Niece's Weekly Punishment Sessions

Bill stood between her white thighs, his hips keeping her spread open for him. Her skirt had ridden up so high, he could catch a glimpse of the black panties tucked up beneath. His cock twitched in anticipation. He grabbed the leather fly swatter. “Now don’t let go,” watching as her mouth clenched tightly. He let the fly swatter hit her taut stomach, a rush of air shooting from her mouth, her eyes opening wide in surprise as she felt the sudden rush of pain emanating from her stomach. 

“God,” she yelled out, her hands fighting to let loose from their self imposed bondage. She sucked in another breath before the fly swatter came crashing down again, a sharp pain rushing to her brain. 

Bill let his hand rub her stomach slowly, then the fly swatter would return again to inflict its pain, alternating between soft, caressing rubs to painful splats to her reddening skin. He stopped with the fly swatter, but commenced with the slapping with the flat plane of his hand, feeling the heat the slaps were generating. Melissa was squirming on the table, her thighs rubbing sensuously against his hips, not in pleasure, but to escape the pain he was inflicting.

“MMMm, Ooooh,” groaning and moaning in pain as the painful slapping continued. Finally there was silence. She waited and waited until she finally opened her eyes, Uncle Bills face staring intently at her. She felt his hands still on her stomach.

“So hot, your skin. You were a good girl, Melissa. Keep up the good work. Hold still for a minute, then you can get up and we can continue.” His hands moved up her stomach, her eyes on them as they moved up to her bra. They quickly moved over the top of them, grasping her tits in the palm of his hand. “Hold still,” he commanded her, his hands grasping and grasping on her youthful breasts.

“Why are you doing that, please, please, stop,” she begged, but her hands continued to grab the posts tightly while Uncle Bill mauled her unprotected breasts.

He released his grip on her tits, and helped to pull her up. “You will have to get used to having boys grabbing your tits. I’m just helping you out. Now stand up, quickly now. We still have more to go, this time it will be your thighs.” He made her stand up, her skirt falling back down to cover her thighs. He pushed a button near the desk and a bar came down from the ceiling, it was like a trapeze bar except this had thick leather cuffs on each end, the bar over five feet long. “If you hold the bar tightly and do not let go of it, I will not use the cuffs on you. Can you do that, Melissa?”

Her body shuddered in fear, it kept getting worse. Her arms reached up and her small hands gripped the bars, holding it tightly. “Don’t tie me up, I don’t want you to do that, I wouldn’t let go.” She felt the bar start moving up, drawing her body up. 

“Hold tightly, while I inspect your thighs. I’m going to slip my hands under your skirt. Has any of the boys ever done that to you, Melissa, try to feel up under your skirt?” 

“No, do you have to do that, please, nobody has ever touched my like you are doing,” but she saw him move a chair before her, sitting on it, his eyes staring at her body. She felt the hands slipping under her skirt, moving up her hips, over her naked flesh. They moved up higher, moving behind her, almost grasping her panty covered ass cheeks.

She started sobbing when she heard his next words.

“Your skirt is in the way this time, turn around so I can take it off. You want me to take off your skirt, don’t you? Ask me to strip you down to your bra and panties,” he taunted her.

Melissa’s mother sat in the bar, a fresh drink in front of her, the music blaring loudly, her friends talking to her, but she was ignoring them. She was thinking of Melissa. She’s all right. She can take care of herself, she is a big girl. And it is not so bad, I went through it. Bill will just probably spank her and let her go. She went back to her friends, drinking and talking.

Her crying became louder, her sobs choking back the words. “Strip me,” she loudly said, knowing that were the words that would make Uncle Bill happy. And with those words, she felt him turn her around, the bar circling, allowing her to continue to grasp it tightly as she was positioned to be stripped of her skirt. She felt his hands, they did not seem to care, moving over her plump ass cheeks, making no attempt to conceal their purpose. She felt the fumbling of his fingers on the button. The sound of the zipper pulling down sounded so loud. And then she felt the material slipping down her naked legs, falling to the floor beneath her. She could feel his breath on her ass as she continued to sob.

His fingers traced up the inside of her thighs, barely able to enter, her thighs clenched tightly together. He teased her, his finger tracing up and down the divide of her legs, almost touching her panties before running back down again. He watched her clenching her thighs together, stopping him from having his way with her.

“I need access to your thighs, relax your leg,” reaching down to her ankle. “Relax, it will not hurt,” grabbing her slender ankle in his hand and slowly raising it up towards the desk.

Melissa balanced precariously, her arms holding the bar preventing her from falling over as she was balanced on one leg, Uncle Bill bending her leg and placing her ankle on the top of the desk. Her legs were now at a right ankle, one pulled out straight onto the desktop. Her crotch felt so exposed and open.

“A little higher, I think,” grabbing the pillow still on the desk and pushing it under her ankle. “This will be more comfortable for your ankle.”

The pillow was softer, but her leg was now arched up higher, her thighs straining from the unnatural spread of her legs. She looked down and was humiliated at how she looked, her crotch was so open, her panties just barely covering her sex, a few stray strands of hair peeking out from beneath them. Her naked thigh was now completely exposed. She heard the sound of a motor, the bar again rising up higher, Melissa having to stand on her toes to continue to grip it tightly.

Bill liked how she looked, her sex so openly display. He imagined how she would look if her panties were gone, how her sex would be opened up. Soon, he thought, soon I will have her naked, maybe next week. “Good girl, Melissa, your mother would be proud of you. Such nice thighs, such smooth skin,” his hands beginning to run over the pink flesh exposed. He felt her body trembling, partially from holding such a taut position, partly in fear as his hands continued to rub her skin within inches of her panty covered sex. He moved closer to her, his hip banging into her panty covered pussy on purpose, pressed hard against it. He could feel her pussy lips beneath the scanty garment.

She had never felt anything like it. His body was rubbing against her sex. The thin, silk panties did little to cover her vagina. She felt one hand grip her leg at the knee.

“SSSLAAP,” the noise rang out in the room.

“OOOOW, god, that hurts,” she cried out as his hand slapped hard against her tender thighs.

He rubbed the spot he had hit, feeling the heat already, seeing the pink skin already turning redder. “SSSLLAAP, SSSSLLLAAAP,” again, this time twice in succession, feeling her body shudder in pain. His hands returned to caress the hot flesh. He continued to rain down slaps to her sensitive inner thighs, her body shuddering in pain as he did. But she maintained the position, held the bar tightly, making no attempt to stop the punishment. Her thigh was turning a dark red. He switched to the leather fly swatter, the intensity of the slapping increasing.