everyone else about anything and everything. She was a typical average girl, definitely not overweight and her top was getting perky and large, just like her mother, but I didn’t fancy her. She was maybe 5’2″ and 110 lbs, with longish hair, that she liked to curl, shoulder-length.I went next and Joseph went third, my sulking continued, and my disposition didn’t waiver. We had popcorn and watched TV. At 11 pm bedtime was declared by my aunt and we each headed to our separate quarters.I laid there in bed horny as hell and regretted having not brought my porno mags, I was checking out the room in the dark and listening to the sounds of the house. I was covered only by the sheet, And I was playing with myself, my undies were down and around my ankles, and one leg was out. I was trying to envision a few of those sweet things not brought with me.Suddenly there was a quick “knock-knock” and my door and my Aunt Ellen opened it, she said, “honey, I know you’ve had a hard day, is there anything I can get you?”Well now, without even thinking, and with the same nasty disposition, I said under my breath. “Yeah, my porno mags.” But the problem was, I said it, and she had actually heard it. And suddenly her face changed, in an instant.