She was a strict, no nonsense woman that believed that nearly all problems could be solved with a wooden paddle. And Jimmy had lost track of the all the times he'd felt the sting of her favorite instrument of discipline when she was his babysitter.
It was bad enough that his mom forced him to wear diapers and baby clothes all the time, but his aunt was even less tolerant of his sissy ways and she never missed an opportunity to humiliate him further.
Ever since she caught him poking around her panty drawer, she'd never had an ounce of sympathy for him and she never let him forget what a big baby he was. And since that fateful day, all Jimmy had ever known from her was severe, unrelenting discipline, frequently meted out by her wooden Spencer paddle.
His bottom fairly tingled just at the sight of her when she showed up to take him over to her house.