Living with my aunt….her daily spankings of me worked wonders and i confessed to her that i seemed to be enjoying the spankings more than the supervised mas tur ba tion in the morning shower with her. College classes had started and i looked forward to coming home to her house and receiving my afternoon spankings while truthfully confessing if i had had any urges to touch myself or if i had seen any girls that aroused me. The morning shower spankings were lighter but the OTK ones when i got home to her were harder and more extensive. I went through the first week of classes without playing with myself to o r ga sm at all. Granted the morning shower spankings with morning e r e ct ions and her bare body in the shower with me were exciting and she began to meet me halfway, allowing me to touch myself without release with my back to her as she swatted my cheeks. I was also sleeping more soundly without so many overnight urges. After behaving so well the first week of classes my aunt spooned me on that saturday night into sunday morning and as she spooned me she held my wrist in her hand from behind me and guided my hand as she had me touched myself just lightly caressing fondling and rarely stroking briefly, there were multiple episodes of that through the night and when she could tell i was struggling with control she had me head down bottom up to spank me and calm me down, and then cuddle me as we catnapped thru the night. Basically me saying please spank me at a critical moment was the cue for i was close to o r g asm. She would have me go bottom up with my g e ni tals bent down and pushed back between my thighs, untouched, until she had spanked me long enough for my arousal to fade. It was all very nurturing and soothing, and she told me that my mother should have had the determination and resolve to have done this and cured me years before. She was rapidly becoming who i saw as a maternal figure rather than my mother.

To be continued.