Needless to say, I was not too enthusiastic at Aunt Josephine’s interest in my bowel health, and found the paraffin oil and prunes over-the-top. I at least hoped that Mrs Claessens and Aunt Josephine would not tell all their lady friends about my supposed “little stomach problem”; Mrs Classens’ advice had been embarrassing enough. These incidents, however, amused Edna immensely; she evidently took much fun in preparing the little plate with the two prunes when she made lunch and dinner.

Josephine left for a trip to the library. I hesitated coming with her; but if I stayed I could have some time with Edna. I pretexted I wanted to read some coursework. Despite all the embarrassment involved, I wanted Edna’s “lessons”…

Edna soon came to my room, still with her apron. “So you’re staying, Alex, uh?”. I did not speak, but my eyes answered. “So Alex you want a lesson?”. I nodded.

“See, Alex, I still think like yesterday. I think my lessons should come with a little embarrassment. So I thought about something, something that I wanted to do since I caught you throwing water on your sister.”

I really was a at loss as to her intents.

“Please pull down your trousers and briefs.”

I complied. Hey, it was not like they had not come down in front of Edna many times since I arrived!

While I was at it, Edna pulled the chair from my desk and sat over it.

“Come to me. There, there, stand on my side. Then bend over, climb over my lap, I want to see your derrière well.”

And so I did. How naïve I was!

“You know what I’m about to do, Alex?

- No… (I imagined it had to do with my anus, as usual with Edna.)

- Well, I’m about to spank you.”

And the first smacks landed before I had time to react. They were not hard, really. But it was so.. unexpected. Neither my mother nor my aunt had used corporal punishment, and I was wholly innocent about it. I was too surprised to react and maintained the position.

“You know what? Alex, I’m going to give you a real spanking.”

And then her hand hit, harder. With her other hand, she grabbed my upper body. She spanked hard, alternating between buttocks. I soon put my hand behind me to protect me.

“Hey! Edna! What are you doing?

- I’m spanking you.

- But I do not want to be spanked?

- Oh, is that it? Well, no spanking, no lesson. You can stand and pull up your briefs and trousers.”

Mmh. I wanted my lesson, bad. So I stayed.

“So you want your spanking?”

I did not respond.

“Alex, I want you to remember, when you go after girls, that you have been taught by a woman who also spanked your bottom rosy.”

And indeed she spanked. It was not painful, but it stung. And in the end she had me look at my bottom in the wardrobe mirror.

“See? Rosy and nice. Now over the bed on your back.”

Again, she had prepared herself, for she had no panties under her dress. She played with my penis a little bit – the spanking had made it harden but it needed a bit more effort to be operational. Then, without more ado, she lowered herself on it and began moving. I could “feel” my bottom as the exerted herself – not pain but a slight discomfort. She did not need much time before climaxing – the spanking had had an effect on her too, it seemed!

After Edna regained her composure, she complimented me. “Good, Alex, very good. You know how to control yourself. And now a treat for you.”

She lifted herself off, then knelt on the bed, legs slightly apart, dress pulled up. Her bottom, really not bad for her age, was prominent; and from there a musky, sour smell came – the smell of sex, the smell of an excited woman. Oh, that smell…

I understood what was expected of me and, after adjusting my position and angle, pushed my member into her, at first carefully. Soon I was pumping with abandon, hands on her hips, holding her, pulling her onto my shaft. Soon I too climaxed.

“Alex, that too was very good. Now be a good boy and wipe me, will you?”

And so I did.

“Alex, I’m going to wash myself a bit and so should you, before your aunt comes back.”

I had definitely enjoyed both being under Edna and feeling her climax, and fucking her from behind (I was yet too naïve to know it as “doggy style”). I was unsure about the spanking. Did I like it? Not really, but did I hate it? Not really either. It was a troubling experience.