True Story - Midnight Surprise

Several years ago, I remember being awakened shortly after midnight by someone in my room turning on the overhead reading light.  I was groggy as I rolled over and squinted to see who it was.  As she pulled down the blanket, I recognized her as my older sister's friend, but did not know her name.  She had come to our house earlier in the evening and had left with my sister, since they were going to a dance class.  I had gone to bed early, tired after working at my summer job on the railroad.  The two had not returned by the time I had gone to bed, but that was of no concern of mine.  During my sleep, they must have returned, but why was she here in my room and where was my sister?  I was still too tired to think about such things and just wanted to have the light turned off and go back to sleep.  However, it was not to be.  I briefly felt her right hand slide smoothly along my arms, then chest, stomach, and then lingering along my upper thighs.  Next, I felt her fingers gently stroking my balls, as I felt my shaft getting hard.  I was too surprised to protest and could only look on to the scene unfolding before me.  Protesting might have brought others wondering what was going on.  Nothing was said.  She did not look me in the eye, as she stared down wherever her hand was placed.  I felt her fingers slide up to my cock and give it a squeeze.  It was quite hard now.  Slowly, she slid her grip up until it was stopped by the flared part of my organ and then back down to my balls.  She took her hand away momentarily and spit into it before returning it to my cock.  When she began sliding her hand up and down once again, I could feel its slippery path.  I smelled her perfume and looked at her from time to time, but her vision only was given to the activity of her hand.  I also was intently watching the activity before me.  She had started out gently stroking up and down, but in time, her gripping fingers became more intense as they pumped down and then up--just hitting the underside of my cock head.  I stared in disbelief.  I had been sleeping and now here I was watching this attractive stranger intensely jack my hard shaft in a strict slow cadence.  She could really keep the beat!  Up and down--up and down--up and down--up and down . . .  She would never bring her hand up over my glans.  She slid up my shaft with her hand until the wide part of my cock head would stop her motion, bumping the underside of the ridge on the upstroke, and then back down.  I lay there helplessly watching.  Still nothing was said.  All I could hear was my own heavy breathing and the sound of her hand slipping up and down my hard cock.  I wanted it to go on forever; it felt so good.  On the other hand, I was afraid someone else would hear something and come in to investigate.  I had no idea of the time.  When she first woke me by her presence, I noticed that it was just after midnight by my bedside clock.  But time did not interest me now.  I was mesmerized by her ongoing stroking of my cock.  It was so hard, and little drips of pre-cum oozed from the tip.  Each upward stroke eventually increased in intensity as her hand banged against the underside of my glans.  Every once in a while, she would stop and give my shaft a tight squeeze, as if testing its hardness.  She had a funny grin on her face after a while.  She seemed keenly interested in what she was doing.  I did not think she noticed me earlier in the evening before she and my sister went out.  Now, here she was milking my cock enthusiastically.  I was in a state of bliss just watching her hand motion, seeing my cock so hard, and sensing so much pleasure in my shaft.  In my mind, I wanted her to slide her fist up and over my glans to the tip, but she had her own style and always bumped the underside.  Up and down--up and down--up and down--up and down . . .  It felt so good and wanted it to go on and on, but also I wanted to feel release from her sliding fingers.  Suddenly, I could feel my shaft getting even harder.  My balls tightened.  My hips and thighs tensed.  She relentlessly kept pumping with no letup.  My hard cock suddenly shot out warm cum up onto my chest and over her hand as she kept stroking.  My cum spurted wildly.  Wow!  Ooh, what a feeling!  She continued jacking me for several more strokes.  Finally, she stopped jerking and pulled her hand away.  She wiped her hand on her handkerchief, stood up, turned off the light, opened the door, and walked out.  Settling down with thoughts of what just happened, I drifted off to sleep.  To this day, I have told no one else about what happened that night.  Evidently, my sister never knew what happened.  I do not know her reasons for coming into my room that night, other than it was a day after my 18th birthday.  I do know that I still have some pleasant memories!              

True Story - An After-School Surprise

     The other day I remembered a situation from a few years ago when school let out early one Friday, and a friend, Jason, and I got together at his house after lunch with plans for an afternoon of video games.  His house was about a block away, and I wondered which games we would play, as I walked over there.  Once there, I rang the doorbell, and his mother let me in.  She was always nice, but she was generally conservative and worked part-time at her church, also teaching Sunday-school.  I took off my shoes by the door, and she said that I could go in and wait a short time for Jason to get through with a couple of after-lunch chores.  He had to take out the garbage and feed his dog.  I said, "Thank you, Mrs. Courtney" and headed to his room. 
     On the way to his room, I encountered his older sister Tammy who was on the telephone in the hallway.  As she was talking, she saw me and rolled her eyes, stuck out her tongue, and emphatically pointed to Jason's room, obviously not wanting me to bother her.  She was short like her mother, but also attractive, filling out and getting curvy in the right places, but she had no time for me.  I told myself that she was too old for me anyway, being all of three years beyond my age!  She teased her brother quite a bit, and I also was subject to that when I visited.  I didn't mind much, since at least she was showing me some attention.  At the time, I was more interested in video games than his sister who seemed out of my reach and a little stuck-up.  Overall, everyone in the family got along well, but I wondered if there was any tension at times, growing up as teen in that conservative household.
     Continuing on the way to Jason's room, behind me I heard his mother call out to Tammy, in a nice way, to "please get off the phone", as she had been talking on it for almost an hour, and his mother needed to make a call about an upcoming church social.  By the time I reached Jason's room, wanting to have a little fun, I whimsically had an idea:  I would hide in his sliding-door closet and then just when I heard Jason enter, I would slide open the door, jump out, and surprise him!  It sounded like a great way to get the afternoon fun started.  I closed the door to his room so that he would have to open it and therefore alert me that he was entering.  I grabbed a short stool by his bed and got myself into his closet, sitting between his hanging clothes.  I closed the door almost all the way, leaving enough of a gap to see and hear when Jason came in.  I was ready, and I knew he wouldn't be very long, as he only had a couple of short chores to do before he was free for the afternoon.
     Soon, I heard steps coming from the hallway and I prepared to make my move.  This was going to be fun--surprising my friend as I jumped from the closet with plenty of good-natured laughs, and then getting down to a video game session.  However, it seemed like there was commotion coming from the hallway, as I heard voices--shouts actually--that I did not expect, Surely, Jason would not need to be making all this noise.  Anyway, now was my time to move as I heard the doorknob turn.  I was just on the verge of sliding open the closet door, ready to shout "surprise" to Jason, when two figures entered the room:  his sister Tammy and his mother!  Thankfully, I was alert enough not to blow my cover and quietly slid the closet door back before it was opened very much.  It was obvious that the two had been arguing, and for some reason they had entered Jason's room to continue their "discussion" in private!  Amazingly, in their distracted determination, they both overlooked the fact that I was supposed to be waiting for Jason in the room!  In their emotional frame of mind, it seems that I was not on their radar.  What became of Jason, I wondered.  But those thoughts did not have time to linger, as another set of events was unfolding before me.
     "When I ask you nicely to do something, I would like your cooperation, young lady!", stated her mother with determination in her voice.  "But mother, I think I'm old enough to know how long I can talk on the phone!", said Tammy.  "You don't need to boss me around any more!", Tammy continued.  I could hardly believe what I had gotten myself into.  My afternoon of fun would have to wait.  I was now with a ring-side seat, watching a family dispute unfold before my eyes from behind the door of the dark closet.  I wished I was back home on the one hand, yet intrigued with the situation just a few feet away.  Her mother went on, "Tammy, you had been on that phone long enough, and I had to make a call.  There is a limit to what you can do, and you must have consideration for others!"  Suddenly, Tammy's voice went up a notch.  "Mother, you don't need to tell me what to do!  I'll be the one who will decide how long I can talk on the phone!  You don't need to treat me like a little baby, when I'm fully capable of deciding things for myself!", Tammy flatly stated with finality in her voice.  "Tammy, be reasonable.  Be considerate.  You're usually a good girl and get good marks in school.  But you have some moments when you are bull-headed!, Mrs. Courtney stated.  She went on:  "You see, Tammy, we all . . . "  Tammy would have none of it.  She interrupted her mother at that point and, raising her voice, shouted, "Shut up mother!  I don't want to hear any more!"
     Suddenly, the room got very quiet.  Tammy glared at her mother with a smug look on her face.  Her mother had a look of shocked disbelief on her face.  They both stared at each other for several moments.  I felt myself shaking a little bit for some reason, as the tension filled the air.  I had seen and heard enough.  I wanted to get up and leave, but I knew I was trapped right where I was sitting.  I wondered where all of this was heading.  Suddenly, something clicked in Mrs. Courtney's mind and she firmly grabbed her daughter's left wrist with her own left hand and pulled her swiftly over to an armless chair--one of two that Jason and I would probably have sat upon to play our games, had events gone the way we planned.  In a fluid motion, Mrs. Courtney sat down as she brought Tammy down and over her lap, stating:  "Well, then, young lady, I will take your advice and shut up!  There is a time for talk and then there is a time for action!  And your behavior needs to be corrected!  I don't want to do this, but . . . I warned you!"  Tammy quickly found herself laying across her mother's lap, held down by a strong left forearm.  Mrs. Courtney did not hesitate.  "Noooooo!", Tammy protested.  "I'm too old for this!, she hollered.  You can't do this to me!"  Her mother was all business now.  Her skilful right hand flipped up Tammy's green skirt up over her waist.  Tammy's white slip was next.  "Nooo!  Please stop!", Tammy went on.  Her mother's thumb then reached swiftly inside the elastic waistband of Tammy's underwear and made quick work of slipping her colorful panties in a zigzag fashion down over her round hips to her knees.  "Not that!  Please!  Nooo", hollered Tammy.  I swallowed hard.  Things were progressing so rapidly!  I was taking all of this in and blushing in the darkness at the sight of Tammy's nude butt.  The afternoon sun was coming through the window panes, fully illuminating Tammy with her bare butt cheeks and her mother poised for action.  Mrs. Courtney sat at a slight angle to me from where I sat peeking out, so that I had a good view of Tammy's face as well as her bare bottom angled up on her mother's lap.  It didn't take long to see what came next.  Slap! That first one was a shock and made Tammy gasp for air.  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  The sounds of Mrs. Courtney's open palm contacting her daughter's bare butt cheeks filled the room.  Tammy's reaction was immediate.  I could see her face contort to the feeling of stings to her bare backside.  She tightened her butt cheeks in response each time.  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  She kicked wildly, but it was no use.  Her mother had her firmly pinned to her lap with her left forearm, as her right palm rose and fell in an almost a perfect rhythm, once she got going.  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  I did not want to see this; I had other plans for the afternoon.  But I could not take my eyes away.  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  Yes, Tammy was getting a good spanking, alright--bare butt . . . hard . . . and long.  She was crying now, as her spanking continued, and her mother showed no signs of letting up anytime soon.  She was doing her duty.  No doubt she felt her daughter had this one coming for some time and wanted to make sure the lesson was learned.  In her conservative household, no daughter of hers was going to talk back, with an attitude, without proper punishment!  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  Mrs. Courtney spanked one cheek, and then the other, then sometimes both, right in the middle.  As I looked out at Mrs. Courtney looking down at her daughter's bare butt that was the target of her active palm, I could only imagine what she was thinking.  No doubt her thoughts related to her church and the necessary discipline of her naughty daughter.  Mrs. Courtney lectured her daughter as she spanked:  "You're . . . "  Slap!  "not . . . "  Slap!  "going to . . . " Slap!  "talk . . . "  Slap!  "to . . . "  Slap!  "me . . . " Slap!  "that . . . "  Slap!  "way!"  Slap!    


Tammy's Spanking

I sympathized with Tammy, and I surely did not want to find myself in her present unfortunate position.  However, I also found myself nervously giggling because of my relief that I was not going through what she was right now.  I had to be careful, as I did not want to be detected by making any sound.  It's sometimes amusing to see someone else in a predicament such as she was in, whether or not she deserved this spanking.  On the one hand, I felt sorry for her, a generally good girl, in that humiliating spot, getting her bare butt slapped, yet on the other hand, she was sometimes arrogant and a tease to Jason and me and others.  Maybe she was getting her just deserts?  Maybe I was glad she was getting this correction?  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  So there I was in that dark closet, watching, giggling quietly at times, staring out at this unbelievable scene with Tammy blubbering like a baby now.  I could not have imagined it.  It seemed like an innocent, free afternoon, but that all had changed in just a few minutes.  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  I still wondered where my friend Jason was.  But that would have to be found out later, as I was confined to where I was.  Mrs. Courtney's palm kept enthusiastically rising and falling upon Tammy's bare butt cheeks, and I could not think of anything else.  I was almost hypnotized; I could not look away.  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  Slap! 
     Tammy still squirmed around and kicked, trying to break free, but that was not going to happen.  Her mother had everthing well in hand (in more ways than one).  Tammy's butt cheeks would not stop feeling her mother's swift palm until her mother felt that her daughter had the lesson well-learned.  Up and down came Mrs. Courtney's hand, slapping Tammy's bare cheeks.  Slap!  Slap!  The chair that Mrs. Courtney sat upon creaked from the motions.  The room was filled with the sounds of skin-on-skin contact, the creaking chair, and Tammy's sobbing.  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  This aural presentation combined with what I saw visually, made for quite a show.  Mrs. Courtney was in full stride; there would be no let-up.  Her talented open hand went up and down, up and down, up and down  . . . each time making good contact with her daughter's bare butt skin.   
     Suddenly, everything stopped.  Her mother brought Tammy up on her feet, pulled up her panties, and smoothed out her dress.  Mrs. Courtney told her daughter how she hoped that she would do better in the future and that she loved her, hugging her and drying her eyes with a tissue.  Quickly, Mrs. Courtney stood up and they both walked out the door with Mrs. Courtney continuing her instructions to Tammy.  I was left somewhat dazed with the sudden change in activity, as I had been so caught up in it all.  I gingerly slid open the closet door.  I looked out a back window, and from there I could see Jason out in the yard.  I carefully opened his room door and looked up and down the hallway.  Hearing voices to my left, I tiptoed down the hall in the opposite direction to the kitchen and out the back door, thankfully encountering no one on the way.  I ran out to Jason, and he asked where I had been.  I did not mention what I had just witnessed in his room, but just said that I "had been waiting for him inside".  Gladly, he suggested we kick around the soccer ball outside instead of playing video games in his room, and that was just right with me!  I was still a little shook-up from what I had seen and needed to run around for a while!  Later on that night, I would have more time in the secure surroundings of home to mull over this afternoon's excitement.  No doubt, I would have plenty of memories to ponder of this after-school surprise. 
      

                                                                                                        

    

True Story - Auntie Babysits

     It's intriguing, as a person gets older, how one sometimes thinks of certain incidents that happened earlier in one's life, that still cause one to pause and remember.  One such incident for me was the time several years ago that I was looked after one afternoon by my aunt (my mother's sister).  Growing up, my folks almost never left me with a babysitter, as they usually took me with them wherever they went.  My aunt was very nice and quite fond of me.  She gave me haircuts in my early years.  I do remember visiting her with my mother different times.  She lived a few blocks away, so we would walk over there once in a while.  One time, I vividly remember my aunt mentioned giving her daughter a spanking, in general conversation.  I remember how she seemed to look directly at me as she related this, for some reason, as if to make an impression on me or see my reaction. You see, I was never spanked by my parents.  I don't know if this was because I was always such a good boy, or if my parents just did not believe in spanking.  But somehow I knew what a spanking was--at least enough to feel uncomfortable when it was mentioned.  It was certainly something that I did not want to know much about, as the way it was mentioned made it sound quite unpleasant, although I was a little curious about it.
     So, there I was with my aunt who had come over to our house to watch me while my parents went to some event on that Saturday afternoon.  I do not recall the event that they had to go to.  We said goodbye to my parents and then got started on some fun activities.  My aunt and I played checkers for a little while, then I got to coloring in a coloring book and then playing with some plastic construction blocks on the kitchen table.  My aunt had gone into the living room and was reading a newspaper.  For some reason, after a while, I went over to the stove and turned on a front burner.  Usually, I never bothered with the stove, but I guess I just wanted to see the flame and how it was controlled by the dial.  All of a sudden, there was my aunt at the doorway to the kitchen with a look of shock on her face.  "Allan", she shouted, "what are you doing?!  Get away from that stove!  Do you want to cause a fire?!"  I quickly turned off the flame, went back to the kitchen table, and sat down.  In a calmer tone, she said, "Please don't play with the stove.  That can be dangerous."  I said, "Okay, auntie."  She went back to the living room, and I continued my building-block activities on the table.
     After a while, I got up and went into the living room.  There, I found my aunt dozing off in the chair.  I quietly went back into the kitchen.  But before sitting down, I turned on the stove to see the pretty flame just for a second.  Unfortunately, there was my aunt in the doorway just as I turned on the stove.  "Allan!"  Surprised, I immediately turned off the stove and faced my aunt.  "Didn't I tell you not to monkey with that stove?!", she continued.  "Yes, but I just . . . ", I began.  But she would hear no excuses.  "You disobeyed me!  Now I need to discipline you just as I do my own daughter.  I need to spank you!"  "But my parents don't spank me", I stated, "and they would not like it if you spanked me", I said with an air of confidence.  "Your parents put me in charge while they are away, and you need correction the one way that I know works in my own household.  You need to be taught to obey me", she said emphatically.  "But I don't think that . . . ", I began. Then all of a sudden her actions made me forget what I was going to say.  She pulled out a kitchen chair from the table and turned it around.  She grabbed me by the waist with one of her hands on each side, sat down, and pulled me over to her.  She then quickly pulled down my jeans, then my underpants to around my ankles, and pushed me down over her lap.  Immediately, I tried to get back up, but her strong left arm across my lower back pinned me down.  The shock of how fast things were moving along was disorienting.  Lying across her lap felt awkward and vulnerable, and I could feel air on my exposed lower half.  I did not have time to contemplate long.  Slap!  "Ouch!"  I felt my aunt's adult open hand come in contact with my butt cheeks.  The anticipation and then the feeling of that first skin on skin contact knocked the wind out of me.  That first slap stung, and I knew she wasn't fooling around.  "Allan, you disobeyed me!  I don't want to do this, but I must give you a good lesson here!"  Slap!  Now I would know very well what a spanking was all about.  Slap!  What started out as a pleasant afternoon was turning into something else entirely.  Slap!  Instinctively, I squirmed around, trying to get away from her rising and falling hand that was slapping my butt, but her left arm and my clothes bunched up at my ankles limited my movements  Slap!  Each slap stung, and my eyes began to mist.  Slap!  She was making her point.  Slap!  "Allan"  Slap!  "This hurts me to do this."  Slap!  "But it has to be done!"  Slap!  "I know that this is new to you."  Slap!  "But this works and will help change your behavior."  Slap!  I tensed my butt with each slap.  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  I was trying to hold back my tears, but the stings were too much for me.   
Slap!  Her palm was coming down on one cheek, then the other, and then in the middle.  She had a rhythm--not too fast and not too slow.  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  I knew she was fond of me, but somehow I had awakened a deep-seated need to properly correct a young man's behavior in the best way she knew how.  Slap!  She had changed into a determined personality that I had not seen before.  Slap!  Now I was blubbering and sniffing like a baby as the spanking continued.  Slap!  I wiggled around, but her big palm always found my butt cheeks.  She brought her hand down at a low angle to strike into the area of most flesh.  Slap! . . . Slap! . . . Slap! . . .  I assumed that a spanking involved a few swats and then it would be over.  Not so!  My aunt was not about to do this in a hurry and be done with it.  She needed to issue the necessary amount of slaps to make an impression on me .  Slap! . . . Slap! . . . Slap! . . . Slap! . . . Slap!  Finally, my aunt stopped and my humiliating spanking was over.  She brought me upright and warned me to obey her in the future or I would get another spanking.  I dried my eyes with the tissue she handed me and nodded my head in agreement in answer to her warning.  I wanted to pull up my underpants and jeans and go lay down on my bed with a good comic to get my mind of this episode.  However, my aunt wasn't quite done.  "Allan, go into the living room, please".  I waddled into the living room, with my clothes still down, not wanting to do anything that would upset my aunt.  She came in after briefly going into the bathroom first to get something off a shelf.  "Bend over the couch seat and I'll apply some cream to make your bottom feel better."  I bent over the couch with my knees on the floor and my back facing her.  She sat down on a low stool behind me and began applying some cold cream to my red cheeks, with one hand for each cheek.  After my spanking, I really did not want to be here with my privates further exposed to my aunt, but it felt good as she rubbed it in, soothing the stings.  She vigorously massaged my cheeks with the lotion for several minutes.  After this went on for a while, she stopped, and I was getting ready to get up, but I felt something different.  I felt one of her fingers slide down the area between my cheeks and rest momentarily on my butthole.  I was puzzled at this and wondered what she was doing.  I heard my aunt say in a low voice, seemingly to herself, "Oh, I like a young man's butt, especially if it's husky like this one!"  I then felt increased pressure there, and suddenly her fingertip slid into my anal opening.  I gasped in surprise.  I wasn't expecting that!  I could understand the cream massaged on my cheeks, as it made them feel much better after my long spanking, but I didn't know what this different sort of attention was all about.  I felt her single finger slowly slide in deeper--past the first knuckle, then on past the second.  My butthole instinctively reacted and tightened around her finger.  She kept her finger all the way in for several minutes, and I could feel slight movement within.  Nothing was said.  I did not want to say anything, especially in that vulnerable position, as I had a certain amount of embarrassment at being so exposed, but more importantly, I did not want to upset her and go through another spanking!  She slowly began pulling her finger out, but with just the tip inside, she once again slid it back into my butthole.  The cream gave her finger good lubrication as she slipped it slowly in and out of my butthole.  It was a different sensation.  I could feel it going in and out, as her knuckles passed my flesh and gave a feeling of motion.  On one hand, I felt humiliated and violated, but on the other hand, her finger motions were stimulating, yet relaxing.  Her finger felt thick as it methodically plunged away, and my butthole seemed to enjoy this continuing attention unlike any it had received before. I could hear my aunt humming a little tune quietly behind me as she entertained herself with my spread butt cheeks and butthole.  As her finger pulled nearly out each time, I was surprised that I eventually found myself hoping that she would push her finger back in.  Yes, much to my surprise, it felt good, indeed!  In fact, after this activity had gone on for a while, I noticed that I had even spread my knees more and protruded my butt more towards my aunt than I had when she first started massaging me.  It seemed that I wanted to feel the full length thrust of her warm finger and feel it touch as much of those sensitive areas that it could.  As her stroking continued, my inner flesh looked forward to her rhythmic finger stimulation that it offered.  I could imagine my aunt staring down at my spread butt cheeks, intently watching her lubed finger slide in and out, as my butthole contorted to accommodate her probing finger.  I did wonder what fascination my butthole had for my aunt who was many years older than me.  I felt being taken advantage of, but I could not understand what effect this butthole "play" had on my aunt nor what benefits she was receiving.    Her stroking went on for quite some time . . . at least an hour.  Finally, she pulled her finger all the way out and wiped it on a tissue.  "Okay, Allan, stand up and pull your clothes up.  You're free to go."  With that being said, I quickly did as she ordered and took off to my room.  My folks were then home within a half-hour.  My aunt and I greeted them as if nothing unusual happened while they were gone.  To this day, nothing was ever said about what went on that afternoon.  I'm sure my aunt had her reasons for secrecy and I had mine.