Niece's Weekly Punishment Sessions

He stood up and his hands grabbed her around the waist, pushing her back towards the big desk in the corner of the room. It was usually cluttered, but this time the top was cleared off. 

Melissa jumped when his hands first grabbed her waist. This was the first time that he had touched her. She felt a sudden thrill and also the fear of the unknown. She felt her ass hit the edge of the desk as she was pushed backwards. She saw him put the leather fly swatter on the empty desk beside her.

“I will need that soon. Raise your arms up, Melissa, above your head. Hurry, now don’t make me repeat everything twice. I expect your complete obedience.” He watched as she first hesitated then her arms rose up, higher and higher until they were up over her head. He saw the cashmere sweater rise up her stomach, a patch of naked flesh appearing. She looked down and watched as his hands grabbed the bottom of the sweater and slowly drew it up, revealing more of her naked stomach to his gaze. She wondered how far he would pull it up, afraid that he would uncover her breasts, leaving her half naked, a bra the only clothes from the waist up.

He stopped when he reached the bottom of her bra. He wanted to give her a false sense of security. His hand began to run over her flat, tight stomach, his cock straining in his pants, threatening to pop the zipper open if it got any harder. Melissa would have to do something about his erection before she left. He slowly let his hand rub her naked flesh, feeling her stomach muscles tighten as he did. He let his hand lightly tap on the flesh, his cock twitching when he heard the smack, smack of flesh on flesh.

That’s not so bad, she thought as his hand lightly tapped her stomach. Except for the uneasiness from having a strange hand touching her so intimately and Uncle Bill being so old, it was not as bad as she thought it would be. His hand lightly slapped her flesh.

“I think I need you in a better position, Melissa. I can’t use two hands when I have to hold your sweater up. Ask me to pull it over your head, Melissa, ask me to remove your sweater. You’re still be wearing a bra, so your tits will be covered.” He watched her face, the look as she realized that he would be undressing her.

The realization came over her. He would be undressing her, which is why he made so much talk over her body. He wanted to see her. He wanted to see her naked. He had every intention of forcing her to undress in front of him. She knew she had lost, she would have to do as he said. A tear began to fall from her eye as she spoke, “please, pull off my sweater,” a look of resignation etched in her face.

Bill smiled as he slowly let the sweater slip up her body, her black silk bra revealed for the first time to his eyes. They were not very big, her tits, but they would be his to do as he please. And he had some many ideas, some of them very painful. He pulled it up her arms until it pulled from her body and threw it over onto the leather couch. He marveled at her body, his body to do as he pleased. “Good girl, now we need to get you into a better position. A position that would make your stomach very prominent. Sit on the edge of the desk, from the side, I want you to be able to stretch out.” He grabbed a large pillow from the couch. First put this beneath you back as you lie back,” taking the large pillow and positioning it in the center of the desk.

With resignation, Melissa sat on the edge of the desk, pulling her skirt down as far as she could, the material insufficient to cover much, most of her naked legs showing. She felt Uncle Bills hand push down on her naked stomach, pressing her back onto the desk until her lower back hit the plush pillow. She could feel the strain in her shoulders and back as her head and shoulders bent further back, arching her stomach up into the air. She could feel the cool air on her legs, knowing that the short skirt was not hiding much.

“Good girl,” moving to the desk behind her, “now pull your hands over your head again, yes, like that. Stretch out,” watching as her tight body strained, her stomach pushed out, her tits arched up to the ceiling. He grabbed both of her small hands, would she be able to get them around his cock, they were so tiny. “Grab these handles in the desk,” pushing each hand into the corner posts, black iron circles rising up from the desk. She had never noticed them before, though they must have been there. “Both of them, grab them tightly and whatever you do, don’t let go. Do you understand, Melissa, under any circumstances are you to let them go.”

She stretched her arms back and grabbed the hard, unyielding metal rings, her small hands clamped tightly around them. Her back already began to ache, the pillow forcing it to bow. She shut her eyes, not wanting to see Uncle Bills face, afraid of what she would see in his eyes. She heard him moving around, and then felt his hands on her naked knees at the foot of the desk.

“So lovely, your naked legs, Melissa. Your short skirt has ridden up a considerable distance, showing me a lot of naked flesh. As soon as I finish with your stomach, I will be working on your inner thighs. I am going to enjoy that,” his hands running up from her knees, running over the naked flesh on the tops of her legs until it reached the hem of her dress, only inches from her panties.

Melissa squirmed on the desk as she felt his hands taking liberties with your young body. Her eyes tightened as she imagined him leering at her exposed body, his clammy hands running up and down her naked legs, his eyes trying to look up under her short skirt.

“I need to get closer, open up your legs so I may stand between them,” his hands pushing out on her knees, bending her legs outward, watching as his continued pressure finally forced her to relent, the gap between them widening. He caught a quick glimpse of black silk panties.

Her hands gripped the handles until they were white as she allowed his hands to open her legs, her body trembling as she imagined how exposed her sex was to his gaze. She felt his hands continued to explore her naked legs and now she felt her legs graze his hips as he stood between them.