My Naughty Aunty.

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Hmmmph… mmm? MMMMPPHH!” She made more noise and wiggled around. Her eyes opened, and then her body completely tensed up and her head was lifted up. She was awake. She pulled hard against the bonds with great strength and was going to yell into her gag. She was trying to lift her head by pulling on her wrist bonds. Well you said you wanted me to keep you company and have some fun! We’re together, and I’m having a ton of fun with you!” If your mother says you have to, then you have to," he cut me off. "You know better than to try and use us against each other." The Friday had finally come I had been looking forward to. The stars had all aligned; and I was to go over to my Aunt Chrissy’s after school for the night. It was just the two of us. I had hatched my little plan since the middle school science teacher had done an in-class experiment a month or so before. I was mesmerized by the science lab, and had always wanted to tie up my aunt. I had a couple of times as a little kid, but not since then. She was definitely the aunt who liked to play with her nieces and nephews, and wasn’t afraid to play jokes on us or even tease us a little.

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This is again from the year 2007 and another fine photog from Kerala Hari Menon was also traveling with me to shoot this. I am putting this up after a bit of tinkering with editing and cropping.This all changed when I was 13. Aunt Pam was a Christian fundamentalist, and in my teens I’d sometimes stay weekends or for a time in school holidays at her lovely house in Amersham, and she became a kind of tutor to me too. My sister was in the room with Aunt Janet. Shannon was displaced to a sleeping bag in the living room. She didn't complain, as this meant she would get to stay up longer. Why haven’t you taken his pants down?” Doreen asked with interest. “Oh my dear, that’s far too vulgar.”“But you used to cane Rory on his bare bottom?”“Ah that’s different – he’s my son, whereas this one is merely in my charge. I’ve no desire to see what he’s got down there! But pants up nice and tight, and we have a perfect view. Now we’ll see who’s boss, young man!”

Young fighters from various schools of Kalari gathered here and here they are on the road going through their routines with actual weapons. Doreen seemed only too delighted to assist. “What do you want me to do?” she asked. “We’ll let’s see how co-operative he becomes,” Aunt Pam replied, “we’ll start with the cane.”I’ve only had great experiences with Uber, so I’ve never had your dilemma. I also realize I have always failed to rate these lovely people, so I will start doing so now (especially since they are apparently rating me). For some reason, Uber comes in for a lot of bashing, but where I live, the shared motto of the cab companies appears to be: “When You Absolutely Positively Have to Get to the Airport, We Will Not Send a Cab in Time.” Uber has always sent a car in time. You had a bum ride, and Uber has a system for making sure incompetent drivers aren’t part of its fleet. But like you, my heart lurches imagining what might be the life story of this man. So, steamed though I would have been, I wouldn’t have bothered to give him one star. But there’s nothing wrong with seeing it as your civic duty to notify the company that its driver isn’t up to the job. You don’t say whether his incompetence was just as a navigator or if he also made you feel unsafe on the road, but if he was a dangerous driver, that would change the equation about the imperative to report. Finally, Aunt Pam asked Doreen to give me three strokes of the cane, while she continued to hold me firmly over her knee. Doreen duly obliged. The cane strokes weren’t too hard, but they did bite. When we entered the room, there was a large double bed for my parents, and a......I couldn't believe it! A white CRIB, covered with pink bunnies and of course, pink nursery printed sheets. I was going to be sleeping where Shannon always slept. This sounded reasonable at first, although I was mildly ruffled at having to sleep in a 3 year old girls bed. It would probably be something dumb, like pink or something. The next thing I knew, Aunt Pam was holding my arms firmly so I couldn’t move, and Doreen was unzipping my jeans. Then I was pulled across Pam’s knee in a daze.