A Lesson From Aunt Kelly

And what a natural "aunty" she is. What truant miscreant would not want her as your personal guidance advisor? Her nephew shall experience the thrill of a lifetime. And this is a real treat--- some shot in retro style, even the props resemble something out of "ozzie and harriet." Very nice age regression theme here.

And she promises him a spanking every day, is he lucky or what?? This woman is totally believable as the matriarch. He is a pig. Sloppy, slovenly and a bad report on the phone. Aunt Kelly cannot wait to scold and shame.

Curfew violations---the fun begins. She tingles him through the jeans. Full-force hand swats. Trousers down, auntie strips to her girdle and slip and through the briefs she goes. This little prick is going to get a good one and he deserves it.

Down with the tidy whities and she already has a lovely beet hue to those wimpy flanks of his. And is she laying in the hands now. Corner time and always made to tuck up the shirt so auntie kelly can do touch ups, when needed.

Aunt Kelly has a magnificent ass. He does not have to cover his puny thing. Now, the strapping of the cat-o-nine. And she wants his head into the couch, so she is gonna wail the crap out of his worthless ass.

And does she ever smash that cat. Forehands and backhands, this woman has some tennis in her background. He is calling her "ma-am" but that does not slow down her power. Now, she is stepping into every lash, putting her body behind each one.

You could fry a bologna sandwich on these cheeks. He's flat on the couch now, maybe she'll fetch the Sugardale loaf. He can take an incredible amount of punishment. And not one welt or breaking of the skin yet, this woman has talent.

Bring out the baked potato. The coals are hot enough. Pacing, scolding, the wood spoon appears and its otk all over again. Gonna boil some stew on those flaming embers.

She performs these tasks with such conviction, such zeal, she enjoys this stuff. She is so matronly sexy that if she ever runs a contest, enter as many times as you can. Flailing now as the spoon is rapid-fire, its corner time with more reminders.

A slight bruising is all we see, that's talent. That can change as the spoon resumes. If she had a fork, she could toss a salad for twenty guests. At least a few hundred stingers, if you bothered to count.

His ass is as red as those walls. He has a tight one, she could do some plug work there too. Briefs and trousers up, until the next transgression. Sneaking in a check up, he's lounging with a filthy book and here we go again with the paddle and otk. And she is hitting with the force of the lash.