Mrs Allen entered the living room and sat across the room on the sofaand watched. I was crying and dancing over Mr Allen's lap, while mybottom was tur...ing red and then bright red. After what seemed like ahour, I was let up and told to go stand in the corner. I was instructednot to rub my bottom or wipe my tears. I gladly headed for the corner asit meant the spanking was over. I pressed my nose into the corner andsobbed.As I entered the corner, the door bell rang and Mrs Allen went to answerit.. After all, why would you become aroused by just reading something on Literotica. No one's touching you, nobody's caressing your pleasure centers, but your nipples get hard and your juices start to flow because your brain is engaged. She made me look at you, at all the other people watching me, knowing they are watching me cum. She made me feel their desire for me, your desire for me, her desire for me. No more pretending. It's you, naked and exposed, the object of all that lust, the instigator. My heart was beating so fast and I didn’t know what’s gonna happen next. Even though I was not courage enough to take any sudden action to satisfy my desire, I had decided not to spoil this night with my sexy aunty who appears in my orgasms at all my masturbations.I kept up for a long time and my breath came to the normal pace. I decided to give a try. I slowly put my palms on her hip over her maxi. With trembling hands it was hard to keep up the position. So I took my hands back and moved. ” I couldn’t say anything, he had me under his control. I was struggling with anger and hatred and was emotional and tearful too! I felt useless. When my Mum and Sister returned I said nothing. “You ok sweetness,” my mum enquired, I nodded yes. The next day I dressed in some more new clothes my Mum had bought me. This was a simple yellow sun dress with a white scalloped hem and silk buttons all the way up the front with a fabric belt tied in a bow on the back and flat strappy sandals, I wore.