Saying Uncle
By Trixie Yale
Copyright 2012 Trixie Yale
Smashwords Edition
Kaitlin quietly entered the pitch-black house. It was far later than midnight, which was her curfew. Personally, she believed that as an 18 year old she should be able to go out and come back at any time, but her stuffy uncle Luke owned the house and was letting her stay rent free. Even Kaitlin, who was not much of a smart cookie by any measure, realized she should at least try to follow the rules he set down.
So, at least, she attempted to not make a sound. Unfortunately for Kaitlin, the house was an old one, so the floors creaked at every step and the door didn't totally close on the first try. Kaitlin had to turn and push it closed. While she was doing that, she wasn't paying attention to the shape behind her until it was too late.
Uncle Luke, having been awakened by Kaitlin's entrance, grabbed her wrist and spun her around.
Kaitlin looked up at her uncle's face, and found nothing but cool anger in his bright green eyes. She grinned sheepishly, trying to diffuse the situation before it got any worse. “Uncle Luke...” The young woman didn't get to finish.
“Goddamnit, girl.” He snarled, pulling her further into the house and practically slamming her down onto the big leather couch in the living room. “I house you, I feed you, I give you money and all I ask....all I fucking ask is that you follow a few rules.” Luke began to pace, his muscles rippling just the tiniest bit under the sweatpants and t-shirt he slept in. “Yesterday it was leaving the fridge open- and empty might I add. Last week, you left your clothes strewn all over the washroom!” He stopped and looked at her. “What do you have to say for yourself, young lady?”
She swallowed, looking up at him from the couch. Kaitlin hadn't moved since he’d tossed her there, which was probably a wise decision. Her uncle wasn't violent, but he was a strong man. “Well, I...”
Luke turned, getting up close to her. “Why aren't the first words out of your mouth 'I'm sorry, uncle Luke' Kaitlin? I don't think you respect me at all!”
Kaitlin shook her head vigorously, though she had a brief fleeting thought that she didn't mind her uncle so close—it had been the first time since she moved in that he really had been so close—and he smelled really quite good. Like some of the guys she flirted with just that very night. “I do respect you, Uncle Luke. And, and I'm sorry. I haven't been as good as I could be. Will you forgive me?”
Uncle Luke didn't move, but instead stood pondering. His niece was an extremely attractive young woman, one that he had been lusting over since she’d moved in. He knew it was wrong, but he didn't much care. Luke was a red-blooded man with needs that hadn't been tended to since she arrived. She was also a handful and therefore an embarrassment to anyone he might bring home. Perhaps there was some way to both teach her about respect, and get a little pleasure himself. Luke looked at her, and then smiled slowly. “I could see it in my heart to forgive you...if...” He trailed off.
“If I what?” Kaitlin asked a bit innocently.
Luke smiled, looking a bit proud of himself for this next statement. “If you let me give you a spanking, so I know you've actually been punished for what you've done.”
Kaitlin blinked, not expecting that as an answer. “Well....I...I guess it'll be okay. I used to get spanked as a kid some.” She didn't want to tell him that sometimes, when she masturbated all alone, she imagined getting spanked by some mysterious other person-- usually a strong man. Kaitlin genuinely hoped that she wouldn't get aroused as her uncle spanked her, no matter how attractive he might have seemed to her.
Luke sat down on the couch next to Kaitlin, looking her up and down. He then patted his lap invitingly.
Reluctantly, Kaitlin climbed onto her uncle's lap and lay face down on it. She was fairly certain she could feel his cock for a moment, but when she wiggled so her ass was in a comfortable position, she couldn't feel it anymore. When she was settled, Luke clinically (or so she thought) pulled the skirt up exposing her white boy-cut panties.
In fact, Luke was anything but coolly observing his niece's ass. It was tight, and perky, and perfectly well balanced with the rest of her young body. He couldn't wait for the spanking to begin. He brought his hand up and then down rapidly, delivering the first slap right in the middle of one of those perfect ass cheeks. When Kaitlin didn't even yelp, he hit the second cheek harder and uttered a growling command with his deep voice. “Count. And say 'I'm sorry Uncle Luke' every time. Otherwise I'll hit harder”
The first spanking stung, but the second one hurt more, so Kaitlin figured that she should probably comply. She squirmed a little bit on Luke's lap. “That was two. I'm sorry Uncle Luke.”
Luke almost chuckled in delight, but managed to rein it in. He was supposed to be the angry disciplinarian. He raised his hand again, and spanked the first cheek, this one a little lower, near the juncture between ass and thigh. At her slight squeal before the apology, Luke felt himself getting very aroused, his dick hardening as he slapped her again.
Kaitlin jumped a little, and almost forgot to speak. “Er, um...four. I'm sorry Uncle Luke.” The young woman squirmed again, trying to determine if that was his cock pressing up against her. She was pretty sure it was and was caught somewhere between revulsion and resignation. Revulsion, because he was her uncle and he shouldn't be getting aroused by this, and resignation, because even if he was getting aroused, the sooner they could be done, the sooner they could move on with their lives. With another spank though, this one closer to the middle of her ass than the other two, (“Five. I'm sorry Uncle Luke”) Kaitlin began to notice something about her own arousal as well. Apparently the combination of being forced into this, being ever so slightly held down, and the spankings themselves, was tripping a trigger in her own body, and Kaitlin could feel own panties getting very very wet.