Aunty Agony

Aunty must apologize for being asleep at the wheel for all these months! She was quite unaware that Niki Flynn, one of the greatest spanking models alive, had published a book.

And not just any book! Titled "Dancing with Werewolves," this is an honest, intensely personal autobiography chronicling Ms. Flynn's life in spanking as well as her career as a spanking supermodel.

What's more, Aunty has noticed the book is garnering rave reviews from those lucky enough to have already laid their hands on it.

This clearly is a must-have volume in any committed spanko's library and Aunty has wasted no more time in putting in her order for a copy.

Here's an except from the book that's sure to get any ardent spanko's heart racing ...

One night Steve was visiting late. My parents had gone to bed and Steve, Jessie and I were watching a horror movie. Or rather, we were pretending to watch it. Steve had brought me another fix of videos, but that wasn't all. When I saw the ping-pong paddle in his backpack, a shudder went through my whole body. I pressed my legs together, embarrassed at the instant wetness I felt. 'No way,' I said, but the tremor in my voice was unmistakable. It was the same unconvincing tone I'd used as a little girl, daring the boys on the playground to chase me, catch me and tie me up. Oh, please, no, stop, anything but that... 'Stand up.' My face burned and I looked at Steve in terror. I was frozen. The chair creaked behind me and before I knew it, my sister had shoved me to my feet. I was wearing a skimpy top and a short red tartan skirt that left little to the imagination. No one who knew me in school would have guessed I'd grow up to be such a shameless exhibitionist, but I was making up for lost time. He slid forward until he was sitting on the edge of the sofa. The same one I'd been spanked behind by the king in my dream. Steve adjusted his glasses and looked at me, waiting. I appealed to Jessie for help, but all she did was smile sadistically. 'Mom and Dad will hear,' I said in desperation. With a soft laugh Jessie turned the volume up and the sound of screams and chainsaws filled the room. Steve took my hand and pulled me firmly towards him. The inevitability sent a thrill through me and for a moment I was dizzy; I stumbled. Then he said it. 'Over my knee.' I'd heard those words hundreds of times in movies and in my own head. But this time it was real. Blood pounded in my ears. I can't remember if he pulled me over or if I simply melted across his lap, but suddenly I found myself staring at the carpet. My skirt rode up and the air on my thighs made me feel exposed, vulnerable. Steve rested his hand on my bottom. He gave me a few light pats over my skirt before Jessie told him to lift it. 'No!' I gasped. I lay across his lap, trembling with fear and excitement. I strained to hear the creak of my parents' door over the noise from the TV, convinced that they would barge in any second.

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