Part Three Back to the interview
Finishing my tea and cake, I stood up nervous surveying the room. The curtains on the bay window were open, and the early afternoon winter sun illuminated the cosy room.
“Over there, so I can get a good view of you” she said pointing to the bright space in front of the large bay windows. I got up and walked round the coffee table and stood in front of the bay window, the sun silhouetting my body putting me in the spot light as I started, nervously remove my shirt. “fold them neatly and place them on the chair behind you” she said sternly. I had already removed my shoes, “no shoes allowed in the drawing room” she told me when I arrived, so my trousers were next, conscious of my exposure to anyone walking past outside. That amazing feeling flooded through me as they fell down my legs, and I pulled them over my feet. “and the socks” she said, “come on, chop chop, “ she went on, clapping her hands like a school teacher. I tried to steady myself, as she watched my clumsy attempt to pull of my socks. “oh well, my, my, look at the cute white panties, oh my, good, good, now hands on your head and stand still, and smile, your supposed to be enjoying this” she laughed.
Aunty Jane then stood up and walked towards me as I stood display. I felt her warmth and her perfume filled my nostrils as she walked behind me the fabric of her skirt brushing against my legs as her soft slender hands reached out and touched me, sending sparks of excitement through my body as she gently stoked her fingers across my exposed flesh, caressing my arms, shoulders and moving round to my back. I was not in the best of shapes for my age, and carried a few too many extra pounds round my waist, with a slight beer belly.
She squeezed the tops of my hips “ well, its clear you need a little more exercise Robin, I hope your fit enough for the manual work, I may have to put you on a diet” she said to herself as she continued to examine me. Then she pulled her hands around me, pulling her self against me, her full breasts pushed hard against my naked flesh her face nuzzling against my back and neck, as her hands moved round to my chest and rested on my small man boobs. I was so proud of my man boobs, one thing about the extra weight was that I did have unusually well pronounced breasts for a man, and they wear clearly visible with long now hard erect nipples, and as I kept my chest smooth, the effect was more enhanced. “Well, Well, what do we have here, these girls are cute Robin, a nice hand full, you could do with a small trainer bra” she laughed as she squeezed my nipples between her fingers. I looked down to see her red nails as I tried not to embarrass myself by screaming out as she nipped then hard. I started to move on the spot lifting myself up from side to side on my feet to try and push out the pain, wincing as she pushed her nail against them, teasing me even more. The situation was now starting to excite me, and my cock was now erect, pushing against the fabric of my white cotton panties, and as I looked down I could see a trace of pre cum starting to show as my excitement grew.
I could smell her warm breath as she groaned to herself, clearly enjoying what she was doing, her hands moved down my stomach and rested against the top of my panties. “well, I am pleased you followed my instructions, white cotton panties, that’s a good boy” she said, “now its time to see what inside them, time for robin to show aunty jane what a big boy he is”, she laughed, making the butterflies accelerate even more now inside me, the adrenaline was bubbling inside me, and I was actually starting to pant with excitement.
She slowly hooked her 2 thumbs under the elasticated tops of my panties and started to pull them down, and as she did this, my now fully erect 4 inch cock was pulled down against the fabric. “shall I count down, 5, 4, 3” are you ready to show me you package robin” she said, with a giggle. She stopped and held them there as she looked around “I can’t see it yet” she laughed, did you forget to bring your cock robin” she laughed, knowing full well how those words would make me feel, as she already knew about my other big hang up. That was the size of my cock, , well, the lack of size in my case, and her subtle methods to tease me were having an incredible effect on me. It was small, very small, and this only amplified my desire to be submissive, to feel so in adequate and sissy. “do you have a cock Robin”
Then she moved back and slapped her hand hard across my bum, making me jump. My cock bounced against my panties, and she slapped me again, and again. The sounds of her hand against my bum resonating in the room “When I ask a question, I expect an answer” she said.. I was confused a I tried to stutter a reply “Simple question, Have you got a cock” she asked.. “er yes aunty jane” I said, “that’s better, well, where is it” she demanded. “its , er , there inside my panties” I said, feeling even more embarrassed …”oh, its inside your panties is it, maybe I need to attach a little bell to it with cute pink ribbon, so we know when it moves, well lets have look for it then” she said as she quickly yanked my panties down round my knees and laughed as my tiny erect cock sprang into view. As well as being small, it was also not very fat, “oh dear, is that all you have Robin” and she started to laugh, real laughter, as she turned to face me, putting her hand to her mouth” of my, bless you robin, you poor boy, I know its cruel of me, I shouldn’t laugh, but, well, sorry, but, oh dear, you know I have not actually seen one that small before on a grown man, its very small isn’t it, are you sure it’s a cock, its , well, it could be finger, lets have a closer look”
She left me standing with my hands on my head, my panties hanging round my knees, and my fully erect 4 inch cock on display leaking precum. The rush of excitement, mixed with embarrassment and humiliation warmed my core, as I watched this mature lady, walk over to her bureau cabinet, open the draw and take out her mobile phone and a magnifying lens and a small 6 inch ruler.
“well, I wont need the long ruler” she said to herself as she approached me, knelt down and looked at my cock through her magnifying glass , “oh yes, there it is, and its dripping, oh dear, you better not stain my carpet” she said, flicking my cock with her finger, as it bounced around, she scoped some of the precum from the tip of my exposed gland and wiped it against my leg and then she placed her long middle finger aside my cock, “well, there not much difference in size, is this what is known as a pencil dick robin, its so thin, in fact, well, its really just a little clit isn’t it Robin, I can now fully understand why your wife left you, how did you manage to satisfy her with that” she continued to mock me as she measured my cock with the ruler, “well, I thought you said it was 4 inches, more like 3.5” she smiled, “typical man, always exaggerating “
She returned to her bureau replaced the items, and then turned to me.
“bend down and try and touch your toes for me robin” she instructed.
I tried my best to do this, but it was difficult, and as I bent down, I could not help worry that my exposed bare ass would now be clearly visible in the large bay windows to anyone outside the house. I pushed down, my man boobs squashing down looking more prominent, and my small beer belly now obscuring the view of my tiny cock, that had now lost some of its erection and as my long foreskin covered the end of my cock, it looked very gooey covered in precum. I felt totally humiliated, what must I have looked like.
“come on, you certainly need some work robin, for goodness sake, is that as far as you can go”, as she place the flat of her hand against the top of my back and pushed me down further. “Try harder as she maintained the pressure on my back till I just manage to brush my fingers against my feet, my knees starting to buckle slightly.
She walked behind me to look at my bottom. My bum cheeks are very fleshy and bouncy, and she squeezed my cheeks, “I must say, you do have a rather nice spankable bottom Robin” , which pleased me as she slapped my cheeks a few times then griped them parting them to look directly at my hole, “yes, a nice smooth hole, how many men have been up here Robin,” she asked as she gently pushed a fingernail against my exposed hole. “erm, 3 or 4 Aunty Jane” I replied, “, 3, or 4, what you cant remember, is it 3 or 4, I am sure you mentioned 4 in the messages you sent me,” “er yes sorry, 4 Aunty Jane” I said, not sure why I was saying that, “oh you are a very dirty boy” she said again as she slapped me a few more time. “wait here, do not move” she said as she left the room.
When she returned, I could hear the swish of a riding crop. I tried to look up and could just make out that she had a crop and a cane in her hand, and a small bag.
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xxx Tia 
oooo, indeed ‘we’ 
Intrigue's afoot. Is Aunty alone or …….. 
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