"Thanks for doing this," Michael said, shaking his brother Rob's hand. They were in the living room of Rob's house. Michael's step-daughter Melissa stared sullenly out the window, not looking at her step-father or her step-uncle. Two large duffle bags were piled at her feet. Uncle Rob's house was her last stop, her last chance, before reform school.
"Melissa, I love you. Make an effort not to get into trouble. This is it for you." With those words, her dad kissed her cheek and left. Melissa still wouldn't look at him.
She was a pretty girl; 5'5" with peanut butter brown skin and black hair that fell to her waist in tiny braids. She was curvy with long legs often show cased in skinny jeans and large D cup breasts. She had turned 18 last week and next month would be entering her senior year of high school. She had celebrated her birthday the way she celebrated every Friday night, going out smoking and drinking with her friends and boyfriend. Unfortunately last week's party ended up with her in handcuffs and her mom was out of patience. Her step-father was a cop and had called in a favor, so she didn't have a record, yet. But now she would be spending her last school year with her strict, former army sergeant uncle. He had managed to send his two kids successfully through the army academy. Her parents were hoping he would straighten Melissa out.
"C'mon and bring your stuff upstairs." Rob growled. Melissa supposed he wasn't trying to be intimidating, but at 6'5" and a wall of mahogany muscle, he just was. Melissa grabbed her bags and followed him up the stairs and down the hall to the guestroom. The room was done in soft pastels. It had a queen sized canopy bed and a large window with plenty of light streaming through.
"You'll keep your room as neat as it is today, including making the bed every morning. You will help Marilyn with the cooking and cleaning, as she assigns. You'll be home every day by 4pm after your summer school classes. You will treat everyone in this house with respect. The rules are simple. I expect you to follow them. If you break them, you will be punished. Do you understand?"
Melissa's chest tightened with anger. So he expected her to become Aunt Melissa's slave? And 4pm! So she wasn't allowed to have friends. She folded her arms and looked her uncle straight in the eyes. "Fuck you," she spat.
Rob at 43 had done the 25 years in the army required for retirement and been discharged with honors. He'd been in desert hell holes training and depending on 18 year old recruits a lot tougher than the spoiled niece in front of him.
He didn't react to her insult. He just nodded and stepped out of the room towards the hall closet. He hadn't expected her to earn a punishment so soon, but it was just as well that she learned early. As he reached the hall closet he heard her door slam and a moment later the knob twisting. He smiled to himself because he had removed the locking mechanism earlier. He grabbed the item he had been searching out of the closet and headed back to her room.
Melissa hadn't had time to do much damage; only a lamp was knocked over. "You've already broken my rules," said Rob, "Come here and bend over."
"What! No you pervert." Melissa backed away, trapping herself against the bed. She then tried to dart around Rob who easily caught her and hauled her to the foot of the bed. There in one smooth he pulled out the handcuffs he had retrieved from the hall closet, and locked her to the bed railing.
Melissa frantically tugged at the cuffs, not noticing Rob had removed his belt. A stream of profanity and screams poured from her mouth. She did notice when he deftly unsnapped her jeans and pushed them to her ankles. She tried to kick out at him but couldn't without causing herself to fall. The cuffs on her wrists forced her to bed over, her ass high in the air. Her round cheeks were decorated with only the tiniest pink thong, which provided no protection from the first slap of Rob's leather belt.
Melissa lost her breath at the shock of the pain. At the next slap she tried to wiggle away, sliding her cuffs along the bed railing. But she met the poster at the corner and there was nowhere to go. Rob didn't even lose his rhythm. He steadily smacked one cheek, then the other, then both. Melissa's butt jiggled with every slap. As she tried to move out of the line of fire, her asshole would wink at him around her thong string. As she moved more, the lips of her pussy began escaping her panties. Was she completely waxed down there?
Melissa went to her knees, trying to escape the stinging leather. She was gasping and crying for him to stop. "Melissa," Rob spoke calmly, "You are getting twenty whacks. You have ten more to go. If you don't get up, if you make me pull you up, I'm going to start the count again."
Melissa looked at him a moment and realized he was serious. She staggered to her feet. This time she gripped the wooden bed rail with both hands and bit her bottom lip. Every smack brought her to her toes and made her give a little cry.
"...nineteen, twenty." Rob lowered his arm. He knelt near her tear streaked face. "I hope you've learned a lesson about how seriously I take my rules. Melissa nodded vigorously, thinking how she was calling her parents at her first chance.
