One of Mary’s favorite scenes when she topped was that I was her nephew. She suggested that I was the son of her much older sister. “Didn’t I tell you to be careful when you borrowed my car,” she scolded. “There’s a new scratch on the door that wasn’t there before.”

“I’m sorry, Aunt Mary,” I pleaded.

“What did I tell you last week when you broke my favorite mug,” she queried.

“That if I wasn’t careful, you’d give me a spanking,” I replied. I was already getting hard in anticipation.

“Got to my room and fetch the brush that’s on my dresser,” she commanded.

“Please, no! Not the brush. Can’t you just spank me with your hand,” I begged.

“Get the brush, right now,” Mary ordered. “Make it quick, or you’ll be getting an extra long, hard punishment.” I dawdled to her room, intentionally to provoke her. The sight of the brush only made my erection more tumescent, and I turned it over in my hands on the walk back, imagining the feel of the smooth head against my bare tush. As I held the brush, she went to work unbuckling my belt and opening my pants.

“No, please, not on the bare,” I played along.

“At my house, spankings are applied to a naughty boy’s bare backside. You’ve earned a really good spanking with my brush and it’s gonna be paddling your bare bottom,” she scolded as she finished opening my pants and then gave them and boxers a gave them both a forceful tug down. My erection bobbed free, my pants and underwear at my knees. “Over my knee,” Mary instructed, taking the brush from me and guiding me over her lap. She adjusted my position and tapped the brush against my bare cheeks. “If you don’t learn to respect my property, you’re going to find yourself in this same position on a regular basis and routinely have a very sore bottom,” she admonished and then began to spank. I intentionally writhed and wriggled, not so much because the spanking was painful - it definitely was - but Mary had challenged me to try to cum during an over-the-knee spanking. I had attempted several times and not yet succeeded. My ass was ablaze when she paused and queried, “Have you learned your lesson?”

“Yes ma’am,” I croaked.

“Well I hope so,” she replied and gave each cheek several more very hard swats. “Otherwise we can make this a twice daily exercise.” She prompted me to stand and then saw the copious pre-cum spots on her skirt. “You are such a naughty boy, soiling auntie’s skirt like that,” she mock chastised me, positioning me to sit on her lap. She gave my seared cheek a squeeze as she worked my cock with her other hand. I was much closer than either of expected and I suddenly released generously on her hand and both our lower torsos and laps. She held a semen coated finger to my mouth and I sucked it clean. She licked the remaining spunk from her hand and declared, “That was fun. Meet you in the shower?” I nodded enthusiastically, relishing the opportunity to apply her trusty bath brush vigorously to her bare, wet cheeks, hoping that the action would reinvigorate my now flaccid penis.