OK, SUPPOSEDLY THIS ACCOUNT IS NOW UP AND RUNNING ... AND COLLARM SAYS YOU LITTLE SHITS HAVE BEEN SENDING MY MESSAGES TO JUNK MAIL!!!

wELL SEE HOW IT GOES BEFORE I SWITCH BACK HERE PERMANENTLY...

HELP, SUBBIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am receiving mail, but the mail I am sending is not reaching people, even though it says that it has been read.

PLEASE UNDERSTAND, IF YOU WRITE TO ME HERE I CANNOT WRITE BACK!!! SO READ THE PROFILE HERE BUT THEN WRITE TO ME AT AUNTYMAAM.

Here are all the people I have written to … in alphabetical order! (that took a long time).

acuckoldsucker

AlternateMan

atomant94560

barbitv53

bbg257708

BeaumontSubMale

bigdawg28

blistermybottom

bluetuesday

BrianSub1

bttrflysub

cabbie

caned

CanPleaseU2

cdcrystalgurl2

chrisSmith

collegecareerman

crissytv100

CuteSubMale

cyclingsub

dafreak

Dartagnan44

disciplinedfocus

DitaAnne

docileventenne

Drxxxxxph

DT26

ebonyslv

engineersub

Epok

esclavenico

Frances

goodotk

goodslaveboy40

italiansubmale

Jennicdboston

jonnel

kiltedandkinky

kinkyATL

LINDERMAXWELL

maleslave4usenow

mariatvuk

maryannstpierre

mathias123

milles

Mistresss

mommyslilson

ndm13

NealForHer

new101

niece2Aunty

ocsurftoy

olderslave4home

overtheknee4you

pawne8

rda61483

reeducated

risub1968

Rolly67

seeksWHAPwife

Serfboi

ServingMlady

sexyluv100

SirAxis

sissylittleone

sissyslut69

spankedkass

slave2abuse

slave24seven

slavebboy

SlaveBoySteven

slavefromitaly

slavegary1198

SlaveNothing

slaverobby

SlinkyCD

slurp

sub8568

subbie1001

subbie6

subbseeksu

subman11

submissiveman4u2

submissivepearl

subnikki08

thebutler

tonishowponi

toserveandamuse

TwistedSlave41

USayIDo

VeryVeryNawty

victoriacd

vincent20

whiteslavecpl

Wyntersblase

Yankee560

YMCC

ymforow

Yours4service

Yvonnecd02

For all you guys typing one-handed:

I do not respond to chat requests.
I do not respond to be added to your friends when you have't even written.
I do not webcam.

I do IM. once I am interested at "level 1."
I do telephone once I am interested at "level 2.".
I do meet in a public place once I am interested at "level 3."
I do have weekend tryouts once I am interested at "level 4."

If you can't figure out "level 5," then I am not interested!

I thought I would share some of my life story as it relates to D/s:

I was raised in a matriarchal spanking household – to none of your surprise, I’m sure. This was in Pittsburgh in the 50’s and 60’s. My parents actually had a seemingly traditional relationship. He worked and she stayed home and raised the kids: Me and two younger brothers, spaced out by two years each. Mother cooked and did most housework; Dad (and later the boys) did all the yard work.

There was (seemingly) little that was nontraditional. But we did have a rule that “the one who cooks doesn’t clean up,” which meant my Dad almost always did the dishes (until the kids were old enough to help). Dad also cleaned the bathrooms. He did this on Saturday morning, when all of us from a very young age had “Saturday duties.” The most public nontraditional thing was that my Dad did the laundry (also on Saturdays), including hanging it out on the line, where (I later realized) all the neighbors could see the man doing "woman’s work".

My parents were fairly strict and believed in corporal punishment; each of the three kids had a paddle with our nickname on it hanging in full view in the kitchen. My name is Margaret but I went by Maggie – and the nickname on my paddle was “Naggie” (as in nag). From a very young age I was known as the “Little Boss” of the neighborhood, organizing games and telling just about anyone what to do – including adults. Most of my paddlings were for “being bossy.”

My mother did all of the spanking. This did not seem odd to us, since she was home with us all day (and in the afternoons after school once we got to that age). Mother never said “Just wait till your father gets home,” in fact, she seldom even told him about spankings during the day. She just took care of it, and the beauty of spankings was (and is) that the offense is paid for quickly – and then the issue is over, with no need for lengthy discussion or reporting to the spouse.

Mother almost always spanked in the kitchen, since that’s where she usually was. She would order us, “Go get your paddle,” and then she would pull out a chair from the kitchen table and sit on it. We would come by her left side (like me, she was lefthanded) and we would stand up straight, still holding the paddle, while she gave us a little lecture about what we had done. We then had to repeat our transgression so she was sure we understood it; this was difficult, since we were mostly worried about the pain to come, rather than listening.

She then would say, “Hand me Naggie. Now pull down your pants and get over.” She did not say “get over my knee” or “bend over.” It was always “get over.” I will never forget that.

She always paddled bare. She said that was “necessary for the full effect.”  If I had shorts or long pants on, I pulled them and my underpants down together. If I had a skirt on, I reached up under it and pulled down my panties – which mother always called “pants.” She didn’t seem to differentiate boy and girl underwear, or even underpants and “overpants.”

We then would “get over” and she would go to work. She did not count, she just kept on smacking our bare bottoms until she thought we had gotten the message. She asked questions as she spanked: “Will you ever spill the milk and not clean it up again?” “What are you going to do the next time you spill the milk?” She expected appropriate answers, too, so you had to actually pay attention, which was no easy task. She also liked to ask, “Have you learned your lesson?” Of course we always said “yes,” to which she often replied, “Not yet, you haven’t!” I had something of a sassy mouth, and once said, “Well, then, why did you ask?” She absolutely blistered my butt; I never again sassed her while across her knee – which was a pretty stupid thing to do!

Mother did not care who was in the kitchen when she decided one of us needed a spanking. The three kids regularly saw each other’s bare bottoms turning bright red, and we were spanked in front of relatives, her friends, our friends, and I even once got it in front of the Fuller Brush man (for those of you who know who that was).  He probably couldn’t wait to get out to his truck and get his hand in his pants.

The paddles hung in a row on hooks by the kitchen door. Three with our nicknames on them, as I said – plus a fourth one, larger than the others, with no writing on it. As little kids we would ask, “Whose paddle is that?” and she would say mysteriously, “That’s Mommy’s little helper.” It wasn’t till I was about 11 that I figured out that it was for Dad – that she spanked HIM too! I had sort of guessed at the possibility, but one night I actually heard him getting it. We never ever saw Dad getting spanked, and it apparently always happened well after we were sent to bed. But as I got older and stayed up later in my room and went down the hall to the bathroom, which wasn’t that far from their bedroom, I could hear the swats and his grunts and her firm lecturing voice. When I told my younger brothers about it, they did not believe me at first, but as they got older they realized it was true.

Speaking of brothers, they got it much more than I did – which is common in spanking families. They were more blatant in their mischief, that’s for sure; I was devious and seldom got caught. But it wasn’t just that. Mother liked to say, “Girls obey words, boys obey whacks.” She would tend to talk to me, and explain the issue, and get me to explain it back, whereas with the boys it was straight over her knee.

Once I turned 12, and started babysitting them, I began spanking them myself. They were 10 and 8 and did not think they needed to listen to their big sister. It was the 8-year-old I spanked first; he did something (I don’t recall what), and I said “Go get your paddle” –

and he did! I paddled him in the same chair my mom used. The 10-year-old heard it and came rushing in just as I was finishing and said, “You don’t have to let her do that!” The 8-year-old had just got off my lap and was crying, rubbing his eyes with his pants down around his ankles. “She made me,” he said. And then he said something I hadn’t even thought of: “I knew if I didn’t get over that she would tell Mom. And Mom hits harder!”

With that, a look of acknowledgement came over the 10-year-old’s face – and a bright light went on for me. “Now YOU go get YOUR paddle!” I said to the 10-year-old. And I whacked him good, which the 8-year-old quite enjoyed.

That began a six-year-run of little brother spanking, which mother approved of, saying that when she was gone, I was “in charge.” That only ended when I went off to college – and they were 16 and 14 and would get little hard-ons when I made them pull down their pants. Which I have to admit I truly enjoyed – and is probably a big part of the reason I want a nephew now!

About half the messages I get are one line long with no picture. I can't delete them fast enough.

Boys who are so disobedient that they cannot read an entire profile and follow the instructions are of absolutely no interest to me.

They are just wankers.

I want a boy who can go a month without wanking. These guys can't read for five minutes without their cock spurting all over the keyboard!

I hope the keyboard jams up and they have to take it to be fixed and the technician says, "Why is it all sticky?" LOL

Aunty Ma'am

If you have kids under the age of 18, they should be your FIRST priority! I will not consider a nephew who wants to move farther from his kids to be with me.

There is no greater turnoff than a parent who turns away from parental responsibilities.

You can be a great sub and still be a great parent! Those who do not believe this are idiots.

Aunty Ma'am

For those who may think otherwise, I am extremely sexual. When the boy is nude and I am clothed, it makes me wet. When the boy is cleaning house in his French maid's outfit while I sit in my easy chair and watch, it makes me wet. When I slap his hard cock, it makes me wet. When out in public he walks one step behind me and to the left, in the "heel" position, it makes me wet. When I am thrashing his bare bottom, it makes me wet. When he says, "Thank you, Ma'am, may I please have another?" it makes me wet. When he begs and pleads and cries real tears, it makes me extremely wet.

Just because I seldom allow oral, and seldom use a cock for anything other than a CBT toy does NOT mean I am not sexual.

The turn-on for me is power and control. When I take power, it excites me, When a boy willingly gives me the gift of total control over him, it makes me the wettest of all. Like when I send him for the cane, and he brings it to me, and kneels down before me with his eyes downcast, and holds the cane out in both hands, and whispers, "Please correct me, Aunty," knowing that he will be crying and begging and pleading and will have welts that last for days. Such a gift!

Aunty Ma'am

Just so you know -- I read EVERY SINGLE EMAIL ... before I delete most of them. The main reasons for deletion are:

1. No picture.
2. Wrong age.
3. Did not follow directions.

It's amazing how many naughty boys cannot follow directions!

Oh, and several girls have written me without even TRYING to follow the directions in my profile. Do you think you are exempt because of your gender? No way, girlie....