(Author’s Note: Don is not actually Kelly’s uncle. He’s her father’s childhood best friend.)
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“I’m not a bad girl, Uncle Don. I’m a very good girl.” She rolled her body ever so slightly, making him shudder. The pounding of her heart and the sheer terror of getting caught gave her a thrill that made her shiver with desire. Don fiddled with the stocking ribbons again as he admonished her.
“Are you really? Do good girls come into their Daddy’s offices dressed up like sluts?”
Kelly bit her lip briefly and then looked down at him with a “who me?” expression.
“You’re not my Daddy,” she pouted.
“I’m not?” he asked, sliding one hand just under the edge of Kelly’s little skirt. His thumb played against the edge of Kelly’s panties and she fought to stop herself from trembling. She draped her arms loosely around Don’s neck and leaned over to whisper in his ear.
“No. But I know that you really want to be.”
His body stiffened all over and his eyebrows knit together while he regarded her warily.
“Is that so?”
“I think it is. Am I really a bad girl, Daddy?” she cooed as she sat back up, trailing a finger over the arm of his crisp, white shirt, nearly swooning at the muscles underneath.
Uncle Don took a series of deep, ragged breaths before pulling her head towards his to whisper huskily in her ear.
“I think you know what a bad girl you are, Kel-Kel.” He began to nibble at her earlobe. The sensation of his teeth and tongue in such a sensitive spot made Kelly tingle all over, and she felt a gush of wetness in her panties as she arched her back and undulated her body ever so slightly against his.
“Oh no, Daddy. I’m a good girl, I promise. I’d never do anything bad.”
“Then why are you sitting in my lap dressed like a slut and rubbing yourself against my cock like a cat in heat, hm?”
He raised his eyebrows at her.
“I—I don’t know, Daddy. I’m not trying to be bad.”
“Kel-Kel, good girls don’t act like this.”
“They don’t?”
“No. They don’t.”
“Oh.”
Uncle Don began to rub his hands up and down Kelly’s sides, making her squirm with pleasure whenever they coursed over bare skin.
“What should we do with you, Kel-Kel?” he asked.
“I don’t know Daddy,” she replied, really getting into it now, “have I really been a bad girl?”
“Not nearly as bad as you’re going to be.”
As he spoke, he slid his hands along Kelly’s arms to take her by the wrists. His grip was so hard that Kelly feared he would leave bruises as he yanked her arms down and pinned them to her sides. Everything about his demeanor had changed. Moments ago, he’d been light and teasing, but now there was a hardness in his eyes that scared Kelly. She remained astride him for the moment, unable to take back control of the situation, feeling both terrified and exhilarated as she waited to see what he would do.
At last, Don made up his mind. Still gripping Kelly’s wrists, he pushed her from his lap without warning. She nearly crumbled to the floor at his sudden movement, her fall broken only by the strength with which he held her up. Don was on his feet too, and in one fluid movement he let go of one of Kelly’s wrists and yanked her other arm, spinning her around. He loomed behind her, his warm breath tickling Kelly’s neck.
“Bend over,” he ordered at last.
She’d expected this. Kelly complied, putting her free hand on the desk and bending slightly over it.
“All the way, slut!”
Kelly jumped, more surprised by the slur than she ought to have been considering the contents of Don’s browser history. When she failed to immediately follow his order, Uncle Don let go of her other wrist, wound a fistful of her long blonde hair around his hand and tugged downward, forcing Kelly to bend over the desk at nearly a ninety degree angle. The little plaid skirt rode up to the point where it only covered about half of her ass, and Kelly could feel the way it fell just shy of the edge of her boy-cut black lace panties. She wanted to turn around and look at Don, but his hand was still fisted in her hair so tightly that she couldn’t turn her head at all.
Don lifted what little of Kelly’s skirt kept her covered, gently pushing the fabric so that it draped over her waist. Her ass was completely exposed now but for her black lace panties, and Kelly flexed the muscles of her bottom, hardening her ass cheeks in anticipation of the blow she was sure to receive at any moment. The sound of her own pounding heart filled Kelly’s ears, and she wondered just how much a spanking was going to hurt. She’d never gotten one before.
Kelly was pleasantly surprised when, instead of hitting her, Uncle Don gently squeezed each side of her bottom in turn and then rubbed his hand appreciatively across it. In his reverie, Don’s grip on Kelly’s hair loosened somewhat, so she craned her neck to get a look at him. His mouth was twisted into a predatory smile and his eyes were locked on Kelly’s ass for the most part, though he also took a moment to trail his gaze appreciatively down her shapely legs. When he noticed Kelly looking at him, Uncle Don’s expression turned to stone and Kelly began to quake with the strangest combination of fear and titillation as he scolded her.
“Did I say you could look at me, you naughty little brat?” he growled.
“N—no.”
“No, what?”
“No sir?”
“Try again.”
“No Daddy. No you didn’t say I could look. I’m sorry Daddy.”
“It’s clear to me that you’re a filthy little slut, Kel-Kel. Do you know what happens to filthy little sluts?”
“I’m not a slut Daddy, I promise. Please don’t punish me!” she begged. Kelly could no longer tell whether she was playing a part or playing along, all she knew was that she wanted Don to do whatever he wanted with her. Or to her. She absolutely ached to please him.
“I’m sorry sweetie, but you need to be a taught a lesson. I don’t know what’s gotten into you.”
Before she could say anything else, Don raised his hand and brought it back down upon her bottom with a loud, hard smack. Kelly clenched her muscles instinctively. It worked, somewhat, but her ass still stung and tingled in the place where Uncle Don had spanked it. To Kelly’s surprise, she found that the sensation was not entirely unpleasant. In fact, she almost enjoyed it, but Uncle Don had noticed the tightening of her muscles as his hand connected with Kelly’s bottom, and he wasn’t happy.
“Don’t you dare try to make your punishment hurt less, Kel-Kel. How are you going to learn your lesson if you can’t feel the consequences?”
She winced, anticipating another blow presently. But nothing came.
“Answer me, slut.”
“I don’t know, Daddy.”
“You don’t know what?”
“I don’t know how I’ll learn. I’ve been terribly naughty. Maybe you had better try again?”
He yanked her hair and pulled Kelly backward until she was nearly standing.
“Don’t tell me what I should do, slut,” he growled in her ear as his hand connected with Kelly’s ass again. There was no time to tense up, and Kelly’s ass jiggled in the wake of the blow. Don pushed her back down and she squirmed against the desk, wincing in pain as another blow connected with her tingling cheeks, and then another, and another. Kelly lost count of how many times Don spanked her as the throbbing sensation between her thighs slowly eclipsed the sting of the hard smacks against her ass. To Kelly’s great surprise, she found herself moaning with pleasure as Uncle Don punished her again and again…
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