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."