The summer I turned 17 was a very special one that I will never forget. It was spent at the summerhouse of my Aunt Karen, and it helped me discover the full extent of my long time attraction to maternal discipline.
Aunt Karen was married to my mother’s younger brother, and was hardly 40. She was a very attractive woman, and although young and inexperienced I instinctively sensed that she was much more erotically oriented than most of the women in my family. She always wore make-up, and she dressed in a sensual and even sexy