Author's note: the following story contains scenes of incest between an eighteen-year-old girl and her uncle. Enjoy!
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Anna really didn't want to go to church that morning.
She resisted being dragged from her warm bed by her nagging mother for a good forty-five minutes, until finally, the middle-aged woman threatened to call Anna's father and inform him of his daughter's stubbornness. Anna's father was away on a business trip, you see, but the thought of him returning home with a reason to discipline was enough to get Anna grumbling out of bed.
For someone who didn't want to go to church, Anna was certainly the picture of a church-going girl: porcelain skin, blonde curls, bright blue eyes, rosy cheeks, all wrapped up in a modest, yellow dress that fell past her knees and showed just a peek more of her ample cleavage than was probably appropriate for church service. As Anna bounded down the stairs with a mischievous smile on her face, Anna's mother eyed her daughter's outfit choice with disapproval but refrained from commenting. They were running late, and there wasn't time to for anything to be done about it.
A thirty-minute car ride later, and they'd arrived at the shining, white steeple that bred boredom and drowsiness to all who walked through its doors. Anna and her mother waded the stuffy, elderly crowd until they joined the rest of their extended family in a pew towards the back of the worship hall.
Anna took her seat in the pew with a heaving sigh and a grumpy scowl, earning herself multiple eyerolls from the rest of the family. They were all well familiar with the antics of the bratty eighteen-year-old girl.
Service began, and Anna made no attempt to stifle a yawn; a move her mother found an incredibly rude thing to do in the House of God. Anna was being kind of a brat, really -- squirming in her seat, tapping her fingers against her bible, humming loudly enough to rival the sound of the organ. She then began to fidget with various things in her purse, oblivious to the loud rummaging sounds she was producing as a result. Anna was beginning to draw attention to herself, and by association, her entire family.
Anna's mother shushed her repeatedly, but it was no use. Without her father's authoritative presence to back her up, Anna's mother had no real sway over the stubborn teenager. Anna would never pull this kind of thing if her father were around.
Anna's Uncle Marcus was also present in the pew. He was a gruff, mid-fifties man dressed in dark slacks and a button-down shirt, not a gray hair out of place. He was the older brother to Anna's father, and possibly even more authoritative, thanks to their strict upbringing courtesy of Anna's grandparents.
Uncle Marcus held his tongue throughout the first half of service but eventually reached his limit with Anna's disruptions. If her mother wasn't going to do anything about the little brat, then he would have to do it himself.
Uncle Marucs abruptly stood and motioned for Anna to join him in the hall. Anna's cousins looked on with barely concealed glee. Anna obliged, thinking that maybe Uncle Marcus was ditching church early and inviting her to join him; perhaps the two of them would head over to the restaurant early and get a table for brunch. Anna followed eagerly, not realizing she had grossly misread the situation.
As soon as they were out in the empty hall, Uncle Marcus gripped Anna firmly by the arm and veered her in the opposite direction of the exit.
"Ow! What are you doing?" Anna attempted to wriggle free of her uncle's powerful grip, but it was no use.
Uncle Marcus' face glowed red, the veins in his neck threatening to burst free of his taut skin. "The whole congregation could hear you fooling around in your seat, you stupid girl. You're embarrassing your mother."
Anna's lip jutted out, a preface to the tantrum she was prepared to throw. But somehow, she didn't think her usual antics would work on this man. "So?!"
Uncle Marcus's grip tightened on the girl as he dragged her along. "Do you think your father would allow you to get away with this kind of behavior? I certainly don't. And since he isn't around to teach you a lesson, I guess I'll have to be the one to do it."
Uncle Marcus' children were all grown adults now, each of them married in a different city with a life of their own. None of them were on great terms with their father, likely a direct result of his rather harsh parenting style, Anna presumed. But Marcus had no regrets -- he'd always let the hand of God guide him. And sometimes, children needed to be punished.
In the church, there's a small storage room that's known as the "cry room" -- a place where parents can take their crying babies should they need to excuse themselves during service. There's a small couch, a quilted rug, and a wicker basket filled with toys and picture books to keep small ones occupied. The lack of windows made the space seem small and cramped despite the baby blue walls intended to give the impression of brightness. It was to this very room that Uncle Marcus brought Anna. He closed the door behind them and finally released her arm.
Another important detail about this room: it's soundproof.
"I've had it with your attitude, young lady. You've been acting like a child." Uncle Marcus sat calmly on the couch and inhaled a deep breath like he was preparing himself for battle. "Bend over my lap."
"Um, definitely not." Anna turned towards the door, intent on waiting out the rest of service in her mother's minivan.
Uncle Marcus's words chased Anna across the small room. "Do it now, and I won't have to inform your father of your inexcusable behavior."
Anna's hand paused on the doorknob. She'd been disciplined by her father on countless occasions and was very familiar with the belt he liked to use to administer punishment. She was also familiar with being sent to her room without supper. At least here, Uncle Marcus would only be using his hands, and afterwards she would still get to go to brunch with the rest of the family. Given the two options presented to her, Anna thought perhaps Uncle Marcus' punishment might be the lesser of two evils.
"Bend over my lap," Uncle Marcus repeated, quieter this time. He didn't need to threaten her any further; she understood she had no choice but to stay.
Anna approached her uncle with a blush on her cheeks and a lump in her throat. She really didn't want to do this. What if someone walked in and saw? There wasn't a lock on the door.
But she climbed upon the couch nonetheless and awkwardly positioned herself over her uncle's lap. Uncle Marcus pressed a warm hand into his niece's back, holding her in place while she settled in. It was unfortunate that Anna had chosen to wear a dress that morning, a choice that allowed for easy access to her bubble-shaped backside, with nothing protecting her save for a pair of lacy white panties. Uncle Marcus mercifully left his niece's dress in place -- for now.
"I'm going to spank you now, Anna," Uncle Marcus announced, his voice somber. "You understand that you deserve this?"
Uncle Marcus waited while Anna contemplated not answering at all. But ultimately, she decided she might as well get this over with. "Yes, it's what I deserve."
"Good."
The first slap landed quick over Anna's backside, and though it wasn't painful, the sudden contact made Anna jolt on her uncle's lap. Uncle Marcus paused to allow Anna time to adjust, but by no means was it over. The next few slaps were much the same, light and deliberate, landing square over Anna's rear atop the too-thin fabric. She felt herself grow warm from embarrassment, praying it would all be over soon.
"How much longer?" asked Anna irritably.
"Until I sense a change in your attitude," answered Uncle Marcus gruffly. "And don't ask again," he added. The next slap landed harder, eliciting a gasp from Anna's lips.
"Ouch! That hurt!" she complained.
"It's supposed to hurt," said Uncle Marcus. "How else will you learn your lesson? In fact, I don't think it's hurting enough." Uncle Marcus yanked up Anna's dress, exposing her bare bottom and the lacy white panties she'd decided to wear that morning, a decision, in hindsight, was a poor one. The cool breeze of the air-conditioned room hit the backs of Anna's thighs, and she shivered.
Uncle Marcus rubbed circles over Anna's panties, his fingers just barely grazing her skin where the fabric curved in just a little too much. He gently squeezed Anna's left cheek, testing the landscape.
Anna swallowed nervously, bracing for the painful spanking that was surely to come. She glanced towards the door, wondering if someone would walk in and catch them in such a compromising position. She wasn't sure if she wanted that to happen or not.
