Early in my career, the company needed someone to work at a client's site for a few months. It was a great opportunity for visibility and job growth so I jumped at the posting. I did not like the notion of spending a long stint in a hotel - even if the company was paying for it. A colleague offered to help, connecting me with a family friend who lived nearby the client's location and would be happy to offer me the use of her guest suite - at no charge. That's how I got connected with Judy Nash.

When I arrived, Judy led me through her house to the guest space. It was a large bedroom with a private bath and its own entrance. She let me get settled and said dinner would be ready in fifteen minutes. I unpacked a bit and then wandered into the kitchen. A shelf of knick-knacks caught my eye. There was a sign that declared “House rules: behave or get a good paddling’” and beside it was a paddle with an illustrated annotation “For the cute little dear with the bear behind.” In front of these items lay two wooden spoons with engraved messages, one being “This isn't always used for cooking” and the other “Weapon of Ass Destruction.” I glanced at Judy and realized she had been watching me as I had reviewed the curios. Days later I realized these novelties were actually a harbinger of things to come.

I had asked her what I should call her, and she answered, “How about Aunt Judy”. We ate together and then talked until late. I learned she was widowed with a daughter, Jane, who was away at college. Her sister, Jill, lived down the street with her two twin daughters, Sophia and Elisa. Those girls were also in college but lived at home. Perhaps the nearby nieces made the ‘Aunt’ moniker natural for her although at first it felt a bit awkward to me. Also, I had a difficult time not thinking of Judy in a much more salacious way. Her smile and wit were beguiling and her physical assets were quite appealing, too.

I felt exhausted. I helped tidy-up after dinner, dessert and conversation and headed towards my room. In the hallway, I passed a picture of Judy and, I presumed, Jane, on a beach somewhere. It must have been taken relatively recently given Jane's maturity. The two were in swimsuits, Judy in a one-piece and Jane in a bikini that left no doubt that, like her mother, she was quite well endowed.

I went to bed and fantasized about a naked Jane over Judy’s knee as one of the spanking spoons was applied to her bare bottom. I stroked myself to fruition and then fell soundly asleep.