Niece's Weekly Punishment Sessions

After a few minutes, he stopped, turned Melissa the other way and put her other leg up high on the desk. He now had fresh, pale skin to work on. He immediately began to strike her untouched flesh with the fly swatter, the splats ringing out in the room. She had begged him not to do the other leg, laughing as he rejected her pleas. 

“What are you doing, don’t touch me there, please,” she begged. She felt his large hand grip her panty covered sex, his finger slipped between her pussy lips.

“I just want to make sure I don’t accidentally hit your pussy with the fly swatter. You’re not ready for that yet. You want me to protect you, don’t you Melissa. I’m only watching out for your best interests. You want my hand on your pussy don’t you?”

Melissa squirmed as she felt the pulsating hand on her pussy. 
This was the first time any boy or man had ever touched her there. She could feel the heat from it, it moving slowly, wedging itself between her pussy lips. She could not move away from it, only able to jerk her hips back a little, but having to return or losing her balance. It looked like she was trying to rub up and down against it. She tried to hold still, pushing against the hand, forcing it further between her pussy lips as she did.

He could feel the heat and wetness on his fingers as he gripped her sex. He continued on with the slapping of the fly swatter, letting his finger move slowly, rubbing around her pussy as he continued to abuse her thigh.

“Oh, god, that hurts, please, aren’t you finished yet, it burns so bad,” she cried, tears running down her cheeks as she stood there, spread and open and submit to his spanking and fondling of her flesh.

Bill stopped, moving his hard cock against her leg, both of his hands reaching down between her legs, one in front, the other grabbing at her spread ass cheeks, gripping them tightly, making her feel his hard cock on her flesh.

“No, please, no, don’t touch me like that,” she cried out, but was unable and unwilling to stop him. She felt his hands touch her, not accidentally but gripping her from the front and rear in his large hands, clenching and unclenching on her almost naked sex. She stood there, subjecting herself to his fondling, feeling his fingers running over her almost naked flesh. 

Finally he released her, stepping back to admire her body. Her face was flushed, her thighs and stomach a dark red, the black panties and bra in sharp contrast, standing still in her shoes and socks, now seemingly out of place. He walked over to the couch and sat down. 

Melissa picked up her sweater and skirt, and began to pull the sweater over her head.

“Not yet, Melissa. I want you still in your underwear. Come over here and sit next to me.”

“Please, let me get dressed first, please,” begging, feeling more naked and vulnerable then ever before.

“No, over here now,” patting the couch besides him.

She sat down next to him, her legs clenched tightly together. 

“Closer,” putting his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. He felt her scoot closer, unable to prevent him from having his way. He moved his head closer to hers, his face only inches from her cheek. “You’ve been a good girl, Melissa. You’re almost done now. Just obey a little more and you can go.”

Melissa felt revulsion as he cuddled her as if she was his girlfriend. His face was only inches from hers. “What, what do you want now?” She felt him grab one of her hands and place it in his lap. She felt something hard, his penis and pulled her hand back quickly. “No, not that.”

“Now, now, Melissa, obey, you don’t want me to slap your thighs again. I have a riding crop I could use on them.” He pulled her hand back, feeling her resistance, then her muscles relaxed and he dragged his hand over to his crotch again. His cock twitched as he felt her hand touch his pants. “Do you know what that is?”

She felt him rubbing her hand on his pants, feeling the rock hard member beneath it. “It’s, it’s your penis,” she stammered, ashamed at what he was forcing her to do.

Bill laughed, “no Melissa, it’s my cock or prick, a penis is something soft and limp. A cock or prick is hard. You may call it my prick. Can you say that?”

His hand continued to manipulate hers, feeling the penis beneath her fingers twitching. He was making her say and do things again. “Your prick,” she said, her face turning red in embarrassment. Here she was, still half naked on the couch, rubbing his prick and saying the word to him. God, would it ever end.

“I want you to rub my prick, I want you to rub it up and down like this,” forcing her hand to stroke his hard prick. “Yes, that is good, Melissa, do you know what you are doing, you are going to masturbate me, rub my prick until I cum. I know you can make me cum, your hands are so soft and gentle.” He moved closer to her face again, whispering in her ear, “I’m going to release your hand, I want you to do it yourself, OK?” He let go of her hand and waited. Her hand stopped rubbing, then began to rub again. “Good girl, such a good girl.”

Melissa could not believe what she was doing, sitting half naked on the couch while rubbing her Uncle’s prick, rubbing it until she would make him cum. God, what was her mother making her become.