Niece's Weekly Punishment Sessions

Title: Niece's Weekly Punishment Sessions
Part: Chapter 1
Summary: In keeping with tradition, Melissa must submit to weekly punishment sessions with her Uncle, just like her mother had done when she was young.
Keywords: M/f, nc, reluc, mdom, humil, inc, span

Niece’s Weekly Punishment Sessions

The first time she did not know. Now she did as she laid out the instruments her Uncle would use on her. It had become a weekly ritual, every Friday after dinner. It had started shortly after her mother and she had moved in with Uncle Bill. Violets father had died unexpectedly and with no life insurance and with no job skills, there was not much hope for her mother being able to support them. Her brother, a very successful businessman had offered to let them live with him, with her mother taking care of the house and meals as payment. While he was successful in business, he was not with women. He wasn’t ugly, but he just wasn’t attractive. He was the type of person that you saw but did not notice. 

Her mother noticed the leering glances and knew what was going to happen. She knew because the same thing had happened to her when she was young. Her Uncle had punished her weekly for over a year until she moved out. She knew it was Melissa’s turn and she could not do anything about it. It was her brother’s turn now to carry on the family tradition.

Melissa was extremely bright, but did not like confrontation, avoiding all conflicts by giving in quickly. It was a trait she learned from her mother. She had long blonde hair, blue eyes, big innocent blue eyes and a pale complexion. She wasn’t beautiful, just average with a modest figure. Her breasts were smallish, but were capped by large brown nipples. Her ass was rounded and firm, with a nice pair of legs.

After a month at her Uncles house her mother sat her down to discuss their new life. “Melissa, since your father died, things have been bad. If it wasn’t for your Uncle Bill we would be out on the street. I know it isn’t like it was before, but we must make the best of the situation. Maybe in a year I will have enough experience to be able to get a better job and we can move, but until then we must do whatever Uncle Bill wants.”

“I always obey, I’m a good girl, Momma. It will be all right,” she said naively.

“I don’t think you understand, Melissa. You don’t know much about boys and men yet. They have some strange ways about them. Strange things that they like to do to girls. It happened when I was a girl, and I am afraid that it will happen to you with Uncle Bill.”

“I don’t know what you mean Momma, what type of strange things?” Melissa was perplexed.

“Uncle Bill is going to punish you every Friday after dinner. That is the tradition in this family. When I was growing up, my Uncle did the same to me. There is nothing we can do about it, it is just the way it is. Soon, we will be able to move and get away from all of this, but for now, you will just have to submit to it.”

Melissa’s eyes opened wide in shock, “punish me, why Momma, I’m a good girl, don’t let him do that, please Momma.”

“Hush, Melissa, it has nothing to do with you being good or bad, it is Uncle Bill. Men like to punish girls, men especially like Uncle Bill. It is the way they were brought up. There is nothing I can do about it so you are just going to have to bear up to it. Just remember, you are to do exactly what Uncle Bill wants. Everything he says! Do I make myself clear young lady?”

Her mother had never raised her voice to her before and she was now ordering her to obey her Uncle. It didn’t make sense, why would she want Uncle Bill to punish her. “But Momma…..”

“Enough Melissa! That is enough, just do as I say or you will find us out on the street. Now I don’t want to hear a thing about this again. Whatever happens between your Uncle Bill and yourself is to be kept between the both of you. I don’t want to ever hear about it. Do you understand, I don’t want to hear about it again?”

“Yes Momma,” her eyes lowering to the ground, knowing that it was now her problem. What was going to happen to her on Friday night?

The First Friday Night-Learning to Obey

“But Momma, why this clothing?” Melissa was stumped, her mother had given her a white cashmere sweater, plaid skirt and a pair of black shoes with white socks to wear as well as a pair of black silk bra and panties. The outer clothes were something a younger girl would wear and the bra and panties were definitely something for someone older.

“I’m not going to tell you again, I don’t want to hear anything about this. Those are what your Uncle Bill requested. Now hurry, you have to be downstairs in his library in ten minutes. I don’t think you want to be late. Don’t forget do everything he says and I don’t want to hear about anything that happens. I am going out for a while so you will be alone with your Uncle. Good luck Melissa and I love you,” running from the room, ashamed at her inability to stop what Bill was going to do to her little girl.

Melissa was stumped by her mother’s reluctance to discuss it and this made her frightened. Would it be so bad that Momma did not want to even fathom that it could be happening, choosing to ignore it and let Melissa suffer her fate by herself? She pulled off her clothes and slowly put on the silk bra and panties. They felt so cool and sexy on her naked skin. Why did Uncle Bill request them, she pondered? The skirt was next. It was wool, with a zipper up the back. When she put it on and pulled up the zipper it clung to her ass like a second skin, the bottom of the skirt not even going down halfway down to her knees. If she bent over her ass would show. She pulled on the cashmere sweater, loving the luxurious texture against her skin. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad with Uncle Bill. She looked in the mirror, surprised at her appearance. She knew that she would never be the cheerleader type but her reflection showed her a side she never saw before. She looked like a 18 year old girl. And while her build was nothing spectacular, her breasts looked so nice in the sweater and her ass and naked legs were really accented by the short and tight skirt. I better hurry and get to the study and get this over with, running from the room to get to the library before 7:00. She heard the front door slamming, knowing that her mother had left, leaving her to solve her own problem with Uncle Bill.

The library door was open and Uncle Bill was sitting on one of the black leather chairs, situated around a coffee table and the leather couch. The chairs were massive, with large padded arms with wooden corners. Melissa always hated them, they were always cold and clammy. In the corner of the room was Uncle Bill’s desk, a large ornate desk with wooden legs. Around the room were various other pieces of furniture including a couple of padded benches that seemed out of place. They looked like they needed a piano to accompany them.