Niece's Weekly Punishment Sessions-Chapter 2

She could feel her butt being uncovered, squirming on his lap but unable or unwilling to stop his fondling of her young body. She had to endure whatever he did to her, for her mother and her sake. She began to cry, tears running down her cheeks as she felt the hands continuing to molest her body.

“EEEEEEGGGGG,” the hand coming raining down on her panty covered ass cheeks again, this time more painful, the silky panties little cushion for the powerful strokes of his hand. Four times, then the hand returning to fondle her body.

Uncle Bill could feel the heat in her ass cheeks from the spanking, his hands running over her cheeks. He could not wait much longer, wanting to see her naked ass, seeing how red he was making it. “So much better, Melissa, I can feel the heat in your ass.” His hand slapped down again, four rapid blows to her cheeks, her body bouncing up and down each time her struck her. His cock jerked when he heard her sobbing, her cries of pain making him harder.

Her butt cheeks went from burning sensation to be extremely painful. His hand continued to beat down on her flesh, then returning to caress her ass like a lover would do, her body tense, waiting for the next blows. “EEEEHHH,” four more blows, moving lower down onto the gentle up swell of her buttocks, part of his hand slapping her naked thighs. 

He could see her thighs turning red where he had hit them. “Relax, Melissa, I’m going to lower your panties. I want to spank your naked ass.”

She looked up, “No, NO,” her eyes pleading with him, her tear stained face begging him not to strip her butt naked.

“SSSSH, Melissa, it will be all right, stroking her face. Now back down so I can lower your panties and continue your spanking. You want to get it over, don’t you?”

She could only sob, her head falling back down, resigned to the fate of being stripped naked. She felt his fingers at her waistband, pulling out on the thin garment, pulling them slowly down her buttocks. He was teasing her, letting her feel the humiliation as he slowly uncovered her naked butt. “No, No,” feeling a hand slip inside her panties, now grabbing her naked flesh, rubbing and gripping her young butt.

He had never felt such nice flesh before. It had been a long time since he was with a young girl, not since he was the same age. He had almost forgot how good the taut, young flesh felt as he ran his hands over it, gripping the skin between his fingers, his cock jerking in anticipation. He pulled his hand out and let her panties slide down over her hillocks, her plump ass cheeks beckoning him. He could see her cheeks already turning red. His hand ran up and down her ass crease, watching her buttocks clench tight, teasing her with his fingers, trying to prevent him from entering between them. He would leave that for later.

His hand rose up and came slamming down on her naked ass, the sound of flesh meeting flesh ringing out in the library. He body bounced up and down, her head shaking back and forth, crying as she suffered the spanking. Her ass cheeks turned bright red, each cheek bearing the punishment she had received.

Her ass was a mass of pain, the spanking taking a terrible toll on her young body. His hand returned to caress her again, clenching her buttocks, her thighs pressed tightly together to keep his molesting fingers and hands off her most intimate charms.

He let her have her way, fighting his roving hand. He would make her submit later, when he was ready to cum. He spanked her again, her cries now louder then before, her ass cheeks now sensitive to anything touching the hot flesh. Four more times he beat her naked ass, finally stopping, her head hanging down, her breathing rapid. He let his fingers linger on her ass cheeks, teasing her ass crease, moving up and down, his finger reaching almost down to her pussy, her body jerking away in defense. “Very good, Melissa, you did well. You may get up now.”

He watched as she rose up, her panties still below her ass cheeks, the skirt falling down to cover them. She reached back, pulling them up, a small moan as the pain returned when the fabric hit her hot, sensitive flesh.

“Over to that chair, Melissa, we are almost done.”

“No, don’t spank me anymore. My butt hurts so bad, I don’t think I can even sit down.”

He pushed her over to a large, wooden chair, the back going up at least four feet. He placed a pillow on the seat and pushed her down into it. “Raise your arms up, Melissa, hurry up or it’s back over my lap for more spanking.”

She did not know what was in store for her, but anything was better then more spanking. Or so she thought. Her arms rose up, moving up the back of the chair. 

“Hold still,” Uncle Bill moving to the bottom of her tee shirt and slowly pulling it up her body.

Melissa’s hands rushed back down as she felt Uncle Bill begin to strip off her tee shirt. “No, not that, please not that.”

Uncle Bill slapped at her hands, “put your hands back up, now!”

Melissa complied, the tone in his voice very demanding. She felt the tee shirt moving up over her breasts, the cool air dancing on her nipples, plucking them into hardness. She felt it pulled over her head, now naked to the waist. She started to put her hands down.

“No, I didn’t tell you to do that, back up,” he ordered her, his voice showing his irritation with her disobedience.

She stretched them back up, her tits riding up high, her nipples pointed and hard. She did not notice the leather straps on the back, not until she felt one of them being secured around her wrist. “WWWHHaatt,” she cried out, but Uncle Bill was quick, securing her wrist tightly into the leather strap, her arm pulled up straight into the air, pinned against the back of the chair. She was resigned to her fate as she let him secure her other arm with a similar leather strap. “What are you doing, Uncle Bill? Please,” she begged.

He secured more leather straps to her arms, this time at her elbows, her arms now pinned securely. He had so wanted to touch her naked breasts as he stripped off her tee shirt, but he waited, waited until he had her secured. His hands reached down to her small breasts, his hand cupping them again like before, his fingers feeling the young, naked flesh beneath them. He crushed them with his hands, feeling the spongy flesh under his grip, his fingers playing over the hard nipples, pinching them.