“Oooh, how delightfully kinky,” Aunt Chelsea smiled and obliged Rebecca.It wasn’t some hardcore BDSM or anything like that. Aunt Chelsea wrapped...the scarf around the outside of Rebecca’s wrists, binding them lightly to the bedpost and tying an easy knot to hold her in place.Whack! Without warning, Aunt Chelsea rained the paddle down on Becky’s unprepared cheeks. Rebecca flinched a little but couldn’t move with the restraint.“How was that?” Aunt Chelsea asked as she stroked Rebecca’s backside. To admit ignorance or weakness is no great thing to them, and they will not think less of you should you do this, but to speak a lie will build a wall between you that is very hard to tear down.Celeste laughed lightly at my confession and took my hand in hers, patting it soothingly, "Why Jean-Claude, when a woman tells you how big and handsome you are, you tell her how pretty she is! And if she is not pretty, tell her how nice her dress is or how nice her hair is!If you do this small thing very. I pushed in and ever so slowly it disappeared into her butt. It felt amazing, her but was clamping down on my cock like a vice. "Oh shit that feels big," Tia said. I worked it slowly back to the entrance and pushed forward burying my cock even further in her ass. We repeated this process until my whole cock was buried deep in her ass. It felt better and better each time I plunged into her. The tip of my cock rested against the end of her ass. "You ready?" I asked Tia. "As I'll ever be," replied. Would you get hard for her, Carl?”Despite being stunned by what I thought my aunt was saying, my cock still thickened and grew to full-blooded tumescence. Lust exploded inside me, the heat of it surging as the unbidden image of the scene my aunt described popped into my mind.Glancing down at my dick, my aunt chuckled. “I think that’s my answer,” she said.It was a staggering concept, too much reality to absorb. “I … I don’t get it,” I stammered.“Things could be just like they are now,” my aunt.