My second great desire in this weird and shadowy dimension was to be spanked myself by a stern, no-nonsense older female. This was kindled in me by Aunt Pam, with the help of her friend Doreen, who lived with her. Everything from the classics (a naughty young man gets spanked by his Mommy for not doing chores, or an unruly employee is strapped by his boss in her office), to the absurd, role play is where things can get exciting! What scene have you always wanted to do? What is your deepest fantasy? Miss Kelley has tremendous experience in a variety of roles, and can either help you craft the just-right scene, or dive in to your elaborate creation. Ses­sions are con­duct­ed in an atmos­phere of mutu­al respect. Please note I offer dis­ci­pli­nary ser­vices only and no sex­u­al activ­i­ties will take place. Although I don’t cane any­body to pulp, pun­ish­ments are giv­en seri­ous­ly. I am hap­py to pun­ish you on the bare bot­tom but don’t require full nudity.

I was 12 when I was sent to spend part of the summer at my uncle and aunt’s house in rural Queensland, Australia. I was a city boy, born and bred and in Brisbane, and my parents were typical of the 1980s progressive Aussie middle class of the time. I am also a spe­cial­ist film pro­duc­er mak­ing high qual­i­ty dis­ci­pline videos for adult enthu­si­asts. Some estab­lished clients have com­mis­sioned short bespoke films (for exam­ple of their own ses­sion) for their pri­vate use. Please do dis­cuss this with me if it is of interest. The next thing I knew, Aunt Pam was holding my arms firmly so I couldn’t move, and Doreen was unzipping my jeans. Then I was pulled across Pam’s knee in a daze. I could feel the swats to my rear. I had my underpants for cover though. I was determined not to let her get the best of me. I just lay still and let her spank me. After a few minutes, however my rear was starting to feel a little warm. I didn't like the feeling at all and started to squirm. A few minutes later the swats stopped. 'That wasn't bad. I can handle this' I thought. I moved to get up, but was pushed down again. I could hear the firm voice of my aunt. If not then your Aunty or Mum will resort to her favourite domestic implements, which include her Strap, Slippers and dreaded Hairbrush as well as the odd Cane or two.

Whether you wish a structured discipline scene, a harsh punishment or a therapeutic release type spanking, I would be happy to provide you with that. Up in the room I had been sharing with Peter, three frightened boys awaited their fate. Of course, my first question to my cousin was: “Are we going to get the cane?” It wasn’t the answer I wanted to hear. “Oh yeah, she’ll cane us for sure.”“Will it hurt a lot?”“Just wait and see.” There was a long pause. I could feel the beating of my own heart. Though I was confident that she wouldn't spank me, I was still a little uncertain. Aunt Christine's face seemed to be fraught with indecision. It seemed to make a decision. She started walking towards me. It wasn't a normal walk though. It seemed very deliberate. My mind told me to run from her. To get away, she wasn't bluffing at all! I tried to run, but my feat were frozen. I was paralyzed with fear. The fear of what she would do. When she reached me, she grabbed my ear, by the lobe. She started to pull me towards the door. Still, scared, I couldn't manage to move my feet. Suddenly, she gave me a sharp swat on my rear. That got me moving. As she marched me up the stairs, she started lecturing me. After about a half hour alone together, we were having a good conversation when my aunt asked me about my grades in school – which were bad. From what I remember I think it was one F, one D and the rest Cs. She took hold of my chin and looked me in the eye. “You’ve got the face of an angel and hands that are a gift from God. Now let’s see if you’ve got a nice little bottom that the Lord made for spanking, shall we? Take your trousers down!”

Finally, she turned to me, all smiles and said: “Well, Asher, I think we have an understanding now, don’t you? And now you’ve met my little helpers!”School is important Dan, you've finished junior high and it's time to look into high schools. At this rate, none of the good schools will take you." Then I heard her trot out this little ditty. “Spank a boy and do it right, trousers down, pants up tight. And if he smiles when he should frown, then spank him with his pants right down.” With that, Aunt Pam pulled my jeans down, exposing my underpants. My face was now near to the floor and I remember clearly the smell of the carpet, mixed with tobacco smoke as Doreen lit up a cigarette.