CHRIS'S SUMMER WITH AUNT BETH ADULT FANTASY STORY ONLY When I was twelve, my parents went to Europe for the summer and left me in the care of my widowed Aunt Beth who had two boys of her own, a one and a half year old named Tommy, and a twelve year old, Jimmy. Even before I arrived, I knew all too well that Aunt Beth was a no-nonsense woman who believed a good paddling was the best remedy for naughty boys. On one occasion, I even saw her spank Jimmy for rough housing with me in the living room and breaking a lamp. She took him by the wrist and led him into the den. As she left the door ajar, I could hear everything. "Young man, you know the rules about playing indoors. I've told you a hundred times but you don't seem to listen. I think you need to go across Mommy's lap for a good spanking, don't you. Let's see if you can learn a lesson through that naughty bottom of yours. Now put your hands to your sides." "Please Mommy, don't spank me, please. I'm sorry about the lamp. I didn't mean to break it, I swear, I didn't. No, Mommy, don't spank me, noooo." "Put your hands down or I'll get Chris to come in here and help me. Would you like that? Do you want your cousin to see Mommy spank you? Do you? Let's get these pants down ... that's right ... and these too. Now over you go... come on, all the way over." A few moments later, I heard the unmistakable sounds of a hand slapping a bare bottom. After about fifteen spanks, Jimmy stopped pleading to be let off and began to cry in earnest. Apparently determined to give him what she had promised, Aunt Beth continued to scold and spank without slowing down. "You know all too well what happens to bad little boys in this house, Jimmy. They end up with a bare bottom over Mommy's knee, don't they? If they're really naughty, they might get a diaper punishment. You don't want that again, do you? If you'd act your age for a change instead of behaving like a baby, Mommy wouldn't have to spank you, would she?" Unable to restrain my curiosity, I crept to the doorway and peered in. There was a tear-streaked, red bottomed Jimmy crying and kicking over Aunt Beth's lap as her hand rose and fell in a quick, regular rhythm. Suddenly aware of my presence, Aunt Beth stopped, turned to look me straight in the eye, and said, "Chris Wilson, if you were my little boy, you'd be coming over my lap next for a good dose of the same medicine. It's all too clear you need it just as much as Jimmy. Now stop spying before I change my mind." Afterwards, when I had a chance to talk to Jimmy, I asked what Aunt Beth had meant by diaper punishment. Going red in the face, he mumbled "Nothing, and changed the subject. Since he'd had enough that day, I didn't press the question. It was only after moving in for the summer that I learned Aunt Beth had a variety of ways to punish bad boys. Upon arrival, she informed me my parents had given her full authority to discipline me as she saw fit. Looking down at me with her arms on her big hips, she gave me a stern lecture. "Almost all boys I know need regular spankings to keep them in line. Judging from what I've observed in the past, Chris, you are certainly no exception. From now on you're going to have to mind me or you'll find yourself over my lap with a very sore, red bottom. Do you understand?" A week later that I found out how true her remarks were. Just before Friday supper, Jimmy had dared me to eat some of Tommy's baby food with him. To my surprise, it tasted pretty good and we polished off two jars. Though we carefully hid them in the basement garbage can, Aunt Beth noticed they were missing when she went to get Tommy's food. Calling us into the kitchen, she demanded an immediate explanation. At first we denied any knowledge or involvement. To this, Aunt Beth replied, "I'm going to punish you boys twice as hard if you insist on lying to me. You know I don't tolerate lying in my house." Apparently all too aware of what she meant, Jimmy quickly volunteered the truth. "Mommie, we were just curious to see what it tasted like, I swear. We didn't really do anything wrong ... we just ate two little jars. I promise it won't happen again". To this explanation, Aunt Beth responded, "Jimmy, you obviously didn't learn your lesson the last time you got into Tommy's food. If the two of you insist on acting like babies, I can arrange for you to see what it's really like. Let's see if you mind eating nothing but baby food for the rest of the weekend, starting right now." At that she brought out eight jars of Gerber baby food, scraped them out into two bowls, and ordered us to sit down at the kitchen table. Next she tied baby bibs around our necks and sitting between us, began to spoon food rapidly into our mouths. As we couldn't keep up with the pace, there was soon a gooey mess dribbling down our faces and onto our bibs. After we had finished the food, Aunt Beth wiped us off, untied the bibs, and ordered us to our room. Though I was relieved to be getting off so lightly, Jimmy looked scared as if something more was in store for us. When I asked him about that, all he would say was, "You'll see. She's got more than bay food in mind." Sure enough, Aunt Beth entered five minutes later, carrying a pile of diapers. Closing the door behind her, she crossed the room and sat down on one of the beds. As I listened, scarcely able to believe my eyes and ears, she scolded Jimmy about getting into Tommy's things and asked him if he didn't remember his last diaper punishment. Noticing my shock, she turned and explained herself to me. "Chris, all grown up boys who insist on acting like babies in my house have to wear diapers and plastic pants to bed for two nights. If they stay dry for both nights, the diapers come off each morning. Knowing your cousin Jimmy, that is usually a problem. Any big babies with wet diapers in the morning get spanked and changed into dry ones which they have to wear for the rest of the day. All diaper punishments start with a good sound spanking. Which brings me to the next, badly needed item of business." Placing the diapers beside her on the bed, Aunt Beth ordered Jimmy to come near. Though he began to whine, "Mommy, please don't spank me ... no please ... not a spanking", he nonetheless moved toward her as if following a routine he knew all too well. As I watched in both horror and fascination, Aunt Beth swiftly undid and lowered Jimmy's pants, pulled down his underpants, and helped him step out of them entirely. She then lifted her dress well above her knees, pulled Jimmy between her legs, and clamped them around his struggling thighs. Bending him over her left knee, she began to spank him with a rapid series of hard smacks, all the while scolding him. "You naughty big baby! How do you like being turned bare bottomed over Mommy's lap for a sound spanking in front of your cousin? Apparently your diaper punishments haven't worked very well in the past. Perhaps wearing diapers in front of Chris will make a difference. Are you finally going to mind me now, you big baby? Are you? ... Are you going to start acting your age or will Mommy have to keep you in diapers all week?." His plump cheeks danced each time her hand descended and swiftly turned pink and then red. Trapped between her thighs, Jimmy could only sob uncontrollably and drum his feet on the floor as the spanking went on and on. After what seemed at least five minutes, she finally stopped and held him there until his sobs began to subside. Standing him up, she smothered his face in her bosom while he rubbed his scarlet behind. Instead of the stern disciplinarian, Aunt Beth now spoke to him in soothing tones. "Now darling, your spanking's over. You know Mommie loves you. She has to spank you so you'll mind her better. Does baby wanted Mommy to rub his sore bottie? Does he?" Nodding and burying his head even further, Jimmy moved his hands to hug her while she reached back to stroke and squeeze his fanny. Opening a drawer in the side table, she pulled out a bottle of baby oil and squirted it liberally onto her hands. Then she began to vigorously massage Jimmy's bottom and loins, her fingers sliding deeply between his cheeks and legs until his red bottom glistened like an apple. Released him from her arms and legs, she guided him to stand facing away from the bed. From this position, I could see his well oiled penis had become rigid and was almost as red as his bottom. Noticing my surprise, Aunt Beth explained, "Don't be embarrassed about that, Chris. It happens to all big babies when they get their baby oil rubbed on." She then arranged three thick diapers in a stack on the bed and pushed Jimmy's hips backwards, sitting him down onto the fluffy mass. Though quietly crying not to be diapered, he again did nothing to resist. Carefully she pulled each diaper up between his legs and pinned them into place. Then she put Jimmy's feet, one by one, through the leg holes on the plastic pants and pulled the pants up until they sealed his bulky diapers in a tight plastic envelope. All this, and the sight of a remaining pair of plastic pants and set of three diapers made my own penis stiff with a mixture of anticipation and fear. Leaving Jimmy lying on his back, she took the remaining diapers, pants, and oil to the other bed where she seated herself. Again lifting her skirts high up on her waiting thighs, Aunt Beth turned to me, beckoned with her finger, and said, "Don't think I've forgotten about the other boy who eats baby food. I think it's time you learned firsthand what happens to naughty little boys in this house, don't you? Come over here and let Aunt Beth get you ready for your spanking." Like Jimmy before me, and indeed, every boy about to get paddled, I begged not to be spanked. Yet my feet shuffled reluctantly towards her as if they knew resistance was futile. Brushing aside my hands, she undid my belt and buckle and unzipped me with nimble, experienced fingers. Pulling down my jeans and then my underpants, she uncovered my still throbbing penis which she immediately seized in an oily, warm hand. "Why you naughty boy! I haven't even put baby oil on you yet and already your little pee pee is stiff. It looks like Chris approves of my methods for punishing bad babies, doesn't it Jimmy?". Though I stood there silent and shamefaced, my eyes averted from both Jimmy and Aunt Beth, my whole being was riveted on the squeezing sensation of her hand. She quickly pulled me as far between her legs as I could go and clamped down so that the squeezing sensation on my penis was transferred to my whole body, caught in the warm prison of her plump thighs. She must have gotten quite a bit of Jimmy's baby oil on her thighs. For as she squeezed me and adjusted her position, I found myself sliding around between her thighs, the cool air a reminder that my naked fanny was about to be spanked. Bending me over her knee, she tightened her thighs even more and began to spank me much harder and more rapidly than I expected, causing me to begin crying immediately. Trapped within the enveloping oily softness of her thighs, I kicked and lunged about. Yet nothing I did prevented the rapid Spank ... Spank ... Spank .. Spank which rained down on my unprotected bottom. As a slow fire build up in my fanny, I wriggled desperately like a trapped eel, my cries increasing in tempo and urgency. But the spanking went on and on, interspersed with a constant scolding about what a big baby I was and how badly I had needed a sound spanking. After three or four minutes, a feeling of exhaustion and , complete helplessness overcame me and I collapsed over her lap, my head near the floor, resigned to the full spanking however long it might be. It seemed I had become the baby Aunt Beth said I was, upside down, naked from the waist down, crying my heart out, about to be diapered, completely dependent on an all powerful mother- figure who was giving me what Mommies all over the world gave naughty big babies, a good, long, well-deserved bottom warming. By now, my penis had gone limp along with the rest of me as I sobbed and surrendered to a deep sense of dependency and emotional release. When at last she stopped and stood me up, I understood why Jimmy had buried his head in her soft breasts until his crying subsided. Instinctively I did the same as I felt her warm hands reach back to cup and massage my sore fanny. After a moment, she stopped to apply baby oil on her hands and then continued her massage, sliding one hand back over and between my fanny cheeks while the other worked the oil on thoroughly in front. Within a few seconds, my penis regained its original stiffness, a change which seemed to draw even more attention from her squeezing, rubbing hand. Finally she whispered softly into my ear, "Baby Chris, it's time for your diapers. Are you you're not going to give me any trouble and force me to put you back over my lap for another spanking?" Faced with that choice, all I could do was whimper and cry not to be diapered as I let her guide me backwards down onto the soft fluffy mass. As she pulled them up between my legs and pinned them into place, it felt as if the warmth of my spanked bottom were being preserved by the enveloping diaper mass for the rest of the night as a reminder of what happened to naughty boys in Aunt Beth's house. Then Aunt Beth kissed us both goodnight, turned out the light, and said, "I'm locking you bad boys in you room for your own good. I don't want to hear anything from you all night, is that clear? If you have to go pee pee, or even poo poo, you'll just have to use your diapers just like real babies. I'll come in at tomorrow morning to check on you. Now good night". And with that she closed and locked the door, and went downstairs to her bedroom. Sometime in the middle of the night, bladder pains woke me up. Still half asleep, I started to get out of bed for the bathroom but then felt the diapers hugging me and panicked. Waking Jimmy up, I urgently asked him what to do. To my surprise, he mumbled I would just have to pee in my diapers and rolled over to sleep. After holding out for another fifteen minutes, I finally had to do the inevitable. What a contrast between the warm wetness which spread throughout my loins and the dry bed around me. Somehow this soggy warmth was comforting and I fell back to sleep soon thereafter. When I opened my eyes, it was daybreak and I needed to make a poopie badly. Jimmy was awake too, and watched as I banged on the door for Aunt Beth to let me go to the bathroom. "You're wasting your time, Christ", he said. "Mommie never lets me out until it's nine o'clock. And that's in two hours. You'll just have to hold it or else go poo poo in your diapers." I managed to hold out for only forty five minutes. Then I found my poopie starting to slide out by itself as I lay on my side. Each time it did, I squeezed my muscles as hard as I could and kept it inside for another few minutes until it began to slide out again. Finally, it just kept sliding out and I surrendered as a huge load quickly filled my wet diapers. This was followed by another long pee. When that ended, I buried my head in the pillow, ashamed beyond measure and silently enduring a wet sticky mass pressing against my buttocks and slipping between my legs. When and Aunt Beth had entered the room. I could not bear to look her in the eyes. "How are our two big babies doing this morning? Are we dry? It smells like one of you has messed his diapers, doesn't it? Pulling down the covers, she reached down Jimmy's diapers, and said, "Wet again, you baby. You know what that means. You're going to be changed back into dry diapers for the rest of the day after breakfast." Aunt Beth the pulled down my sheets and sniffed the aroma which filled the air. So here is our messy baby. Come on, get up, Mr. Potty Pants. It's time for breakfast. We'll get you changed into clean diapers afterwards. It looks like we're going to have to set up a nursery in this house for the next few days. From now on, the bathroom will stay locked so you two can get used to using your diapers just like real babies. If you need changing, you'll just have to ask me. Now come on down to the kitchen table, you two."