I was by then used to Edna taking with me considerable liberties involving my rear end, but I had not expected a spanking — the first spanking of my life, since my parents did not believe in corporal punishment. Yet another “first”! And I had consented to it… as said Edna, no spanking, no lesson, and I deeply wanted a lesson even at the price of humiliation and some slight pain.

The next day, Josephine again left for a music rehearsal. As soon as she was out, Edna came to me and looked at me straight in the eyes, while a little smile.

“So, Alex. Did you like yesterday’s spanking?”

What could I answer? The truth was that even though it was physically unpleasant and intellectually mortifying, I had enjoyed it in a certain way. Somehow, and I could not explain it, I enjoyed Edna taking control over me. I remained silent, and lowered my eyes.

“We’re going to go first through what you learned in the pamphlets that I gave you. Please ask questions about what seems mysterious to you.”

We went a bit through the theory of sex, fertility and, most importantly, how not to get undesired babies.

“Good, now I have a treat for you. Please go to the toilet, number one and number two if possible. Use the bidet, ladies do no like dirty boys.”

What did she have in store for me? Oh well. I did as told. As I came back, I saw her sitting on my bed, a bag near her. Uh-oh.

“Please remove your pants and briefs and lay across my lap. You know the drill.

- Another spanking? Oh, Edna…

- Alex, remember. You are free to stop any time your initiation, but if you want to go on, you will do as told.”

I removed my pants and briefs.

“Since you are at it, please remove everything.”

And so I stood naked, and so I laid myself across Edna’s comfortable lap.

“Good. Indeed, you will receive a spanking, but it will be softer and shorter than yesterday’s. It’s just to get you in the mood, you see.”

And so she did. Indeed, she seemed to be more toying with my buttocks than spanking me, pulling one cheek, hitting the other, sometimes tickling me, then slapping me.

“You have a very nice derrière, Alex.”

Her hand reached between my thighs and tickled me between my scrotum and my anus. Another hand caressed my buttocks. I felt my penis harden, which was not much comfortable given the position. Suddenly her hand withdrew and slapped me hard. And back to more pulling, tickling and light slapping.

I then heard her rummaging in her bag. Some noises. A jar of Vaseline? Was she about to take my temperature?

I felt my buttocks being pried apart.

“Please bear down for me.”

I expected a thermometer, or a finger. I felt something different.

“Bear down.”

The thing pushed and entered slightly, then withdrew. Some more rummaging.

“Alex, it’s important that anything that enters back there be well lubricated. Please bear down for me again.”

And then came the thing again, and a little more pushing, and again withdrawing. More lubricant added.

“Alex, I want you to relax, and get used to it.”

This time, the thing went deeper, and stayed a bit longer. It however withdrew, and more Vaseline was applied, and again the order to bear down, and again the penetration. Deeper. I felt Edna’s left hand caressing my back and buttocks while the other held the object, whatever it was, in.

“Good boy. Relax.”

Easier said than done. Especially since Edna was slightly moving the thing, pressing it downwards, towards my navel. The movement changed to some slight in and out movements, which gradually became wider. It came to me that I was just… being fucked in the rear. It was not unpleasant, but not really pleasant either.

“See, Alex? This is what happens to a woman when you penetrate her.”

After some more movement, I blurted out.

“But for a woman, er, we use the vagina!

- Alex, yes, women have a hole designed for that. But as you now know, using it in this way risks creating babies, and furthermore some women want to keep their hymen intact. So doing it in the rear is also an option. But, as you experience, it need much lubrication and progression otherwise it’s bound to be uncomfortable.”

By the time she had finished her explanation, the movements had become more ample. My anus had relaxed and I could feel the object coming in and out; I could not however call the situation comfortable. Then she again had it press towards my navel, producing the same weird sensation that her fingers had produced.

She slapped my bottom, not too hard, and removed the object. “Now get up and get on your back, bottom on this towel.”

I obeyed. I saw her lubricating again the object — it was a carrot, of the long and thick kind.

“Legs apart, please.”

The carrot was soon at my opening. “Bear down.” And again it entered. Edna then took my penis in her hand. With one hand, she masturbated me, with the other, she maneuvered the carrot in and out, sometimes pushing its tip towards my navel and producing these sensations that were mid-way between pleasure and an urge to urinate.

I soon exploded in Edna’s hand. Curiously, pleasure again seemed to come both from my sex and my anus.

“There, there.”, she said, and kissed me on the cheek.

“I have chores to do. Go to the bathroom and wash yourself front and back. Vaseline sticks so be extra careful with the back.”

And so I did. My anus was a bit sore, and I could still “feel” it later when I had a bowel movement.

At dinner, that day, we had carottes Vichy, along with beef tongue. Aunt Josephine asked me whether I liked carrots; before I could answer, Edna interjected “Sure he does! Besides it does him good.”. I blushed.

That night I could not help wondering whether we had eaten the carrot that had violated my fundament.