Tony Gets A Well-Deserved Spanking!

Tony sat at the table, his face contorted into a scowl as he slammed his fist on top of it, the sound echoing through the restaurant. “Is this what you call service?!” He grumbled loudly, making snide and childish comments to the waiters whenever they passed. “That’s how you treat the people serving you?! You are completely ridiculous!” Aunt Brenda, who happened to be sitting a few tables away, couldn’t take it anymore. With a determined expression, she stood up, marched over to Tony, and grabbed him firmly by the ear, ignoring his yelps of protest. “Anthony, what on earth do you think you’re doing?” her voice was stern, cutting through the ambient chatter of the restaurant. Tony’s eyes widened in shock as he recognized her voice. “A-aunt, Brenda, what are you doing here?” he stammered, trying to pull away from her grasp. “I’m here to teach you some manners, young man!” the towering woman scolded, dragging him over to an empty chair. She sat down, pulled him over her lap, and, without hesitation, began to spank him right there in front of everyone. The restaurant fell silent as she delivered a resounding spanking, her hand landing with sharp cracks against his warming up bottom. “I can’t believe the nerve of you, acting like this in public!” she scolded between smacks. “You should be ashamed of yourself!” Tony squirmed and whimpered, his eyes darting around the restaurant as he saw everyone watching. Some patrons were shocked, others amused(mostly the staff he had verbally abused), and a few even pulled out their phones to capture the spectacle unfolding before them.” Look at them!” a customer added. “Ow, Auntie Brenda, please stop! They are staring at us!” Tony pleaded, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment and tears welling in his eyes. But the woman was relentless, her lecture continuing as she administered the punishment. “You think it’s funny to treat people disrespectfully? Well, let me tell you, it’s not! You owe these waiters and staff an apology for your behavior. You’ve been acting like a spoiled brat, disrespecting these hardworking people,” she scolded between smacks. “You should be ashamed of yourself!” His already weeping eyes welled up with tears as he felt the sting of the auntie’s spanking, his pride crumbling under the weight of public humiliation. He whimpered apologies between sobs, promising to behave better. “Pl-please, I’m s-sorry!” After a hell of a time, with a final swat, Brenda brought the spanking to an end and stood him up, his bottom undoubtedly smarting from the ordeal. Sniffling, Tony faced the other patrons, his cheeks aflame with shame. “Now apologize to the folks you were rude to,” she instructed firmly. “I-I’m sorry,” he stammered, his voice barely audible over the hushed whispers in the room. “I-I didn’t mean to be rude. I’m really sorry.” She nodded approvingly, her expression softening as she wrapped an arm around Tony’s shoulders. “That’s better, dear. Now, let’s get out of here and discuss your manners.” 

Aunt Brenda

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