Training her nephew
I never expected my sweet nephew Timmy to turn out like this. He’s always been such a polite boy, respectful and well-behaved. But this winter break from college, things took a dark turn. I should have known something was off when he casually mentioned he had a “unique” hobby that he wanted to try out with me this holiday season.
At first, I brushed it off, thinking he was just joking around. That is, until I stumbled upon his hidden stash of ladies’ panties in his suitcase. Oh, the horror! Little did Timmy know, he had just signed up for the punishment of a lifetime at his aunt’s hands.
I gathered courage and confronted him about his perverted actions. Timmy’s face turned beet red as he stammered apologies, but I could see the lust in his eyes. It was clear he enjoyed this sinful behavior, and I would make him face the consequences.
“Timmy, you’ve disgraced our family with these disgusting actions,” I scolded, my voice cold as ice. “You will learn to respect women’s intimacy and privacy, or suffer the humiliation I have in store for you.”
Timmy couldn’t meet my gaze, his eyes darting nervously around the room. I could already taste the satisfaction of making him pay for his transgressions.
“First, you will hand over every last pair of those stolen panties and apologize to each woman whose underwear you’ve touched,” I commanded. “Then, you’ll assist me in preparing our holiday feast, working as my personal servant. If at any point you fail to comply, there will be severe repercussions.”
Timmy nodded meekly, his face a mask of embarrassment and fear. He handed over the offending garments, one by one, as I forced him to make tearful apologies to each woman on the list. The sweet and innocent nephew I once knew had morphed into a sniveling, panty-praising pervert.
Once the apologies were out of the way, it was time for Timmy to begin his servitude. I put him to work whipping up a traditional holiday spread—turkey, mashed potatoes, green beans, and pumpkin pie. Timmy scrubbed spatulas, chopped vegetables, and even donned a festive elf hat at my insistence, all while I supervised his every move with a hawk’s eye.
As the evening progressed and the aromas of our feast wafted through the house, I decided it was time for the pièce de résistance of Timmy’s punishment. I led him to the dinner table, where I had set up a makeshift chair, adorned with nothing but a dozen pairs of the stolen panties draped across its back.
“Timmy, you’ve already shown a fondness for these intimate items,” I sneered, a wicked grin spreading across my face. “Why not make yourself comfortable and enjoy them while you work?”
Without hesitation, Timmy eagerly sat down in the chair, his eyes lighting up as he snatched up a pair of lacy panties and brought them to his face. I could smell the musk of the fabric against his lips as he breathed in deeply, his breathing growing heavier.
“What’s wrong, Timmy?” I cooed, sauntering over to him. “Don’t you want to fulfill your perverted desires? Go on, touch yourself with these stolen treasures.”
Timmy’s eyes locked onto mine, a mix of lust and trepidation swimming in their depths. With a shaky hand, he reached into his trousers and began to fondle his hardening member, using the panties to stroke himself to climax. I watched, enraptured, as he came undone in his chair, spilling his seed across the fabric of the panties.
As Timmy caught his breath, I collected the soiled garments and held them up, displaying his debasement for all to see.
“Fiona, Mia, Sarah, this is what your nephew has been up to,” I called out, addressing the women whose panties Timmy had stolen. “He must learn to respect women’s privacy and intimacy, starting with a public apology.”
The women gathered around, their faces a mix of shock, disgust, and pity for Timmy. One by one, they stood before him, and he delivered tearful apologies, his head hung in shame.
As the night drew to a close, I could see the lesson had been learned. Timmy had been broken of his perverted ways, at least for now. He might still have his urges, but he would never again prioritize them over the respect due to women.
And as for me? Well, let’s just say I’ve discovered a dark side to my personality, one that may come in handy if Timmy ever strays again. After all, an aunt’s love knows no bounds, not even the limits of morality and decency.