Diane was a very unhappy young lady. Here she was, eighteen years old, old enough to drive, and old enough to vote, yet in her parent's eyes, not old enough to stay home alone while they were away. It just wasn't fair. And the worst part was the "baby-sitter" who was staying with her: Aunt Jane.
Diane was more or less used to getting her own way. She was an only child, and, while she wasn't exactly spoiled, her father generally gave in to whatever she asked for. She had never gotten in any serious trouble, but had always been mischievous and liked to play practical jokes. She had really wanted to have the house to herself, and couldn't help thinking about the partying and fun she'd now be missing out on.
Diane really didn't know Aunt Jane very well. She was her father's youngest sister, who lived in California, but her father never talked much about her.
Until now she had never come to visit Diane's family, and Diane had never been to visit her. In fact the only times they had ever met were at family functions such as a cousin's wedding a few years ago. There had been only two or three such meetings, so really it was like being with a stranger in the house. Diane wasn't even sure why she was visiting now. Apparently she had some business to attend to in town for several days and needed a place to stay. Diane's parents had offered their home and had taken the opportunity to take some vacation time as long as she was there. They were going to be gone a whole week, which in this situation seemed like forever.
The first evening with Aunt Jane had not gone well. She had arrived late Friday afternoon, and Diane's parents had shown her around, left instructions and then taken off almost immediately. After that, Aunt Jane disappeared into the guest room until it was time to prepare dinner. The only remark Aunt Jane made during the meal was something about the way girls wore such short skirts nowadays, and how disgraceful it would have been when she was Diane's age. The two of them had eaten together in almost total silence after that, and when dinner was over, Diane had gone straight to her room where she sulked the rest of the night.
Aunt Jane even looked weird, Diane reflected. First of all, she was very small and thin. She dressed all in black and wore no makeup. She kept her sweater buttoned all the way to her throat and wore a tight leather skirt that came down past her knees. Her hair was pulled tightly into a bun behind her head, and she wore high black boots with pointed toes and three inch heels.
By the next day, however, Diane had decided that since there was nothing she could do to change the situation, she might as well try to make the best of it. First she showered and then proceeded to get dressed. She put on a loose sweater that wouldn't accentuate her rather large breasts. Then she wore one of her plainest, longest skirts, a plaid pleated one that still only came to about three inches above her knees. Underneath she had put on ordinary white cotton hip hugger briefs. Looking in the mirror, she thought she looked "presentable" enough.
When she got downstairs, Aunt Jane was sitting on the couch reading the newspaper. She was dressed similar to the way she had been the evening before. Diane greeted her and started to make some small talk about school and some of the things she was doing. Surprisingly Aunt Jane responded and before long they were having a pleasant conversation leading to some stories about Aunt Jane's school days and her life out in California. The conversation continued through breakfast and by the time they had finished the dishes Diane was starting to think that her time with Aunt Jane might not turn out to be so horrible after all.
It was during the course of this conversation that Aunt Jane casually mentioned that today was her birthday. Diane felt badly that she hadn't known about it and hadn't had a chance to do something special. She started to say something about it, but Aunt Jane interrupted, telling her that nothing was necessary and then immediately changed the subject. Nevertheless, it remained in the back of Diane's mind, and a few minutes later, when the opportunity arose, Diane impulsively acted on it.
It happened when Aunt Jane got up and went to her purse to get some pictures to show Diane. The purse was sitting on a low table in front of the couch.
As Aunt Jane bent over, Diane rushed up to her, grabbed the bottom of her skirt and pulled it up over her hips exposing Aunt Jane's derriere. To her surprise, was encased in a heavy, white open bottom girdle. Underneath she had on white cotton full cut panty briefs. Diane also noticed several garters on each leg extending down from the girdle to the tops of her black stocking.
Diane hesitated a second, then began to administer a birthday spanking consisting of ten light slaps with her open hand applied quickly to the outside of the girdle, plus one for good luck.
Almost before Diane had finished, Aunt Jane straightened up and turned.
Pulling her skirt back down to its proper place, she exclaimed.
"YOUNG LADY!! JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!!"
Diane backed away immediately, shocked by this reaction.
"What manner is this in which to act toward your elders!" Aunt Jane went on, "Haven't your parents taught you any respect? I've never heard of such a thing before!"
"I..I..I'm sorry, Aunt Jane." Diane stammered, "It was just a little birthday spanking. We always do it to one another. I didn't mean any harm."
"Indeed!" Aunt Jane responded. "Well I find your behavior most inappropriate for a girl your age. I think it's clear that some discipline is in order."
Diane didn't like the sound of that. She had never been severely punished for anything before, not physically anyway. The tone of Aunt Jane's voice and her threatening looks were beginning to frighten Diane. However, what really scared her was when Aunt Jane marched out of the room and came back a few seconds later with a flat wooden paddle. It was about 18 inches long, 3 inches wide and about an inch thick with a handle at one end. It looked like it could really hurt when properly applied, and Diane's stomach was beginning to do flip-flops with fear. Although, Diane was physically larger than her aunt, there was something about her air of authority that was very intimidating.
"Oh please Aunt Jane," she pleaded. "Don't hit me with that. I promise I'll be good. I'll never do it again."
"Oh I'm sure you won't," Aunt Jane responded with an evil smile, as she slapped the paddle against her hand with a loud smack.
That was all it took. Diane's stomach knotted up. She was now truly terrified. Suddenly she became aware of a splashing sound on the rug and a feeling of warm wetness in the crotch of her panties and flowing down her legs. In fear she had totally lost control and was peeing right through her cotton panties. Even after she became aware of what she was doing, she was powerless to stop it, and for several seconds just stood there as the pee continued it's flow. She felt the spreading wetness as it crept up the front and back of her panties. As she realized that her skirt was about to get wet also, she quickly grabbed the hem and raised it above her waist, totally exposing her dripping panties to the now astonished Aunt Jane.
"OH MY HEAVENS!! YOU'RE PEEING YOUR PANTIES!! YOU NASTY GIRL!!" exclaimed Aunt Jane.
Diane was practically paralyzed in fear at this point and continued to wet herself until her bladder was entirely drained. At that time she dropped her skirt and just stood there watching to see what her aunt would do next.
"I can't believe it!! You peed right into your panties!! Your panties are totally soaked, not to mention the rug. This calls for severe punishment.
Come over here, missy, NOW!!"
As if in a trance, Diane did as she was told. "Please, Aunt Jane," she sobbed again. "Please don't paddle me. I didn't mean it. Please."
"Lay down across my lap, young lady." replied Aunt Jane sternly, as she seated herself on the couch.
Diane continued to sob, but she did as instructed. When she was properly situated, Aunt Jane grabbed her skirt and once again pulled it past her hips, exposing her wet panties which were now stretched tightly across her upraised, quivering bottom. Without another word, Aunt Jane brought the paddle down, striking her left cheek with a loud SMACK.
Actually, the first one didn't feel so bad. Neither did the next few as Aunt Jane alternated the strokes from one cheek to the other. Diane was beginning to think this form of punishment might not be so bad after all. However, as the blows continued, they began to sting more and more, until by the tenth one, she was squirming and once again begging Aunt Jane to stop. Aunt Jane continued steadily though.
SMACK. "Oh Aunt Jane, please stop!!" SMACK. "Ow. Oh please, no more!!"
SMACK. "OW!" SMACK. "OOHH!! PLEASE!!" SMACK. "OWW!!"
Aunt Jane didn't say a word, but kept paddling.
Each stroke was now like a red hot iron being applied to Diane's tender bottom. The wetness of her panties made it feel even worse. Still the paddling continued with Diane jumping and squirming with each stroke and pleading for her aunt to stop.
All at once, through the pain, another feeling became apparent to Diane. It was a warm, full feeling starting in the pit of her stomach and slowly creeping toward her rear. Diane now realized that in her fear and pain she was beginning to feel something stirring in her bowels.
"Aunt Jane, please wait. I have to use the bathroom."
Aunt Jane replied with well placed smack on the left cheek sending another fiery message to Diane's body. The pressure and rumbling inside grew stronger.
"You already did that, remember" Aunt Jane said, menacingly.
"Please Aunt Jane! Let me go! This time I have to poop!"
"Not so fast, young lady," she responded, "You're not going to get out of your punishment with that trick."
"But Aunt Jane, it's true. If I don't get to the bathroom soon, I'm going to mess myself."
The pressure was definitely building now, and Diane could feel it pushing against her anal opening. She just had to have some relief soon. Instead she felt another blow to her right cheek. How much longer could she hold on?
Two more blows followed, and Diane knew she couldn't last much longer.
"Aunt Jane, PLEASE!!!" she cried, "I'm going to poop my panties if you don't let me go NOW!!"
The response was another smack, even harder than the others. Diane jumped and the load in her bowels seemed to move even lower Now her rear was almost numb. As the next blow landed on her left cheek, she could feel her sphincter muscles failing, and she realized she just couldn't hold it in any longer. Now she could feel a warm, wet sensation up between her cheeks as her asshole expanded further.
"Ohhh, Aunt Jane, it's happening," she cried. "I'm pooping myself."
Sure enough she had totally lost control. She could feel her bowels starting to evacuate and the load begin to pass out through her now extended anal opening and into the seat of her panties. It felt very soft and loose and made a crackling sound as it passed through. As the poop contacted the cotton fabric it began to spread out, causing her panties to bulge and filling the cleft between her cheeks. The odor of fresh shit filled the air.
Aunt Jane had her paddle raised for another stroke when she realized what was happening.
"Oh my gosh! You ARE pooping your panties!! I can't believe it."
Diane was no longer making any attempt to hold back now and the huge, soft load continued to slide out ever faster into the seat of her panties. As her panties filled, because of her awkward position on Aunt Jane's lap, the poop moved downwards to fill the space between her thighs. It felt squishy and warm.
"Ohhh no. I'm doing it. I'm filling my panties with poop. Ohhh!!" Diane continued to sob.
"I can't believe it," repeated Aunt Jane. "You're doo-dooing your panties.
You're pooping yourself like a little girl. How can you do such a thing?"
Finally it was all out, and her anus slowly closed. Diane's panties now showed a large bulge in the seat and hung down between her legs. There was a wide dark stain forming as well. One of the elastic legs had been pulled away from her body and the brown mass was clearly visible through the opening. Diane just lay there, exhausted and embarrassed, not knowing what to do next.
Aunt Jane was still repeating over and over: "You doo-dooed yourself. You loaded your pants. I can't believe it. There's no excuse for this!"
Suddenly the paddle descended again even harder than before. It made contact with the load of poop, spreading it around even more, and flattening the bulge. Aunt Jane, practically out of control, continued her paddling repeating as she did each stroke, "There's no excuse for this. Pooping your panties like a child. Doo-dooing yourself. How disgusting. Anyone who does such a thing deserves to be punished."
Luckily for Diane, most of the blows were absorbed by the load of shit which acted like padding between her already tender cheeks and the paddle. However, her entire rear and thighs became totally smeared.
Finally, Aunt Jane put the paddle aside and Diane was allowed to get up.
Still sobbing she made her way to the bathroom, closed the door and turned to examine herself in the mirror. The seat of her panties was dark brown, and runny poop was leaking through the legs and down her thighs. As she removed her shitty panties a good part of the load came with them, but a lot remained smeared between her cheeks and even caught in her pussy hair. She could also see that both cheeks were now a bright red. Dropping her panties on the floor, she started the shower and climbed in to clean herself up.
She remained under the shower for a long time. When she got out she noticed her rear was still red and that it hurt even to touch it. She carefully put on some fresh clothes and headed for the laundry room with her soiled undies.
After rinsing them off in the tub, she started to place them in the hamper when she noticed something. There near the top was a pair of white cotton full cut briefs, identical to the ones Diane had seen on Aunt Jane when she gave her her birthday spanking. The only difference was that these had a large brown stain in the rear and fair amount of dried poop still present in the seat. Diane picked them up and examined them carefully. She was sure no one else in the house had panties like that.
With determination in her stride, and the panties dangling from her fingers, she marched back to the living room where her aunt was still seated on the couch reading.
"Oh Aunt Ja-a-ane," she called out with a lilt in her voice. "Guess what I-I-I found."
As Aunt Jane looked up and saw the pooped panties hanging in front of her, her eyes widened.
"Oh, uh-well, I can explain that-uh." She continued to stammer, "In the cab..on the way here. There was a delay..no place to go. I couldn't hold it. Just an accident. Could happen to anyone."
"That's odd," replied Diane, with determination in her voice. "I thought you told me there was no excuse for pooping your pants. I thought anyone who did that deserved to be punished. Right Aunt Jane?"
"Uh-yes. I know I said that...but-uh-this was different."
"Oh, I don't think so dear Aunt Jane." Diane replied sweetly.
Then before her aunt could react further, Diane was on the couch pulling the smaller woman by the shoulders across her lap. At the same time she grabbed the paddle and once again yanked up her aunt's skirt exposing her girdled derriere and elastic garters. This was to be no playful birthday spanking.
Pulling up on the bottom of the girdle, Diane administered a hard smack with the paddle across both upraised cheeks. Aunt Jane yelped and jumped, but Diane had a good hold with her other hand, and there was no escape. Again and again the paddle came down hard, until Aunt Jane was in tears, begging and pleading for her to stop, promising to do anything she asked. Diane realized that now she was in full control, and the feeling as she continued to administer punishment aroused her like nothing she had ever experienced before.
"Hmmm, You'll do anything, Aunt Jane?" she asked.
"Yes!! Yes!! Anything you want." Jane sobbed.
The feeling of dominance was like an aphrodisiac, and to Diane's astonishment, her pussy began to moisten and tingle.
"Well," Diane thought as the blows continued to land and she considered her aunt's pleas, "The next few days may turn out to be some fun after all."
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