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That was me, I thought!

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But first, we phoned Grandmother, who gave her blessing for Auntie Jean to take over as my regular disciplinarian. Auntie Jean was in her early 40s and was a very strict woman. I could tell that from the way she wrote to me in our messages, but way more when I saw and talked to her in person.

Jean lived in the Fantasy forest story breeding chart city of York and this would be the first time I was to leave Scotland and travel south on my own. I would soon get used to this and the City of York. For our first get-together we were to meet in the railways station hotel.

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And the final big one was when I lost the house keys in public on my way back from university. This had cost Mum a lot of money for a locksmith to fit new locks.

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I looked at her and nodded, opening my backpack. She took her place on the chair and I took my hot pink tangle-tamer hairbrush out of Gay incest stories nifty backpack and handed it to Auntie.

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I shuffled back to her lap as quickly as I could with my tights and knickers at half mast, with my legs still twitching from the heat from my bum.

With a helping hand I was back over her knee. My red bum was thrust high in the air again. The cool summer afternoon air doing nothing to cool it down. Do I make myself clear, young lady? I felt the cold plastic run over my warm skin, then a blinding Nursing home sex story of pain registered in my mind after the crack filled the air. My squeals and yelps started right away. Growing louder and louder the longer Auntie worked the hard, plastic brush over my red-hot, bare stinging bottom and the crease at the tops of my thigh, to the point where I was sobbing like the little girl I am.

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I was left in the corner for twenty minutes before being told I was free to leave and return to Auntie, where a massive hug waited for me.

We sat and hugged and chatted. Auntie made me keep my tights and knickers down and my bottom bare until it was time to go home.

I kept sneaking looks at my bum and she kept stroking or patting it, till it was time to get a taxi back to the station. It was a long two-and-a-half hours sitting on a Teacher foot worship stories train seat all the way back to Edinburgh, but totally worth it.

I spent the whole trip back squirming. That missing jigsaw piece I had lost was now found and replaced in the puzzle of my life.