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!!"