Uncle John and Aunt Beth - Part 1
Although I was almost in my twenties my parents still sent me for a holiday to my father`s brother and his wife and children in the lake district.
I think Uncle John and Aunt Beth were stricter than my parents when it came to discipline. I remember when they visited us last year for a long weekend their two children Arthur and Alex always seemed to be in trouble. My father commented on it when they had gone.
"I think John was a little, maybe a lot, too harsh with Art and Alex, strapped for dropping a fork at dinner."
"Well, she did drop it twice dear, perhaps she felt she needed to show off her young body to us, I saw our Billy's zipper on his jeans nearly burst when he was watching."
"I never realised she had dropped it twice, obviously attention seeking, so fair enough, what do you think Amy?"
"On it being harsh or seeing her naked Sir?"
"Both I would say."
"I think I agree with mum, attention seeking, maybe I did it a little when I was eighteen and we had visitors. Seeing her naked was nice Sir, she has the most gorgeous body. Did you hear Art taking advantage of her body when they were in bed Sir"
"Yes, I did as it happens, but that is no different to Billy taking you, or you wanking him every morning is it?"
I must have gone as red as Alex`s bottom went.
"No, I guess not Sir, I suppose it`s what we do."
"Did he interfere with you at all during the night Amy?"
"Not during the night, no Sir."
"If not the night, then when?"
"He just came into my room when I was getting changed, slapped my bottom a few times and slapped my breasts Sir."
"And what did you do?"
"Folded my arms behind my back Sir, as you taught me."
"Good girl."
In case you are wondering why my Father said, 'good girl', well, we live in a faith led community in which some of the stories and parables are read in a different way to the mainstream faith. For example, spare the rod and ruin the child, is taken pretty literally. The wrongdoing of Eve on Adam is a case to make all girls born for service. Jobs around the home and running errands, until they become of age!
Me and our Billy were taken up to Uncle John's and we all spent the day together until our parents left. I could see my uncle could not wait to find fault with me, I was not wrong.
"Whose bag is this, left as a trip hazard in the hallway?"
"It`s mine Uncle John, sorry, no one told me where I should leave it?"
"Ah I see, so it is someone else who has deserved a spanking for not telling you?"
Art was in the room with a few of his mates and Billy, makes you wonder if this was premeditated!
I felt a little tingle below, me naked in front of so many cocks, I mean young men.
"No Sir, it is my fault and mine alone, should I get naked for a spanking Sir?"
I cum again.
"If you feel that is the correct punishment, then, yes."
"Will you spank my bottom in here Sir or in mine and Alex`s bedroom?"
"Do you boys mind me spanking a naked young lady in here?"
I looked and everyone was adjusting their cock positions.
"Only if it`s easier in here for you Sir."
And it was easier, so off came my dress and I folded it neatly over a chair, then my knickers which I accidentally dropped on the floor and had to bend, legs slightly apart, to pick them up, and finally my bra holding back my fine pair of 32 A titties. I turned to my uncle as he too had his hand down his pants making adjustments.
"My Amy, what a fine young lady you have almost grown into, he pinged my taught nipples, shame about your pink, fluffy, small breasts."
I pretended to weep as the boys laughed as I was turned to face them. I was then turned back to face him as he rubbed my mound.
"Such a shame they never grew as fast as your cover."
Again, I was spun back to the boys, and he rubbed and patted my hairy mound to emphasise his point.
Over his knee I then went.
"Look at the even spacing on her sit spot from her dad`s cane, pay attention all, that is what you do if you send a daughter or wife away for a few days, it`s your mark. I will not spank over them Amy; they look a little sore."
"Yes, they are Sir, I got two extra."
"Why?"
"I was bent over and moved off the spot."
"Did you hear that boys?"
"No Sir."
SLAPP, "Speak louder Amy."
I raised my voice.
"My father gave me two extra stripes for moving off the spot on his last cane stroke, Sir."
"Quite right."
