Aunt Darla Gets Spanked

My patience was gone. Destroyed. Evaporated. Buried. Wiped off the face of this Earth. No longer to be seen.

My patience was an ex-parrot.

Darla, my Aunt-in-law-to-be, was the one who killed it. She was 59 years old to my 32, but she had gone through several lifetimes of familial trauma from a family so toxic they made the Borgias look like the Cleavers. She had been a beauty pageant contestant as a young woman, but her father made her quit to marry a rich asshole who died young. Now she was married to a passive aggressive jerk who liked Hawaii too much ( yes, he is white as hell). Between Darla's Dad and her two husbands, her psyche had been squeezed into a constant cycle of Needing to Please and then Deliberately Creating Chaos. So as Terry and I planned our wedding, Darla meddled in everything and took it as an insult if we disagreed with anything she said, therein staying true to her family's history.

And look, I know all families have their troubles, but Terry's family was beyond fucked up. Despite what Terry had told me, it didn't prepare me for the experience of the meeting the entire clan as our wedding date approached. The thing is I have always been the kind of person people seem to want to talk to, and the VanDreesans were no exception. As I heard things from each family member their stories painted an aggregate picture of co-dependent toxic behavior that we didn't have names for back then. I realized even Terry didn't know all the stuff her family had done, was doing and will keep on doing to itself. It was terrifying, especially as I was an only child from a small family. To be honest, I was seriously considering calling the wedding off. It was important to at least respect your spouse's family, and I was having a hard time doing that.

It all came to a head three weeks before my wedding. Darla had been commenting on the cleanliness of my house all day. Some comments were passive aggressive, some weren't. Her attitude and bearing made it worse. She was tall, almost willowly, and had a decent body, and a bubble butt that I would have ogled on anyone else. Her age was apparent, but she had kept herself up with tennis and volunteering at the museums. Her perfectly colored chestnut hair was shoulder length, with a hairstyle that screamed Entitlement. She had bright green eyes and a photogenic smile, a smile she always used when saying things like...

"Say, Bob, does your bookshelf always seem so dusty?"

Or...

"Oh my goodness, it is so nice to see such a laid back approach to laundry. I'm jealous."

And then,

"Say, would you like me to give your bathroom to once-over, you know, just to spruce it up?"

I had cleaned it that morning.

And that was the line that turned my patience into an ex-parrot.

In that same moment I also realized that yelling and a mere display of anger would be useless. It was in fact the one thing she wanted. So, a different tactic would be necessary.

"Really?" My voice snapped the air like a whip. She took a step back and brought her hand to her chest, like a frightened heroine in a Black and white movie.

"Um, well, I just thought it might..."

"Let's go take a look together, shall we?" I grabbed her hand and pulled her to the bathroom. She was wearing a long dress that belted at the center with short sleeves with an open top that showed a lot of cleavage, cleavage that jiggled and bounced as I forced her up the stairs. Reaching the bathroom, I stood her in front of me in the doorway and held her arms in my hands, aiming her entire body as I turned her to scan the entire room, like her body was a searchlight for filth. "Where is there any sign of dirt or filth, Darla VanDreesan?"

"Bob, please! What are you..."

I continued to aim her around the bathroom. "It still smells like cleanser, Darla. Even the soap dish is clean. And that tub is shining. Shining!" I was angry, but I was careful not to dig my fingers into her arms. I knew I was walking a very thin line here, but I was in control of my feelings. And she was not resisting my grip at all. Weird.

"I was merely suggesting...!"

I spun her around to face me. "This bathroom is clean." I insisted.

"But.. that is.. I just felt..." Darla stammered in response I'm not sure what came over me next, but while looking in her blue eyes was she squirmed in front of me, an idea popped into my head and then it went right to my hands. I turned her to the side and gave her ass a swat. One solid, hard spank on a single ass cheek. Darla yelped, and then I turned her back to face me.

"Bob, what the hell was that!?"

"Darla, this bathroom is clean."

"I don't think the bathroom is the.."

I didn't let her finish. I spun her once more to the side and gave her other ass cheek a single solid swat, but a little harder. She yelped again and did a little jig of pain. As I turned her back to me she had trouble catching her breath.

"Bob.. I.. you can't..". She stood there, looking me in the eyes, making no attempt to move past me. I was completely OK with the thought of her telling her family I gave her a spanking in the bathroom, and that was evident on my face. Darla's eyes locked onto me, her breath was shallow and labored, and she kept licking her lips. She wasn't scared. She wasn't angry. What the fuck? Her hands her at her side and her fingers were flexing and unflexing. Her face was different, all that meanness that usually obscured her beauty was washing away. Wait a minute... was she getting turned on?

"This... bathroom... is... clean." I said slower. I also said it with the stirring intensity of my hardening cock. Oh my god, she wanted me to spank her ass! And I was telling her that I knew she did.

She opened and closed her mouth, stammering, gasping for words. Her eyes were wide and wild but not from fear. It was something else, something she couldn't put into sound. I couldn't either. My hand was still warm from it's brief but delicious contact with Darla's bubble butt. I wanted to do it again.

Slower this time, with sensuous deliberation, I turned her to face away from me and bent her all the way over the bathroom sink. I lifted her dress to reveal a pair of black laced trimmed panties that were as elegant as the pearls around her neck. Her ass was gorgeous! There was a sensuous and perfect curve to each ass-cheek that was a geometric marvel. I placed my hand on one cheek and left it there. Darla gave out a small moan and rolled her hips ever so slightly. Before her moan ended I pulled back and gave her a hard spank. This time, I kept it up with another swat right away, and another and another. I switched from cheek to cheek, increasing the intensity with each slap. Darla's soft moans became louder ones, and then a scream of ecstasy left her lips as she buckled and fell limp onto the sink. Her ass was twitching and shaking, giving off every impression that Darla had just...

"Darla, did you just have an orgasm on my freshly cleaned sink?" I asked her.

She sat up, and still facing away said in a very different tone, "Yes I did, Bob. I couldn't help myself." I could see her in the mirror, which meant I could see her eyes. This hot, stuck-up Aunt was wiggling her ass in front on me with a Please Fuck Me look on her fancy, socialite face. What the hell was I doing?? I had never spanked a woman in or out of the bedroom! But I knew right then and there what I was going to do to Aunt Darla. Her eyes were telling me what to do.

"You need to learn to help yourself, then." I reached around and unbelted her dress, and pulled it away from her body, throwing it to the floor Her bra was a half-cup that matched her panties, and made her look even more like a spoiled rich wife. I turned her around to look at her, to ogle her, to devour her with my eyes, letting my eyes see her completely as sexual creature,. I then sat on the toilet and pulled her across my lap and began to spank her ass once again. She wriggled, squirmed and squealed, making my cock even harder. I pulled her panties off, revealing her tan-lined ass that was now pink as a sunburn everywhere it wasn't tanned. My hands roamed her body, squeezing and caressing her soft skin. Finally I picked her up off of my lap and stood up with her.

"You're mine now." I told Darla. "I'm going to fuck you on this clean floor." She gasped aloud as I guided back her down, but this time on all fours. I got behind her and pulled my cock out of my pants, leaving all of my clothes on. I then grabbed her ass and slid my cock halfway into her wet pussy.

"OOOOhhhhhhh God, yessss! Punish me, Bob! Punish me good! Punish me on your dirty floor!"

"This... floor... is.... clean!" I thrust my cock balls deep into pussy with every word, making her shout each time.

"Yes! Yes! It is clean! It is clean!" She screamed back at me as I kept pounding away her. Darla was shaking her head back and forth and thrusting her hips in time with mine, fucking me back as hard as I was fucking her. Damn, she was a good fuck! I kept expecting her to quit, to push me off her 59 year old body, but she didn't. I picked up my pace, and she responded with a howl of lust. I wanted to see her face as I fucked her, so I pulled out and flipped her over, and resumed fucking her without missing a beat. I began to jack hammer her hot cunt and she smiled like a kid in a candy store. She stopped fucking me back and just laid there and let me fuck the shit out of her. Goddamn! Tammy, her niece and my wife, could never take a hard fuck like this for this long. I didn't want to cum, not this soon, and kind of not ever! I felt like i was living a porno movie fantasy. Looking down at this hot rich 59 year-old hot Aunt writhing on my cock, her hands squeezing her own tits, her string of pearls around her neck glinting with drops of sweat, her once arrogant face now contorted into a mask of pure lust.

"Yesyesyesyesssss... fuck me like that. Punish me, John. I've been such a bitch to you.... GAWD I need this!!!"

I was fucking her fast, but smooth, so that her body was barely moving despite my cock sliding in and out of her like a piston.

"So, Darla, is this what has to happen to keep you in line?"

She blinked, but hesitated only for second. " Yes. Yes, I need this."

"If I agree to discipline you, you must keep this to yourself."

"Oh, of course, of course! I always have.", Darla nodded like a schoolgirl trying to please her teacher.

What? Always have? So she's done this, whatever this is, before....? I filed it away and moved on.

"Good. Now to finish your punsihment, you are going to take my cock in your mouth, make me cum, and not spill a drop. Have you ever sucked a cock before, Auntie Darla?"

She smiled a crafty, evil smile; a smile I had not seen before. She put her hand gently on my chest and pushed me out of her, and up to my feet. She adjusted the bathmat and kneeled before me, her black lace bra holding up her tan-lined tits so fucking sexily, I couldn't help but to take her nipples in my fingers and give them a pinch.

Darla barely noticed.

"You'll need to pinch them harder, I play with them a lot on my own.", she said casually as her mouth engulfed my dick in a slow smooth lunge. I'm not huge, but I'm not small either, and Darla was taking my cock like it was nothing. The back of her throat was even grabbing at the head of my cock like a suction cup! Damn! My knees were buckling a little, but I pulled it together as she started to give me a proper blowjob, her pearls barely moving as her slightly mussed coiffure began to go back and forth on my dick. She had one hand on my cock, stroking it perfectly with her pinky finger sticking out as she did it. Her other hand was on my hip, keeping me steady as she kept sucking and sucking in a perfect rhythm, bringing me closer and closer to the brink. I looked down to see her looking up at me, her eyes shining and her sexy mouth stretched around my dick, which smoothed away most of her wrinkles. What few remained just made her more sexy, more womanly.

She changed her grip on my shaft and picked up speed with her mouth, almost just like I did when I was fucking her. And that was all it took. I came, and came hard! Her lips clamped down on me like a vice and both her hands were on my hips holding my body firmly to her as she drained every drop of cum out of me. I have no idea how long we were frozen there, but when I opened my eyes to seen Aunt Darla kneeling on the floor, with a small smile on her face, I could not see a single drop of cum anywhere.

"So, you kept my bathroom floor as clean as it was. Good." I helped her to her feet. "I trust you will behave yourself from now on?"

"Mostly." Darla let the word hang there.

"Hm. So you will need.. correction... on a regular basis?"

She nodded in affirmation, her eyes wide.

"And your husband?"

She shrugged. "Married him for money. He's impotent now."

"Well, family is family. We'll figure it out as we go, I guess."

She smiled wider, and walked out of the bathroom, holding her dress in her hand.

Yep. Family is family.