"I'm going to give you
girls a choice. You can have 30 swats with my bare hand, 15 swats
with my belt, or 10 swats with a hairbrush. Before you decide, be
it known that I do not intend to hold back."
"I'll take your hand,
"It's settled then."
"I want you both to
stand up right now, turn around and face your brothers. ... Good,
now unbutton your skirts and let them drop and then put your hands
on your heads."
I knew that I could
not disobey his command. I reached down and undid the button on
my skit and unzipped it. Pam had no choice but to follow my lead.
Reluctantly I removed my hands from the waistline of my skirt and
let it fall. I could feel as it brushed against my legs on the way
down. I felt the rush of cool air about the lower part of my body
as the skirt pooled around my ankles. I closed my eyes.
I felt so embarrassed.
It was bad enough to be standing in such a ridiculous pose, but
to be standing in my panties in front of our kid brothers was absolutely
humiliating. The worst part, however, was how I felt being disciplined
by Uncle Dan. I didn't know how to feel about that.
Part of me felt really
bad. I liked Uncle Dan (heck it was more than like) and I wanted
him to think highly of me. Yet here I was being treated like a grade-school
girl who got caught with her hand in the cookie jar. I felt so small
in front of his eyes. I wanted to shrink into a point and disappear.
Part of me felt excited.
I was still somewhat aroused as a result of the drug,. I had been
pumping adrenaline ever since Uncle Dan burst in on us, and my mind
did funny things with all the humiliating things I had to endure.
There was a funny kind of release there. I knew I did something
bad, and that I had to be punished for it, and by being punished,
somehow I was cleansed. Maybe the punishment would make Uncle Dan
like me again. At any rate, if I had to be punished, I was glad
that my uncle was doing it. I never felt this way when my father
used to spank me up until several years ago. That was just a mere
physical act. This had an element of excitement and danger.
"You may step out of
them." Uncle Dan commanded. Pam and I stepped out of our skirts.
"Pick them up and fold
them neatly and put them on the table." Pam and I did as we were
instructed. "Blouses, too!" Soon our neatly folded blouses joined
our skirts on the table.
"OK, back to room center.
Hands back on your head."
I felt funny standing
there in front of my brother, my cousin, and my uncle clad only
in a bra, panties and sneakers. The air conditioning must have been
working overtime as I felt a chill travel down my back.
"Just look at you,"
Uncle Dan went on. "A couple of minutes ago, you thought you were
big-shot, grown-up women. Now look at you. You're not so hot now,
are you? No, you are going to be treated like girls half your age.
I'm going to take you over my knee like a couple of third graders
and give you the spanking of your life. But first tell me one more
time that you are sorry for being such naughty girls."
Pam and I blurted out
simultaneously, "I sorry, Uncle Dan."
"For what?" He responded.
I couldn't figure out
what he was getting at.
"OK. let's make this
simple. Repeat after me. 'I'm sorry Uncle Dan for being a naughty
We repeated the phrase,
and each of those that came after.
"And I promise I won't
do it again."
"And I'm sorry for being
sneaky and not obeying the house rules."
Dan gestured to the
two young boys and asked us to apologize to them too.
"I'm sorry for setting
such a bad example for my younger brother."
"Maybe I ought to let
them administer the punishment," he threatened.
The boys brightened
at the prospect, but they were dampened by my uncle's next statement,
"It will be enough if they just watch. I'm sure that this is a lesson
that they won't forget, too."
"OK. let me tell you
how I am going to do this. I'm going to spank each of you twice;
15 spanks each time. You will approach me, curtsy, and ask to be
spanked. I will ask you to lower your panties. You will lower them
to your knees. No lower, no higher. You will assume your position
over my lap. We'll do this 'by the numbers.' When I spank you, you
will count out the number and say, 'Thank you uncle Dan. May I please
have another. If you fail to do so, we will start all over. You
parents are going to be away for a couple of weeks, so we have time
to do this right. Now, who will be first?"
Pam and I looked at
each other uneasily. I don't know where she got the courage, but
she lowered her head, stepped forward and meekly said, "I will."
My uncle waved her on,
"You may approach."
Remembering what she
was told to do, she approached and pulled at the corners of her
panties while kicking one leg behind her and bowing, "Uncle Dan,
I've been a naughty girl and deserve to be spanked. Please punish
me properly." God! She was good. Her coyness and smooth words melted
right into my uncle's heart.
"Lower your panties,
Pam squeezed her eyes
tight as if that action would make the two pre-teen boys disappear,
and gently lowered her panties to her knees as instructed. I could
see the young boys' eyes bulge as they tried to take in my cousin's
nakedness. Uncle Dan apparently caught it too.
"Boys," he said, "this
isn't an ogling expedition. This is a disciplinary action. You are
to watch and observe. I do not want to hear one thing out of either
of you. Not even a snicker." They may not have snickered verbally,
but their eyes were virtually guffawing at Pam's ridiculous state.
Dan sat in one of the
straight-backed chairs and pointed to his lap. "Assume the position."
Pam laid over his lap
and tried to steady herself with her hands, Uncle Dan grabbed her
right arm with his left hand and pulled it behind her back. She
was arched precariously on his lap and depended on this improvised
bondage or wrestling hold for stability.
Uncle Dan looked down
at her and said, "Pam, look at me!" She craned her head around to
see him. "You know that this is for your own good, and that you
deserve it." Pam shook her head. Her hair flying up and down with
the effort. My uncle continued, "There will be no crying out, and
there will be no kicking of legs. Any such action invalidates the
spank. Do you understand?" Once again, the head shake. "Good!"
He raised this arm over
his head and cupping his hand brought it down with a resounding
slap on her left cheek. SPLAT! Pam grunted. Dan waited. Suddenly,
she remembered the ritual and her part in it. "One!" she exclaimed
sharply, "Thank you Uncle Dan, may I have another."
My uncle smiled with
the most evil grin I've ever seen on any man. "Certainly my dear,
you deserve it. Nothing but the best for you."
Again his arm raised
and again came crashing down, this time on her right cheek. SPLAT!
Again, Pam recited her mantra. Fifteen times his arm went up and
came down again, and fifteen times, Pam debased herself for the
benefit (and amusement) of her audience. I looked on as the milky
white complexion of her behind was changed one hand at a time into
a vibrant pink.
And then it was my turn
as I was beckoned by the sinister crook of my uncle's finger. I
was surprised as I approached him to feel the dampness in my panties.
I couldn't explain it, but watching all this, and knowing that I
was going to be a part of all this was getting me aroused. I couldn't
explain it, but there it was!
I approached him, bowed,
begged to be spanked, dropped my panties, and found myself over
his lap. His lap was surprisingly warm, and I could tell by the
hard lump I felt there, he was getting as turned on as I was. I
decided that I would try to use this to my advantage. I positioned
my midsection over the lump where I could hump it. I arched my back
slightly to press into hard. I was surprised how much it simulated
He grabbed my arm and
pinned me into position. I could tell by the shifting of his body
that he was raising his arm. My ass started sending me signals long
before the blow struck. SPLAT! He made contact on my right buttock
just under the cheek. It was the perfect spot. I felt the sharp
blow of his hand, and the stinging induced by his palm. Warmth and
excitement radiated from the spot.
"One!" I proclaimed,
"Thank you, Uncle Dan, may I have another?" I was defiant and proud.
I knew that I was being punished for a shameful act, but I was determined
to take my spanking like a woman regardless of the humiliating circumstances.
Uncle Dan rained down
blow after blow in an extremely methodical pattern. He had become
a well practiced spanking machine. He knew what he was doing. He
distributed his spanks evenly both over time and area. I could feel
the glow emanating from my behind. It was a combination of warmth,
tingling and stinging all at once. I doubted that I would feel nothing
more than a heightened sensitivity in the area. There would be no
welts, there would be no bruises. Uncle Dan was a firm but gentle
Before I knew it, I
was saying, "Fifteen." Then just to be sassy, I added, "That's it?
Is it over?" I earned and extra hard sixteenth spank for that one.
Uncle Dan almost lost it, as I saw him fight back a smile as he
As I stood up I noticed
how wet I had become between my legs. My tushie was not the only
part that was tingling. I looked instinctively at my uncle's lap.
There was a wet spot there, too although I couldn't tell if it was
from the inside or the outside. Uncle Dan looked at me knowingly.
I hoped the boys didn't notice. They didn't. Jason huskily whipered
innocently enough. "WOW! Will you look at that. He spanked the pee
out of her!"
Uncle Dan stood up and
pointed to the corner of the room. "Jill, stand there, facing the
wall with your hands on your head." Spinning around, he directed
Pam to do the same thing.
"I want you girls to
think about what you have done. I want you to concentrate on how
naughty you are, and what the consequences of being a bad girl are.
I want you to think about the humiliation you just went through.
Don't think you are done yet. You're only half way through your
punishment. I'm just letting those butts of yours cool down a little
before heating them up again. I don't want you to get too used to
the feel of my palm on your ass. Besides ... OW! ... my hand needs
a rest. It feels all warm and puffy."
I knew exactly what
he meant. Several parts of me also felt warm and puffy.
Uncle Dan dismissed
the boys and told them to go out and play. "I'll take care of it
from here, men. Remember, not a word to anyone. Not even to each
other. The same thing can happen to you."
My uncle left us standing
in the corner in silence for about 15 minutes. During this time
I had mixed feelings. There was a feeling of shame for having done
something wrong, there was a feeling of hurt for being stupid enough
to get caught, there was a feeling of rage at my uncle for punishing
us, there was a feeling of humiliation for being disciplined in
front of the two young boys, and most of all, there was a feeling
The experience got my
adrenaline going. Doing something naughty was exciting; it wasn't
the act itself that was particularly pleasant, it was the fact that
it was something wrong that added the thrill. Doing it under the
nose of my uncle and daring him to catch us and spank us for it
made it even more exhilarating. I decided that I was going to misbehave
and otherwise be a brat for the rest of my stay. Out of the corner
of my eye, I stole a glance at Pam. She smiled back impishly at
me. I was certain she came to the same conclusion. This was going
to be a fun two weeks!