The Greeting

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The Greeting

(**, M/f, Serious, n/c paddling)

An Uncle must do his duty and punish his naughty niece. (Approximately 884 words. Originally published 1995-10.)

"Hi, Uncle Charlie!" exclaimed the young teenager, imprisoning me with her arms the moment I entered the house.

"Woah, there girl!" I laughed, messing her hair affectionately. She was darling. Her body just blossoming into womanhood, she was a delightful mix of childish mannerisms and adult expressions. Right now her bright blue eyes looked up at me adoringly and I almost regretted what I knew had to come next.

"Thanks for the greeting, Shauna," I said, slowly pulling her away from me. "But you know what must be done." Her face dropped and she stared at the carpet.

"But Uncle Charlie..."

"No buts except that behind of your across my knee. Now go get the paddle."

With a wonderfully dismal expression the young girl shuffled across the room and took the large wooden paddle down from its holder over the fireplace. She handed it to me silently, her eyes pleading with me. I shook my head and sat on the sofa and patted my lap.

"But Uncle Charlie, Daddy never used the paddle on me," whined the girl, carefully standing just out of arm's reach.

"Your Daddy didn't know how to punish you properly, girl. I do."

"But must it b-be, uh, b-b-bare?"

"Definitely! Now get across my knee this instant or I will double your punishment."

"But Uncle, can't you do something else? Forbid me from watching TV or something?" I gave her a disgusted look that made her fall silent. But she still did not come to me.

"I'm counting to three: one, two--"

"I'm too old for this!"

"Three!" Before the girl could move I was up from the couch and had her by the arm. I pulled her across my lap and immediately took the paddle and smacked her bottom hard. She was wearing a pair of white jeans that were very tight and showed off her swelling hips and round ass. I spanked her hard again and again ignoring her cries of "Ouch!" and "Oohh--that really hurts, Uncle!"

After a solid dozen I stopped and lifted her slightly. She was crying. "Are you ready to cooperate or do you need more?" She shook her head frantically.

"Please, no more, Uncle Charlie!"

"All right. Stand up and drop your pants. If your bottom is not naked and bent over my lap in five seconds I will give you two dozen really hard spanks!"

I didn't even have a chance to begin my count. The girl frantically stood and pulled down her jeans and panties, sobbing all the while. She laid herself across my lap and I saw her bottom was slightly pink. I took up the paddle and spanked her hard for a long time. I kept count until around fifty and then I just paddled her harder and harder, keeping an eye on the color of her skin to judge the severity of the spanking. She screamed and hollered but I ignored her and concentrated on making her bottom and even shade of raspberry red.

When she was almost blistered I stopped and made her go stand facing the wall, her punished bottom bared. I let her stand there for a half hour, fidgeting and crying, her bottom throbbing.

"Listen to me, Shauna," I finally said. "You have been thoroughly punished for your disobedience. Now I want you to think carefully about what I am going to ask you. Is there anything else you think I need to punish you for? If there is, tell me now and I will get it over with. If you do not tell me and I later find out about some other misbehavior, you will receiving a double-dose of what you just got every night for a week! Do you understand me?" The girl nodded, silently.

"Good. Now I'm going to give you five minutes to think about this. When I come back tell me if there is anything else you need to be spanked for." I went into the kitchen and fixed myself a drink. When I finished I returned.

"Well?"

The blond teenager looked up at me, tears streaming down her pretty face. "Oh, Uncle Charlie, please be good to me! I have been very naughty! I'm so sorry. I lied to you yesterday when I told you I was at Martha's. I really went to the mall with Josh!"

"Oh?" I said calmly, pretending this was news.

"Yes, it's true," she wept. "I'm sorry, I really am. I realize you will spank me more now and I know I deserve it, but please, Uncle, please be gentle. You don't know how it hurts!"

I knew all too well how it hurt, but it didn't stop me from taking Shauna back across my lap and really tanning her bottom good. I spanked her for another ten minutes or so until she couldn't even cry any more, having run out of tears.

Then I sent her back to the wall to think of anything else she needed punishment for. I could see her begin to sob when I said this and I knew she was mine--an honest girl to a fault, she'd probably be coming up with imagined sins for the next week. She'd be spending a great deal of quality time across my lap!

The End

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