When we first connected online, I asked her what to call her and she answered, Natasha. She then asked, what she should call me and I said, Boris, of course. Quite soon we scheduled an in-person meeting for breakfast. We talked about how we both enjoyed frisky role play but were sometimes stymied for new, interesting scene ideas. She proposed establishing a pair of sustained characters with evolving plot lines, much like a tv drama series. Neither of us had an immediate epiphany on a plot line. The discussion shifted to favorite previous experiences, implements and positions. We left breakfast both very interested in playing together but uncertain about a storyline.

The next day, Natasha called me very excited with an idea for an ongoing theme - she would be my aunt and I would play my younger self as her nephew. In reality, I was about twenty years her senior. Without any age-play involved, she could have realistically played my adult daughter. In her scene idea, she would play her actual age as my mom’s older sister and I would play my late-teen self. In her plot idea, Boris spends a lot of time with Aunt Natasha. She also mentioned that she had recently befriended a small group of local women spankos that she hoped to involve in our play as either observers or even active participants. I found all of this most exciting.

Our first aunt/nephew play was just the two of us. We were sitting in her living room and she abruptly morphed into Aunt Natasha, “Boris, after you were here last, I looked at my browser history and was shocked by the kind of obscene sites you had been viewing and even more disgusted when I found one of my hand towels crusty after you had ejaculated into it. What had I told you would happen if you misbehaved while in my care?”

“I’d get a spanking?” I meekly replied.

“Indeed. Now follow me,” she ordered, taking me by the hand and leading me to her bedroom. She sat on the end of the bed and pointed to her dresser. “Hand me my hairbrush,” she instructed. “You’ve earned a lengthy conversation between it and your bare backside.” She set the brush in her lap, quickly undid my pants and pulled them to my knees. All the talk had made me quite stiff already and she clucked her tongue and remarked, “That stiff cock is why you’re in so much trouble!” as she guided me over her lap.

She wasted no time on warm-up and paddled my butt until I was nearly at my breaking point before pausing. She caressed my seared cheeks for a few minutes and then prompted me to stand, scolding me when she saw the wet-spots of pre-cum on her dress. She pulled my heavy bridle leather belt from the loops of my pants and ordered, “Bend over. Hands on your knees!”