My Spanking Diary

by Arlene Gorley

  “Is that better now, darling?” he asked me.

  “Ohh, yes, Burt, I feel just wonderful now!” I told him. I didn't ever want to leave his lap. I almost wished he would forget that I wasn't eighteen yet and turn me over and give it to me good. I knew that when I got home and went to bed that night, I was going to have to put my finger on my spot and tickle myself until I came and pretend that he was fucking me.

  So finally he let me up and pulled my panties up and gave me a little smack on the bottom as he pulled my petticoat and dress down, and then he said, “I'll call your mother and tell her that we had to work overtime. But in a week or two, I'd like to invite you to dinner so that you can talk to my Aunt Ella. Of course, you've already met her socially, but this will be something different. Just you and I will be there.”

  He was so mysterious about it that it sounded very thrilling, and I promised him that I would be very anxious to meet her whenever he wanted.

  Well, it happened just two weeks later, on a Friday night. And that's when I got not only my second spanking since becoming Burt Edwards' private secretary, but also my very first from his Aunt Ella!

  Mr. Douglas somehow seemed to be a little nicer to me the last few weeks, because Mom had told him that I was doing very well on my job. I was also being very careful not to sass him or leave my room untidy or get any more demerits. After Burt has spanked me, I didn't want anybody else to do it. Sandy was learning to be a quieter girl, too, although I was a little scared that she and Tommy Turnbull might get into trouble. In fact, the night before I went over to Burt Edwards' to see his Aunt Ella, Sandy came to my room at midnight and told me that Tommy had spanked her again and this time kissed her pussy and played with it with his finger until she came and it was all she could do to keep from begging him to fuck her.

  Anyway, I could hardly wait until that memorable Friday evening. Mr. Douglas, Mom and Sandy went out to dinner at the Hacienda Motel, and then to a show, so I had the whole evening to spend with my darling Burt and his aunt.

  Aunt Ella was a wonderful cook. She had roast beef and Yorkshire pudding, and baked potatoes, a nice salad with Roquefort dressing, and strawberry shortcake which she made herself. We even had a glass of wine, because Burt told his aunt that he thought I was big enough to enjoy it.

  His aunt looked really beautiful that evening. She had her dark-brown hair done in a coronet braid around the top of her head, and it made her look very queenly. She had on a blue satin evening gown which was low cut and showed off her high-perched bubbies, and a lot of her tawny skinned back down almost to the waist.

  After dinner, she asked me if I would like to see their house, and then she took me through it. It was beautifully decorated, and Burt said that she had done a lot of interior decorating work and was famous for it. When it got to be nine o'clock, we had another glass of wine, and then Aunt Ella said to me, “Arlene, my nephew tells me that you are very fond of him.”

  I blushed like a rose, and lowered my eyes and just nodded. He was sitting next to me on the couch, and he reached out and gave my hand a squeeze. “Yes, Aunt Ella, she does love me. And I feel the same way about her.”

  “Well, now, Burt, this might be serious. But you know I always have the last word about your girls. Have you told Arlene anything about the kind of test I give them to make sure they are worthy of you, my dear?” she asked.

  “Well, I just said that you always had the final say, Aunt Ella. But that's all I told her,” he replied.

  “All right, then, I guess I will have to give Arlene my little test. Come downstairs with me by yourself, dear. We're going to leave my nephew here for a while,” she said to me.

  I stood up and I looked at Burt, and my eyes were full of love, and I felt my heart was beating very fast. I didn't know what was in store for me, but all I knew was that if I gad to go through a test to prove my love for him, I was ready to do just about anything.

  “I'm ready, Aunt Ella!” I said, and I heard that my voice was trembling a little.

  She gave me a smile, and her eyes studied me for a minute. Then she nodded: “All right, my dear, then come along. Maybe you are the one that I want my nephew to have, after all. We'll see!”

  December 1, 1969

  Dear Diary, he loves me, and I've passed all the tests. Now all I have to wait for is my eighteenth birthday, because he has even come over to see Mr. Douglas and Mom and told them that he wants to marry me on my eighteenth birthday!

  I've never been so happy in my life, and I just couldn't bring myself to write about that night when Aunt Ella “tested” me the way she did. Not that I didn't get excited, because I certainly did. But it was just that going back to work the next Monday as if nothing had happened between us, and knowing all the time what I knew about myself and about him and his Aunt Ella, made me want to think about it and savor it, the way you kind of remember a wonderful dinner and all the rich sauces and the flavors and the dessert.

  So let me see where I left off on the last entry in this book which Mom gave me. I never dreamed that when she gave it to me for my seventeenth birthday, I'd be ending this year getting ready to be a married woman and my darling Burt's spanking sweetheart and lover and everything else that will go with it. Best of all, there will be Aunt Ella too in the family, and she will make sure that I take good care of her nephew, in more ways than one — and of her too!

  Now I see where I left off. Well, when Aunt Ella said she was going to take me downstairs, I ran over to Burt and gave him a big hug and a kiss. He whispered to me, “Don't be scared, honey. I know she really likes you. But you have to go through this before we can get serious about each other. Just remember this, I love you a lot and I hope you win so that I can have you early next year, you adorable, sexy little piece!”

  Those were just the right words to say to me, Dear Diary, because right then I think I would have gone through fire and brimstone to win my dear Burt forever. It didn't even seem possible that only a few months before I was thinking about a silly boy like Tommy Turnbull or Dick Fuller. I didn't care whether Sandy took them both away from me, if you want to know something, Dear Diary.

  Anyway, I followed Aunt Ella down through the kitchen and into a narrow little pantry. There was a door which she opened, and then she flicked on a lightswitch, and I could see a flight of stairs. She told me to go on down, and I did. All I could see from when I started was the gray stone floor of the basement. When I got to the floor, she was right behind me and she took me by the elbow and said, “This way, young lady.”

  We walked forward through the darkness, and then I saw a kind of column loom up ahead of me, and she stopped again and turned on another switch. All of a sudden the room was flooded with blazing light, and my eyes opened very wide and I let out a gasp of “Oh, my goodness!”

  I had never seen anything like this before. It was a huge basement, and there was a kind of series of Japanese shoji screens which shut off one side of the basement way ahead of me. There was another set right in front of me, but Aunt Ella had pushed aside one of the screens to make a kind of doorway through which I could see into the space ahead. There was a platform there, and on it was a kind of gymnasium horse, padded with leather, with stirrups at one end and straps and buckles at another. There was a low stool near the bench at the edge of the platform, and on it lay some strange-looking things. She took me by the elbow again and led me towards the platform. I could see that on the stool there was a broad leather strap split at one end and the two ends narrowed into very cruel-looking tips. There was also a longhandled bathbrush with very stiff bristles, and there was also a yellow rattan cane with a crooked handle. But there were other things in this basement too.

  Off to my left and beyond the platform, there was a vertical post with a crosspiece which had three holes, two small ones at the ends, and a bigger one in the middle. I was to find out that this was a pillory where a girl could be locked by the neck and wrists so that she couldn't do a thing, and anybody could do anything they wan
ted to her. Off to my right, and near the screened-off boundary of this punishment chamber — for that was what it was — there was a metal triangle set right into the stone floor. I could see that at the top of the triangle which came to a peak, there was a single metal handcuff, and that was used to clamp around the wrists so as to stretch a girl for a good whipping, and there were two narrower metal cuffs at the base of the legs to hold her ankles and spread her well apart so that she could be switched up between her legs and right into her pussy or her bumhole. There was a short little table near this triangle, and on it lay some whips and paddles and a leather sole and a hairbrush and other things which made me shiver with a kind of fearful and yet expectant anticipation. Now I began to understand what kind of “testing” Aunt Ella wanted to do to the girls who were stuck on her nephew. She wanted to see if they were brave enough to take her discipline and follow her orders to that they would make her nephew happy the way she wanted. It was like a flash of inspiration that came to me, and I took a deep breath and told myself that whatever she did, I wouldn't ask her to stop, because I wanted Burt to fuck me and marry me and keep on loving me all the time.

  “Are you sure you are ready to go through with this, Arlene?” Aunt Ella suddenly turned to me and asked. “Remember, my dear, that once you say yes, you will have to submit to my orders. Nothing will stop my carrying out my tests, and you can bet all you like but it won't do any good. So if you are the least bit worried that you won't be able to endure what I have in store for you, you had better tell me now and we will forget all about it.”

  “No. Aunt Ella, I love Burt and I want him to marry me. If this is what I have to do to get him to marry me, then I want it very much,” I said to her.

  She smiled then, and nodded. “That's very nice, dear. Now we'll see just how courageous you can be. My first order is this: “Take off everything except your garterbelt and stockings.”

  I began to undress. For a minute, I shivered as I reached back to unhook my bra, and then to pull down my panties and step out of them. I kicked off my pumps, and there I was in just my smoke-colored nylons and my garterbelt. I was awfully sexy and naked, and I felt more naked than if I hadn't had those things on. She looked at me, and then she said, “You really have a magnificent body, Arlene. And you have a particularly beautiful bottom which I am going to enjoy spanking very hard. Later on, when I see that you are getting through your tests, I will tell you why I do this. But for now, I want you to kneel down and clasp your hands together and wait for my next order.”

  I did just what she told me to. The floor was cold and hard, and I could feel it through my nylons, and I could feel the nipples of my titties stiffen and prickle. Also, I could feel that I was getting that tickling feeling in my pussy, and she was standing there watching me and looking at everything I had.

  Then suddenly she pulled off her evening gown, and I gasped aloud: “Ohh Aunt Ella — you — you're beautiful!”

  She was, she really was! Under the gown, Burt's aunt wore a black kid corselet, a one-piece sheath which covered her from about midway down her big firm pearshaped titties to her crotch, with a kind of narrow strap passing between her legs and connecting to the hem at her bottom to cover her pussy. Her legs were bare now, I could see, and she had kicked off her pumps. She moved over towards a low wide bench which had straps and buckles at each end, and on it lay a pair of highheeled black leather boots which she drew up on her long-sleek legs high on her thighs. She looked like a regal, dazzling and powerfully beautiful woman, and I began to feel just a little twinge of fear. She walked over to the stool and picked up the longhandled bathbrush, and then she said to me in a very cold harsh voice, “Now then, slave, crawl over to the platform, bow your head before me and tell me that you are ready to begin your tests.”

  I did as she told me to. I could feel my titties and my bare bottom jiggle as I moved on my knees to her, till I was at the edge of the platform on which she was standing with the bath-brush held between her gloved hands. There were a pair of gloves on the bench which she had just put on, the same color as the boots and as the corselet, and they were well beyond her elbows. I could see the glistening of the leather, and I could even see my own face reflected in it. After I had told her I was ready, she ordered, “Very good. Now then, slave, get onto the horse, and put your feet in the stirrups. I am going to prepare you for a good sound spanking on your naked behind.”

  I got to my feet and stepped onto the platform and then went over to the gym horse and got astride it. I could feel the hard cool leather pressing against my pussy as I spread my legs and groped with my stockinged feet for the metal stirrups. She moved over to me, and she pulled a wide leather strap across the small of my back and buckled it on the other side of the horse to pin me so that I couldn't get off. Then I really did feel a little scared, and it pressed me down very hard and I could feel my pussy rubbing against the horse. The cheeks of my bottom seemed to feel bigger than ever because of that strap which sort of made them thrust up all by themselves and helplessly awaiting the spanking which I knew she was going to give me with the bathbrush.

  Then she squatted down and tied some straps around my ankles which were connected with the stirrups so that my feet pressed down against the hard metal bars of the stirrups, and adjusted them so that my legs had plenty of room to move, though because of the anklestraps I couldn't shake them loose. Then she went around to the head of the horse and squatted down again and took each of my wrists and strapped them tightly and buckled them till the leather bit into them. Now my arms were dragged down as far as they would go and my bubbies were mashed down against the horse. I was utterly helpless.

  Next she pulled a black bandanna over my eyes and knotted it at the back of my neck. Then she asked me, “Arlene, are you ready for the first part of your test?”

  “Yes, Aunt Ella!”

  Suddenly I got a terrible spank with the flat side of the brush on my right bottomcheek, and I yelled out, “Oww!”

  “From now on, slave, you are to call me Mistress Ella. Everytime you forget that, you will get a good hard spank, so be careful. Very well, I shall accommodate your request. Remember also, it will do you no good to beg off. You have agreed of your own free will to submit to me, and I must prove your worthiness.”

  I could hear her moving along the platform, and I squirmed and tried to make my position more comfortable. My legs were straddled, and my pussy pressed very hard against the horse, and so did my titties. I could hardly move my arms, though I could shift my legs a little and kick some. But mostly, I was conscious of the fact that my big bare bottom was tilted up and spread out and defenseless to the brush.

  I don't know how long I lay there waiting, but it was suspense and torture. Maybe it was five minutes, maybe even ten. I know I groaned a little and I turned my blindfolded face this way and that trying to hear where she was and find out what she was doing. And then all of a sudden I felt the bristles of the brush scratch my bare behind and wander all over the cheeks, even between them till they tickled and pricked my bumhole.

  This was to make my bottom more sensitive for the spanking, as I later found out. It didn't ease my fear any, I can tell you that, Dear Diary!

  Then suddenly there was a burning pain and a loud “Thwack!” and I felt my hips jump and I let out a yell. She had brought the bathbrush down as hard as she could on the lower right cheek of my bare heinie, and it stung like blazes. Now I knew my ordeal had begun, and I gritted my teeth and tried to clench my fists so that I could bear everything she was going to give me. I tried hard to think of dear Burt and how much I wanted him to fuck me and to be my husband and to have the right to spank me and undress me and play with my pussy and titties whenever he wanted to. That was what I had to cling to now in my test of courage.

  Then there was another hard noisy spank on the base of the other cheek of my bottom, and I cried out again because it hurt so. I felt myself fight the buckling strap over my back, and I lifted my head and tried to look back at
Aunt Ella. She waited a long time, and all during it I could feel the heat of those first two spanks grow and grow in my bare tender heinie till I thought I was going to cry. Those were the hardest two spanks I had ever had in all my life, much harder than anything Mr. Douglas had ever given me.

  I kept my muscles tense waiting for the rest of it, but she waited such a terribly long time that I got nervous. I heard myself sob, “Oh, please, Mistress Ella, won't you please spank me and get it over with, please?”

  Her answer was to give me a hard spank with the bristled side right over the crease of my bottom, and it stung just dreadfully. I screamed, then, “Oh, not there, please not there, I'll be good!” and I heard her utter a low husky laugh.

  It reminded me what a little coward I had become, and that I wouldn't be worse being Burt's love slave. That gave me more courage, and I ground my teeth again and held myself ready for the rest of it. And then after another long minute, she began to spank my poor bottom very hard. This time she used the flat of the brush, and she knew how to spank, I can tell you that, Dear Diary! First the left cheek, then the right, starting at the bottom and working up instead of the usual way Mr. Douglas had done with me. I found out that when a girl is spanked on the lower part of her bottom, it hurts so much worse than right at the plumpest parts or towards the top of her heinie. I was crying by the time she had given me about twelve more, then she stopped and said in a sort of sneering voice, “The poor little girl with the big red bottom is crying like a baby now. Maybe she would like to leave and pretend that she never came here.”

  “Oh no, Mistress Ella, I want Burt to love me, I do, I do!” I sobbed. “I'll do whatever I have to do so that he'll love me back, I mean it!”

  “That's a good girl, dear,” she said almost tenderly. But then she gave me two terribly hard spanks in the same place over the top of my right bottomcheek which made me cry, and then two more over the left one before she waited a minute and let me sob it out.