Clara emailed Samantha and I the night beforehand with some additional scene ideas and instructions. We were teen cousins staying with our Aunt Clara. I was tepid on age play but figured I would give it a try. Aunt Clara had left to go to the market and came home to discover that her niece and nephew had found her liquor cabinet and sampled some. We had violated her privacy and were both under-age, so doubly in trouble. Sam asked if she had any wardrobe requests, but Clara replied she had no particular preferences but we should bring pajamas for a bedtime finale.

I was elated about the upcoming session and could not help fantasizing about the whole experience both being over Clara’s knee as well as watching her redden Sam’s backside. We arrived at almost the same time and I could tell Sam was a bit nervous. Truthfully, so was I. Clara led us into her living room. A bottle of tequila was on the coffee table and she said she would step out for a few minutes.

We both enjoyed a couple of shots and a few minutes later we heard her return. “What have you two been up to?” Clara scolded.

“We’re sorry, Aunt Clara,” Sam whined in a most teen-age plaintive tone.

“You bet you’re going to be sorry,” Clara replied. “Samantha, go to my bedroom and fetch the hairbrush from my dresser. You both are gonna get your heinies well warmed with it.”

“No, please,” I pleaded. I desperately wanted it but tried to act thoroughly resistant.

“The time for pleading is over,” Clara scolded. “Samantha, you fetch that hairbrush immediately or you’ll get it even worse.” Sam actually did bolt out of the room and returned moments later with the dreaded brush. “You’re first,” Clara said to me, beckoning me to her right side.

She began to unbuckle my belt and I begged, “Please, not on the bare!”

“You know better than that. Naughty boys and girls get spanked and spankings are always applied to a bare bottom,” Clara announced. She finished opening my pants and jerked them and my boxers to my knees. I was getting hard and saw that both women noticed. Clara guided me over her lap, took the brush from Sam and began to spank. The swats came briskly and at a fearsome intensity. I was about to call-out ‘yellow’ - our agreed upon safe word when she stopped and prompted me to stand. She clucked her tongue at the sight of pre-cum wet spots on her dress. “That’s gonna get you in big trouble,” she barked, giving my erection a couple of sharp taps with the brush.

“Get over here, Samantha,” she ordered changing gears. She jerked Sam’s stretch pants and panties down only making me harder. I began to pull-up my pants and she barked, “Leave those down, mister!” I watched in awe as she paddled Sam’s round cheeks until they glowed like two rosy orbs. “Go get ready for bed, you two,” Clara instructed, leading us to a guest room with two twin beds. She left and we undressed, me to my usual bedtime attire of boxers and Sam to a tank-top over her panties. We sat on the bed and waited for Clara.

Clara returned a few minutes later with a heavy leather belt. She laid a pillow on the center of each bed and instructed us to kneel before it, lower our pants and lay down with the pillow under our hips to present our bare bottoms for the belt. She stood between the beds and first gave me six strokes, then turned and applied the strap to Sam. She alternated back and forth until we had each received two dozen strokes. “Now, get to sleep and don’t make any more noise or I will return with the big paddle,” she threatened.

I looked over at Sam and she grinned at me. “You still hard?”

“Of course,” I replied.

Sam gave me a sly grin, “Come over here and fuck me doggy-style. Maybe that will be enough noise to earn a paddling.”