Chapter I. Early days.
Summer was her favourite time, a time to be freer from the constraints of being indoors and the attentions of her Aunt Maude. She had always referred to Maud as her Aunt out of respect, although she was not related to her in any way.
The midday sun warmed her legs right up to her waist. Her legs, thighs and tight rounded bottom that were exposed to the dappled rays shining through the leaves.
The sun’s heat beat through her thin summer frock directly onto the upturned cheeks of her bottom, no panties as they had been too uncomfortable to pull on as this morning after she had been spanked across Maude’s lap.
The heat from the sun was radiating across both cheeks making her tingle with the perverse pleasure that the pain inevitably promoted.
It was always the same.
That sharp voice calling her name.
Entering the snug seeing Maude sitting upright in the high backed chair she loved so much.
She was an attractive spinster with close bobbed hair giving her a deceptively mannish appearance that seemed to argue with the rest of her body; long legs leading to a shapely if not rather narrow hips and an even smaller waist line that accentuated the two very full and firm breasts pushing out from under a thin dark blue blouse buttoned all the way down the front.
Her hands were folded over her calf length skirt with its full length front panel hiding the long zipper that allowed the skirt to be parted and opened out; those hands held a fascination for Charlotte.
They often appeared to have a life and activity of their own, seemingly at times to be totally independent of their owner, long slender fingers perfectly designed to grasp firmly yet able to open and penetrate with ease the smallest of apertures.
Her eyes strayed to her Aunt’s nipples quietly visible; this would change as the conversation and the anticipation of events moved forward. Reacting like warning beacons of the arousing of Maude’s feelings; they never failed in their duty. Charlotte could never get over her fascination of their engorgement which in turn excited her body into its own inevitable response.
It was so calm out in the open as if there were no challenges or problems left to think about; high up a leaf circled down twisting as it fell, she watched fascinated, then at the last moment a small puff of wind pushed it out of line, while at the same time flipping the hem of her short frock up to her waist, it land on her bare bottom right between her two moon shaped cheeks.
She gazed out over the sloping grass running down to the veldt below; their house in rural east Africa might be isolated but it was set in a wild and beautiful countryside. Her aunt had lived here for the last fifteen years sharing it with her missionary husband until tragedy struck at their whole family.
Her parents friend, Maud’s husband, had been driving her parents back from the nearest big town after their customary big monthly shopping trip both in the back, the front passenger seat crammed with their purchases. Disaster came in the form of a rogue bull elephant that had been rampaging through the surrounding countryside for weeks cleverly evading all attempts of the Game Warden to put an end to both him and the terror he spread. According to Ngoli, her uncle’s number one follower and aide, they came across the big male in a stretch of road where it cut through a small but steep kopje. Her Uncle, as she called him, had apparently very foolishly sounded his horn and advanced slowly on the elephant ignoring Ngoli’s urgent and repeated advice to stay still and wait. Being confronted in this aggressive manner the bull charged giving those inside the Land Rover no time to escape; Ngoli jumped off the running board and scrambled up the loose scree to the top of the cutting. Looking down he could only watch in horror as the bull effectively made a meat sandwich of the defenceless occupants between the roof and the floor of the vehicle. Running back three miles he raised the alarm. Thirty minutes later when the warden and two nurses arrived the bull was still angrily circling the flattened Land Rover; the trumpeting beast was quickly dispatched and everyone rushed in to help. However it was clear that all three had either been killed almost instantly or bled out from their horrific wounds.
In the weeks that followed Charlotte sought comfort at night wrapped in the arms of her aunt, her head burrowed in between the large taught breasts, her back stroked gently but firmly pushing their two bodies steadily closer and closer. Years later Charlotte still awoke from vivid dreams of these nights, unsure at times whether it had been a dream or reality that had just occurred.
Slowly they came to terms with their shared pain, first to get back to life and the day to day was Maude. Over breakfast one morning she announced.
“I have spoken with the Consulate, and it appears that as you are now an adult, you can choose with whom you stay, otherwise if you were younger you would be declared an orphan of the State. It is your choice if you want to stay with me in Africa, or go back to England to your Grandparents.” Charlotte reflected for a moment, then replied in a firm voice.
“I have been so happy here with you, and my parents were happy here as well, so I also do not want to be separated from the memories I have of my earlier days here in Africa, if that is OK with you?”
“Yes it would make me very happy, as I enjoy intelligent company, and though you have much to learn your studies so far show a great potential, I would like to see you go to university, and before that I will prepare you here in my school for a boarding College in England so that you can get the required entrance examinations, it is not cheap but the insurance and my savings will support that investment in your future,” Continuing on.
“I have been considering your education and I think it best that you join the older classes that I teach, home will be here; your demeanour and submission to my way thinking will be paramount.
This has been lacking in your education so far and is essential to bringing you round to be the obedient young woman I expect of you.
Let me give you fair warning that I will not brook misbehaviour in either action or attitude.
To this end I believe in corporal punishment administered for all small corrections by being bent over my lap for a spanked bottom, for repeated mistakes again over my lap, your skirt raised up to expose you, then your panties pulled down to your knees and a plimsoll applied to your bared cheeks.
For serious breaches, you will bend over the end of the kitchen table and caned hard. Are we clear on this?”
“Yes what? Remember although I am not your real aunt, I expect respect. Maud is too familiar and Mrs. Baldwin might be correct for a servant, but too formal by far between us.”
“Yes Aunt Maude”
“Good then let us first get on with organising your wardrobe.
We will go into town and visit my friend Mrs Mary Winthrop who has a shop selling all manner of clothes for young girls and women, including the school uniform you are lacking.
When you are there I will leave you with Mary to fit you out, and you will be obedient to everything she asks of you, or pay the consequences on my return to the shop.
“Yes. Aunt Maude.”
“Into the car with you, and before you go change your panties for a pair of your new ones I bought for you, I don’t want Mrs. Winthrop to think you are not careful about your personal appearance.”
“But Aunt Maude they are so small and tight, when I wear them they hug me and my mound is clearly defined pushing up from under the thin fabric.”
“Silly girl that is why you wear them, you must not hide the fact that even at your age your body is seemingly fully developed. But you lack any underarm or pubic hair of consequence as yet.
I would strongly recommend you do not let yourself get excited while you are there, you do not want to show Mrs Winthrop how wanton you are.
I warn you, if you do, she will soon pull those panties down to see for herself what a truly little girl you still are.”
Running out to the waiting car, an old black four door Ford that swayed even when her light weight was added or while shifting her bottom back on the worn leather.
Maud reached across and pulled Charlotte’s dress hem up to her waist.
“Open your knees wide and let me see and feel your crotch.”
Charlotte pushed her knees wide revealing the tight white covering of her pouting mons. Maud laid her hand over the thin fabric and rubbed gently down and round to the small anal opening knowing full well the result.
“Oh! Aunt Maud that is not fair I shall now start to come down and wet my panties.”
“I decide what is fair in your life, and I am sure now that Mary Winthrop will appreciate your excited state in your privates.” Maud replied slipping into first, and heading down the dirt road towards town.
The rutted road leaving a long lingering trail of dark brown dust high in the air.
It was not until they reached the tar macadam road, starting three miles later that the rattling stopped and the dust cloud fell behind.