Corrected By Aunt Paula F/M

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Corrected By Aunt Paula

Paula was working in the kitchen, the stove adding heat to the sweltering day. She kept asking
herself, "Where the hell is that boy?" Shaking her head in disbelief, Paula could not believe her
nephew had let her down. He swore to her that he would take care of the barn for her. Storms
were expected now and they were predicted to be bad. James should have been here early this
morning. Had he been, like he assured her he would be, he would now be finished with every-
thing. She would no longer be worried. But she was more than worried. The storms could cause
severe damage to the barn, already in dire need of repairs. James had committed to her long ago,
"I will handle the barn for you, Aunt Paula. I have the tools in my truck. It will only take about half
a day." But there was always an excuse why he could not come. Her nephew was the king of
excuses.

This weekend, she had put her foot down. "James, if you are not here, I will be very disappointed."

"I will be home early. The guys really need me as a fourth for poker after Ralph said he couldn't be
there," he explained. "I can be at your place by 8 a.m. No problem."

She had tried using common sense with him. "I know you, James. You will play poker until the
wee hours of the morning then you will sleep in." She reminded him, "I could have paid for a
handy man from town long ago but you kept telling me that would do it."

"Now, Aunt Paula," he cajoled. "You know as well as I do it would have cost you a small fortune
to get someone from town out here. And they would not do the job right. Someone ought to just
take advantage of you."

So Paula relented. Trusting her nephew to be true to his word, She was a fool. She wiped the
perspiration beading on her forehead with her apron. She turned off the stove, her canning now
complete. A long soak in a tepid bubble bath, Ah, that's what she needed. "If I ever get my
hands on that boy, I swear, I will give him a lesson in commitment he will never forget."

Paula was removing her apron when she heard the hum of a motor and the crackle of the
graveled drive. Looking out the kitchen window, she recognized the distinctive truck that
belonged to her nephew. "Well, I'll be. Just 7 hours late," she muttered.

James jumped from the truck a little too quickly. He was still a little shaky from his all-nite
poker session. Maybe a little hung over, too, from the beer he inhaled. Well, he would try
hard not to let his condition show in front of his Aunt. She would already be angry because
he was so late. He should have listened to her in the first place. He looked up at the sky.
Dark clouds were gathering quickly on the horizon. "Damn," he kicked at the gravel beneath
his feet. "She's going to bite my head off and I will have nothing to say for myself." He
removed his toolbox, knowing full well he would not get much done today. How was he
ever going to make it up to her? If those storms tore up her barn. . .James didn't even
want to think about how much she would have to spend to hire a crew to repair everything.

Paula watched from the window. He was acting so nonchalant. As if he had no care in
the world. Her mind filled with exactly how she would teach him a lesson. He might be
a military trainer for a living, he might be over 30 years of age. But, by God, James was
about to learn a very valuable lesson and it was long overdue.

The screen door slammed behind him and the smile he had fixed on his handsome face
quickly faded when Aunt Paula turned her steely gaze to him. James visibly gulped.
"I am so sorry, Aunt Paula, I should have listened to you about. . ."

She cut him off sharply, "Save your apologies, young man. They mean absolutely nothing
to me at this point."

James paled. He removed his ball cap and hung his head in shame. "What can I do to make
it up to you, Aunt Paula?" he whispered humbly.

"Come with me. NOW!" She grabbed him by the hand and nearly dragged him all the way to
the barn. He tried desperately to think of something he could say to calm her down. He had
absolutely no idea why they were headed to the barn. But James was intelligent enough to
know that he had pushed his Aunt too far this time. If he could turn back the hands of time,
he would gladly go backward to the previous night and tell the guys to count him out. He
had promised her he would be there and he let her down. "No matter what," he told himself,
"I will have to do whatever she asks."

Inside the barn, the air was stifling. The storms were still off in the distance. It might be another
hour before they arrived and cool things off a bit. His Aunt let go of his hand, finally releasing her
death grip. He flexed his fingers. He watched as she lifted a well-worn blanket from a hook next
to one of the stalls. She flung it across a bale of hay and sat folding her arms across her chest.
Her brows were furrowed in obvious anger. Again, James hung his head. He felt like a six year
old little boy. He wished she would yell at him and get it over with. Her silence was deafening
and unsettling. His belly tightened in knots. He was very fond of his Aunt and hated upsetting
her. He clasped his hands behind his back. He would rather be facing a firing squad than his
Aunt.

"James, how long have I asked you about the repairs on my barn?" she asked in a very controlled
voice.

He could not bring himself to look at her, "About 3 months."

'How many times have you said that you were going to be here and then had an excuse why
you were unable to make it?"

"I. . .uh. . .I don't remember, Aunt Paula," he stammered still unable to look up.

"Every weekend in the past 3 months." James said nothing in response as he truly was at a
loss for words.

"I tried to reason with you yesterday when you said you were playing poker. Knowing that you
would play all night long, drink all night long," she continued. "That's exactly what you did, am
I right?"

James nodded sheepishly. "Am I right?" she asked with more firmness in her voice.

"Y-Yes, Ma'am."

"You have been very irresponsible of late, wouldn't you agree, young man?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Irresponsible behavior requires drastic corrective action." She paused before adding, "Don't you
think so, James?"

"Yes, Ma'am," was all he could think to say. He added, "Whatever you think I deserve, Aunt Paula."

"Hmm, interesting that you should say that, James, because I believe I have the answer."

He looked up at her questioningly. "The corrective action I intend to take is giving you a long
overdue spanking. What do you think about that?"

James stared, mouth agape, in disbelief. He was sure he had not heard her correctly. He
finally gathered the courage to ask, "Did you say spanking?"

"I believe you heard me, young man. Maybe after I blister your irresponsible bottom you will
follow through with commitments you make."

"But, Aunt Paula, I am a grown man!" he exclaimed.

"Did you just tell me 'whatever you think I deserve?' or did you not say that?"

"Yes, Ma'am, but. . ."

"The only 'butt' in this debate will be your own, James. Your butt bared for corrective action
in the form of a spanking. Now come here to me."

James openly stared at her with wide eyes firmly rooted to where he stood. He knew that he
deserved the worst but a spanking? He could not recall when he was last spanked. But he
was a young boy when that happened. He was a full grown man and his Aunt was proposing
to. . .

"I am waiting, James. I am truly tired of waiting for you. I have waited for 3 months for you to
fix my barn like you promised. It's time you learn the value of giving your word to me." She
stood up. "Come here to me, James."

It was if he was sleep walking. His feet shuffled forward. Just a few steps and he was standing
before her. "Lower your pants, young man."

"Aunt Paula, please. . ."

"Either you lower them or I will. Now get on with it, boy!" she demanded.

James fumbled with his belt buckle. His mind was racing. OMG, was she really going to do this?
OMG, was he really going to LET her do this? And OMG, why was he excited? He could feel
himself growing rigid.

"You are wasting time," she complained. Then her hands were on his zipper, now on the waist band
of his jeans. She was forcing the jeans down past his growing bulge and his buttocks . . . down his
thighs. She had to squat down as she shoved them down to his ankles.

"Now will you remove your boxers or shall I?"

He just stood there, incapable of movement. His Aunt reacted as he imagined her to do. Her hands
were warm against his flesh as she pulled the elastic wider and then down. There was no hiding his
arousal. He knew she saw it. But his Aunt never commented. She got on with the business at hand.

Paula sat back down on the blanketed hay bale. Reaching, she grasped her nephew's wrist and
jerked him forward. Hobbled by the garments, he stumbled forward and fell over her lap. She
trapped his penis between her thighs and positioned him over her, one hand holding his waist
securely.

Suddenly more aware of what was about to happen, James began to protest in earnest,
"Aunt Paula, please don't do this. I am so sorry for disappointing you."

"I'm sure you are NOW, James. But it is too late. You will pay the price of poor decisions
on your bare bottom."

He started to plead with her again, but before he could open his mouth, he felt a sharp
SMACK from her palm on his right buttock. It was quickly followed by another on his
left buttock. His hand automatically reached back to ward off the blows. His Aunt
simply grappled his wrist and pinned it to the small of his back; then a quick flurry
of SLAP, SMACK, SLAP, SMACK, SLAP, SMACK covering his entire bottom.
James did not utter a sound but was surprised at the stinging strength of her hand.
He was trying to imagine what his bottom looked like. As his Aunt continued his
flesh became increasingly heated.

Abruptly she stopped. James started to rise. "That wasn't so bad," he thought to himself.
"In fact," he thought, "I might grow to like this." He had to keep his back to her so his
hands could cover his still aroused penis.

Paula leaned over and reached for his jeans, still pooled at his ankles. He bent to assist, but
she slapped his hands away. "I'm not finished with you yet, young man." He stood erect,
a confused look on his face. "That was just a warm up, James. Your lesson, I'm afraid,
must continue so I can make a lasting impression upon you." She slipped his belt from
each loop of his jeans and stood.

"Bend over the bale of hay," she instructed.

"Aunt Paula, I have learned my lesson, I promise," he insisted.

"Like Hell, boy." She gave him a shove against his lower back, pushing him forward. His hands
automatically shot out to break his fall. His bare butt waived in the air. He opened his mouth
to protest further as he heard the whistle of leather through the air and the unmistakable WHAP as it
connected with his exposed skin. YIKES it smarted more than he could have imagined. His
Aunt had a powerful swing. She cut through the air several more times, landing the belt
against his buttocks and the tops of his thighs. Angry red slashes turned to welts. James
could no longer hold silent. He bellowed and wriggled his butt with each connection.

Aunt Paula was impervious to his begging. "Yeow, that really hurts! Please stop, Aunt
Paula!" No dice. "OOOUUCHH!! I've had enough!" Nothing. "AAHH!! I will never let
you down again, I promise!!"

She totally ignored his pain and agony. He bottom felt like it was on fire. She reprimanded
him verbally as she swung the belt. James could no longer hear her words. He could only
feel the result of his poor behavior. He lost count of the blows but thought she had given
him 50 strokes of the belt. When she finally stopped, he thought he might lose his balance.

"Stay still, James."

"No more, please, Aunt Paula. I swear I will be good. I swear!!"

He could not see what she was doing. He could only hear the crunch of her movements on the
hay covered floor of the barn. Thunder rolled outside in the distance. The storms would begin
soon. He already had a storm against his bottom. Would his humiliation end soon?

A whirring sound then a burning sensation on his already damaged flesh. He jerked at the
tree switch his Aunt now swatted against him. A total of 5. When she was through, his
shoulders were shaking, his body quivering. She could hear his quiet sobs. He stood,
slowly. Paula cupped his face, streaked with moisture. She swiped under his eyes
with her thumbs.

Paula hugged him. James hugged her back and buried his head against her neck. "I don't
want to have to do that again, James, but I will if you push me to it. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Ma'am," he uttered sniveling. "Thank you for caring for me so much."

A loud clap of thunder sounded overhead. "Let's get inside before we are drenched out here.
I will rub some lotion on your burning bottom."

James pulled up his boxers, gingerly. The fabric scratched. He removed his jeans, however.
They both walked quickly to the house and got the door closed just as torrents of rain began
to pelt down. "Go lay down on the bed, on our tummy, James. I will get the lotion."

He did as instructed, removing his boxers. His erection was back. He would hide it beneath
his belly as he lay in waiting for the cooling lotion. Before he lay down, however, he caught
sight of his bottom in the dresser mirror. He whistled quietly between his teeth at the sight
of his angry flesh, crimson and hot. He hesitated before touching himself. He smiled at
himself.

Paula sat beside him on the bed and began massaging his buttocks with lotion. James
moaned at her delicate touch, remembering well how fiercely she walloped him moments
ago. The lotion felt wonderfully healing but he knew he would have trouble sitting. The
storm raged outside. The power flickered. It would soon go out.

He turned to his side and looked at his Aunt as she screwed the lid back on the bottle
of lotion. "Thank you, again, Aunt Paula, for taking such good care of me. I apologize
for hurting you with my bad behavior. I trust you to know when I need discipline in
the future."

She smiled then leaned over to kiss his cheek. "I will get the kerosene lamps ready
then get us some dinner. That should give you enough time to take care of yourself."
She nodded at his engorged penis. He blushed. "Then grab a shower, James. It will
be a while before you are able to leave the way it sounds outside."

She stood to leave the room. Ignoring his embarrassment, he stood and hugged her again.
She closed the door behind her as she left him to his own needs.

[jeffotk]

Great Story.

[Often123]

Aunt Paula can be a no-nonsense woman, but he did earn this one. This character I'd like to read more about.

[maryr27]

Good for his aunt and long overdue.