A Red Bottom for Cousin Helen
The next spanking story I will share happened a while back. I was only 11 when this happened but I remember it very well. I was spending the weekend with my aunty (my mom’s sister) because my parents were going for a weekend trip with my older sister’s (Jennifer) friend’s parents. They took Jennifer and Isabel and Sarah with them because they had friends to play with. I begged to stay with my aunt because I would have no one to play with on the trip. My aunt had one daughter named Helen. She was 15 and wasn’t happy to be spending the weekend with an 11-year-old. We never really played together as she was a teenager and I was just another annoying kid to her. It was a rainy Saturday and about 5 o’clock. My aunt set up the TV and let me watch cartoons. She had to go out to buy some groceries and left Helen in charge of me. Helen let me watch TV while she did some study in her room. She was very smart. Her parents were quite strict but they were fair. They let her hang out with friends provided she did her study
After a while she came down stairs for a glass of water, dressed casually in just a long black top which came down to just under her bottom and no pants. As she drank her water her mom came in. she dropped the shopping in the kitchen when she saw Helen.
“Honey, where are your pants?” she exclaimed.
“Mom, I always dress like this,” Helen replied.
“Yeah maybe in your bedroom but never down stairs!”
“OK so, I’ll go put on pants if it is such a big deal”
“No wait. Honey your fifteen and your half naked in the kitchen. And we even have guests!”
“So! What is the big deal I’ll just go change. Jeez take a chill pill”
“The big deal??? Honey I can see your bottom! You are dressed like a stripper for god’s sake. And don’t talk to me like that it’s disrespectful.”
“How is it disrespectful? You are acting like I killed a person! Look I’ll just go change and then you’ll be happy”
“Yes, you will go change but when I’m done with you”
She grabbed Helen by her blonde ponytail and dragged her towards the couch I was sitting on.
“Amanda honey, would you mind sitting on that armchair over there while I spank your cousin,” my aunt said to me.
“A spanking!! For a stupid little thing like this. I can’t believe it!!” protested Helen as I got off the couch and moved to the armchair. My aunt sat down on the couch and let go of Helen’s hair.
“Don’t speak to me like that. You’re getting a spanking because of the way you are dressed and the way you are talking to me. Now take off your panties and get over my lap,” my aunty said.
Helen put her fingers in the waistband of her panties and slid them off. Then she bent over her mother lap. My aunt rested her hand on her bottom and then moved the long top up to her back. She began to spank my cousins bottom and I was very intrigued. My older sister Jennifer sometimes got spanked but only in private. This was the first time I actually saw someone older than me getting spanked. I admired Helen’s bottom. It was nice, round and bubbly. I looked up to her because she was pretty and at 15 her body was formed well. So, seeing her bare bottom being slapped made me excited. To this day, it is the only spanking I ever got excited about because I generally hated getting spanked and hate seeing people get spanked. She was wriggling and squirming in her mother’s lap and she was kicking her legs high and wide. It gave me a clear view of her most private areas and it was my first time seeing private areas that were not mine and Helen’s was more matured than mine.
“Honey stop kicking your legs. It’s hard to spank your bottom when you are constantly moving,” said my aunt. She continued to spank Helen’s bottom. It was turning a light shade of red. I could hear Helen begin to sob. After another 2 minutes, she began moving and kicking again.
“Amanda, will you be a dear and hold Helen’s legs in place?” my aunt asked me. Helen shouted, “no please” but my aunt just gave her a hard slap on the bottom. I timidly got up and knelt down by Helen’s feet. She was wearing white socks which came up to just above her ankles. I gabbed both her legs where her socks came up to. I got even more excited when I realised how close I was to Helen’s private parts.
“Oh, mom please! This is so embarrassing. I don’t want Amanda holding my legs like I’m her age!” Helen protested.
“Well at least she dresses more maturely than you. And you are in no position to protest so I say you be quiet and take your spanking like a good girl,” her mom said. Holding Helen’s legs was a tough job. She kept trying to get free after every slap to her bottom. I had to put all my effort into holding her legs and that was hard because I was mesmerised by her private parts. Finally, when Helen’s bottom was nice and red, my aunt stopped spanking her and just let Helen lay over her lap for a bit. I was allowed to go back and sit down on the armchair.
“Now honey, I was really disappointed to come home and see you dressed like that. You can dress like that in your bedroom no problem. But if you come out in public like that ever again you can be sure to get a spanking. It’s just inappropriate when people can see your bottom. That’s where I draw the line. It is ok if you wear shorts and a long shirt but remember that if I, or if anyone else can see your bottom, you will get a spanking. Are you at least wearing a bra?”
“No….” replied Helen, her face turning red because of embarrassment. My aunt gave Helen 10 quick slaps to her already sore bottom.
“Honey, you are not a child anymore. You are a young lady so you should start dressing like one. Now go to your bedroom, put on your pyjamas, and go to bed. I will call you down in about an hour and you can help me make dinner,” my aunt informed her.
“But mom it’s only 5!! It is too early to go to bed,” Helen said. There were another couple of loud slaps on Helen’s bottom.
“I think you forget that you are lying over my lap with your bare bottom sticking out for me to slap when I want, so if I was you I wouldn’t argue and just do what I say. Now pick up your panties and you can put them on upstairs,” said my aunt.
“Fine!” said Helen stubbornly as she picked up her panties. She ran up the stairs and shut her door hard. My aunt just shook her head. After an hour, my aunt asked me to go get Helen to help her make dinner. I went into her room, where it was dark, and was about to wake her up when I noticed she was awake. I told her to come down stairs. She followed me down the stairs and into the kitchen.
“Right girls, you can help me make dinner. Helen, can you please take off your pyjama bottoms and panties and put them in the living room,” my aunty began to sty before Helen interrupted her.
“What for?? Mom please I learned my lesson that is soooo embarrassing,” Helen pleaded.
“Don’t interrupt me young lady. If you like walking around in long tops and no pants then this won’t be a problem for you,” lectured my aunt. I was just feeling awkward standing in the kitchen as my aunt gave out to my cousin.
“Yeah but my pyjama top is not a long top. I’ll be totally exposed!” whined Helen. Her mom just scowled at her and she knew what to do. Down came her pants and panties revealing her slightly hairy front and slightly red bottom from the spanking earlier. She went to the living room and put her things there, then came back to help make dinner.
Making the dinner was awkward as I kept having glimpses of Helen’s private parts. She was red in the face from embarrassment. Me and Helen then set up the table. My aunt was starting to put the food on the table then turned to look at Helen.
“Honey, after I spanked you I was wondering if I should spank you again but harder because of your attitude today and that loud door slam,” my aunt said to her.
“Oh, mom please! I’ve learned my lesson. There is no need,” pleaded Helen.
“I’ll decide when we finish eating. O.K.?” We sat down to eat and the meal was lovely. We all finished our meal, Helen finishing last because she was eating slowly from embarrassment. We sat there with all our food eaten.
“O.K honey, I think I’m going to give you another spanking,” announced my aunty, finally making up her mind. Helen began to sob and beg but it was to no avail.
“Go put our dishes in the dishwasher and meet me in the living room,” my aunt informed her. She told me I could go to the living room and watch some T.V if I wished. We waited in the living room until Helen finally came in. she was just wearing her pyjama top, her white socks and black fluffy slippers. Her mom told her to sit on the couch.
“Honey, the spanking I gave you earlier was just a quick one where the pain only lasts during the spanking. I want to give you a spanking where you will still feel the effects 3 days later.” Helen was crying now and I felt bad for her as I watched the tears roll down her face. she was ordered to bend over the back of the couch. My aunt spanked her with her hand for 5 minutes as a “warm up” spanking. My aunt then made Helen lift up her right foot. She took off her slipper before peeling off her sock. She did the same with her left foot. Helen now stood bare foot bending over the couch. My aunt picked up Helen’s slipper and began to spank her with that. I surprised how long the slippering went on for. If my memory serves correctly, it was about 15 minutes! Helen’s bottom was dark red. It looked REALLY sore!!
“Right, we are nearly done. Last step is the cane. Don’t worry only 3 strokes,” informed my aunt. “Amanda, will you please go get it is just in the closet in the hall.” As I got up my aunt continued to spank Helen with her hand. I came back with the long cane in hand and handed it to my aunt.
“Thank you honey! Helen, I want you to count each stroke.”
My aunt tapped the cane off Helen’s bouncy bottom a couple of times before taking a swing.
CRACK
“One,” sobbed Helen.
CRACK
“Two”
CRACK
“Ouch!!! Three”
“O.K. honey stand and face me.” Helen turned around and faced her mom while wiping tears from her face. her mom lifted up her top and felt where her boobs were.
“I can’t believe you!! After your earlier spanking, you still decide not to wear a bra! Get back over the couch for another 3 strokes NOW!” shouted my aunt.
CRACK
“I expect you to continue counting form where we left off. Let’s try that again.” Said my aunt.
CRACK
“Four”
CRACK
“Ow! Five”
CRACK
“Six” cried Helen.
She stood up and started doing the “spanking dance”. I smiled because I always found it funny. Helen saw me and stuck out her tongue at me. Her mom saw and gave her a hard slap to the bottom.
“After this hard spanking you still act like a rude brat. I would give you another 3 strokes but your bottom is nearly purple and I don’t think you could physically take it. Because of that rude gesture, you can wake up at 6 tomorrow morning and stand in the corner, bare bottom, until we wake up.”
Helen groaned and more tears left her eyes. Her mom told her to go to bed and she didn’t get her pants, socks or panties back because her mom said she would be doing corner time like that tomorrow morning.
The next morning my aunt woke me up at 10 and we went downstairs. In the corner stood Helen. Her bottom was slightly bruised and I could clearly make out the six welts caused by the cane yesterday. It was a very tough spanking and the first one I ever saw Helen get. I will never forget it because it was the only spanking EVER to turn me on.
THE END
