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really slimy, yet to open my mouth was to get a drink of toilet water. I braced myself for the indignity of being flushed, only to be brought up short by a knock on the door.
    â€˜Kate?’ a voice demanded. ‘Your cab’s here.’
    â€˜Shit!’ Kate exclaimed, Toby hastily letting go of my head.
    It was Kate’s mother. If we had bluffed it out we could have got away with it. I might have hidden in the shower cubicle, or maybe squeezed into the linen basket, even climbed out of the window. As it was, Kate had to swear and my aunt’s voice changed from placid to questioning and slightly angry.
    â€˜Who’s in there, Kate?’ she demanded.
    I was still scrabbling my panties up as Toby reached for the lock. Kate was moderately decent, but my face was covered in come.
    â€˜Stop!’ I squealed as Toby turned the key, but it was too late.
    â€˜Penny?’ Kate’s mother asked, then the door was open.
    â€˜Auntie Elaine, hi,’ I managed weakly as I found myself looking into her astonished face. I saw her glance at the blatant bulge in Toby’s trousers, then her look turned to absolute outrage as she focused on my face.
    I suppose, from Toby’s point of view, he acted pretty coolly. He nodded politely to his mother-in-law, took Kate’s hand and left the room. As he was an enormous oaf, there was nothing that she could do to stop him going, which of course only made her more annoyed. It also left me to face the full force of her temper, yet what happened next came as a complete shock.
    Without saying a word, she marched forward and slammed the toilet seat down, then grabbed my arm.
    â€˜Hey! No!’ I squealed as I realised her intention. She was going to spank me.
    I was off balance, and came down hard over her lap. Before I could do anything about it, my arm had been twisted into my back.
    â€˜No, auntie, you can’t – not at my age!’ I yelled, headless of who might hear. ‘Auntie! No!’
    â€˜You think you’re too old for a spanking, do you?’ she snapped. ‘Well, you’re not, you dirty, filthy, little tramp!’
    â€˜No!’ I squealed, but it was no good; my arm was trapped in the small of my back and she was stronger than me, anyway.
    â€˜I’m going to spank you and I’m going to spank you bare,’ she announced, starting to pull up my dress.
    I begged, pleaded, cajoled and threatened, but to no avail as my lovely pink dress was lifted over my bottom. To make it worse, I could see my reflection in the mirror opposite. My aunt was seated on the toilet, a stern unyielding expression on her face. My dress was up, my pink silk slippers and white stockings showing, one little tit peeping over the top of my bodice, my face spattered with Toby’s sperm. I shut my eyes, then opened them again, unable to resist watching myself being prepared for a spanking.
    She raised my petticoats one by one, until there was a froth of pink and white around my middle and over my aunt’s legs. My pink panties were taut over my bottom, which looked embarrassingly plump thrust up over my aunt’s lap. They were quite big, but I had pulled them up too fast and a good slice of my bum was bulging out of each frilly leg-hole. Elaine turned to look at my bottom, obviously deciding whether my pants needed to come down. It was the first sign of hesitancy she had shown, prompting me to renew my pleas for mercy.
    â€˜Not on the bare bottom, Auntie Elaine, please!’ I appealed.
    â€˜Stop mewling,’ she snapped, and put her hand to the waistband of my panties. ‘Why should I leave your pants up?’
    â€˜Because it’s humiliating to have a bare bottom!’ I protested.
    â€˜All the more reason they should come down, then,’ she answered and started to do it.
    I watched in horror as my aunt pulled down my knickers. So many times I had imagined this scene. Me bent over someone’s lap, my panties