Niece's Weekly Punishment Sessions

Bill looked up, hearing the clock chime seven, knowing that Melissa would not be late. He had heard her mother going out the door and knew that he had won, his sister’s submissiveness giving him complete control over her beautiful young daughter. He hoped that she showed some reluctance, liking a bit of challenge, liking to break the will and make her submit to what he had planned for her. He would begin slowly, having every Friday for his own. He would not hurry her, wanting to submit her to the humiliation as he slowly forced her to submit to him. And he would so love the punishment he would inflict on her.

“Come in Melissa, come in, let me see what you look like.” He watched as she walked in the room. His cock instantly sprang to attention, straining his pants, the bulge clearly visible. She looked even better then expected. She looked just like a 18 year old girl, all the way down to the pigtails he required her mother to put in her hair. His hand reached down to his crotch, grabbing his erect cock, making sure Melissa saw everything. He saw her blush, turning quickly to avoid his gesture. “You look very beautiful, do you feel that way, Melissa?”

She turned back to look at Uncle Bill, glad that his hand was not in his lap anymore, but her gaze did notice a large bulge in his pants. “I look like a little girl,” she said.

“Yes, you do, like a very sexy little girl. That is how I want you to act, can you do that?”

“I guess I could. Are you going to punish me Uncle Bill?”

“Do you want me to punish you, Melissa, has my little girl been bad?”

“I’ve been good, Momma says I have to do everything you say, so I will, but if I do, will you not punish me?”

“I’m glad you will learn your place Melissa, but I will punish you. Tonight and every Friday from now on.”

“How are you going to punish me, please don’t hurt me, please,” she begged.

He picked up a fly swatter, a leather fly swatter and slapped it sharply against his palm. “With this and my hand, I am going to punish your lovely pink skin with this. And each week we are going to progress on, with you submitting to more extreme punishment. I am going to enjoy our little weekly punishment sessions. And you are going to assist me in enjoying them.”

“Why, I’m a good girl?”

“No, Melissa, you are my bad little girl and you must be punished. Now come over to me so I may see you better. But first close the drapes, I want us to have some privacy.

Melissa became more frightened. Her mother was gone and now the drapes were closed, nobody would know what would be happening in the room. Here she was, dressed like a little schoolgirl, with her Uncle ready to punish her. 

"What are you going to do to me, Uncle Bill?" Melissa waited for an answer, afraid of what she might hear.

"It all depends on how cooperative you are, Melissa. If you show any reluctance to my demands, the punishment will get more severe. Are you going to be a good little girl and obey your Uncle Bill?"

"Yes, Uncle Bill. Momma told me to do whatever you say. She would be mad if I disobeyed her."

“Good, you will only receive a light slapping with my hand and the fly swatter. But I will find some nice tender spots to slap, your stomach and your thighs. I will pay particular attention to your tender thighs. I expect you to stay still and accept the punishment."

Melissa was scared, afraid of the pain that he would inflict on her, afraid that she would not be able to stand it.

"Now come here little girl, and let me see you. You must have to chase the boys away from that lovely body," his finger beckoning her towards him seated in the chair.

"I don't have any boyfriends, I'm not as pretty as the other girls. Do you think I am pretty, Uncle Bill?" Her eyes lit up, no one had ever complimented her on her looks, even her mother. She always said she was average and she better do well in school because she would probably not get a man that would support her.

"Of course, you are a very beautiful girl, Melissa. So you've never petted with a boy before, never let a boy touch your body?"

"Don't embarrass me, Uncle Bill, no I never have done anything like that, that’s yucky," she said with a scowl on her face.

“You would please a man very much with such a lovely body. Your tits are not very big but some men like small tits. Like me, I don’t like big titted woman. You just have to learn how to please a man.”

“Don’t embarrass me, Uncle Bill,” cringing when she heard him call her breasts tits.

“What, you don’t like the word tits?”

“No, that sounds terrible.”

“Tell me you have small tits, Melissa, say the words to me.”

“No, I don’t want to.”

“Are you already beginning to disobey me, is that what you are doing?” He raised his voice, emphasizing his displeasure with her. This would be the test of her obedience.

Melissa looked at him, seeing the look in his eyes. She had displeased him. “I have small tits,” she said with a murmur.

“I didn’t hear you, Melissa, what did you say?”

She cleared her throat, he was going to make her say it aloud. She could hear her own voice saying, “I have small tits.”

Bill smiled, he had won, she was his now, his to do anything he desires to do. And he desired much. But he would go slowly, making her cross the line of decency each time and do things that she would never consider doing. All to please him. Just like a little girl should do.

“I like your small tits, Melissa, I like they way they look in that nice cashmere sweater. And you have lovely legs, especially in that nice short skirt. And an adorable ass. Your skirt is just molded over your tight ass cheeks. I like that. I like your ass.”

Melissa was confused. Uncle Bill was going to punish her, but he kept complimenting her on her body. It made her feel strange and also uncomfortable. Why did he keep talking about her body? “Thank you Uncle Bill,” not sure what to say, but he looked like he was expecting some kind of response.