colour panties are you wearing?”
question stunned Sophie. As she stood
before her beloved godfather, she blushed brightly. It was not only the wickedness of what he was
asking but also the tone in which he asked.
Her Uncle Morris had phrased his question as though it was the most
normal remark to ask his 17-year-old goddaughter who stood before him with legs
wide apart and hands up in the air.
ones,” Sophie said, her blush deepening.
were alone in her bedroom where they had been for some time now. Her uncle was staying with them for a while
both to conclude some business in the area and to attend his goddaughter’s
seventeenth birthday party.
nice.” His smile was encouraging. “Raise
your skirt and show me.” As Sophie
tentatively raised her skirt she considered the absurd position she had been
made to adopt. What she was doing before
her Uncle Morris raced through her thoughts.
She knew he was asking her to do something wicked but the thought
secretly thrilled her and yet appalled her.
She was a little afraid as nothing like this had ever happened with her
uncle before. But her Uncle’s
charismatic tone as well as his large 6’8" frame and rugged appearance
persuaded her and she raised the hem of her skirt to her chest, showing him
what he wanted, looking directly at his face.
got up and, standing beside her, said: “from now on I want you to wear your
panties like this.” He pulled them up
until they were wedged into the crease of her bottom. At the front, the fabric cut deeply into her
sex which was clearly on display. Sophie
stood in a daze at what was taking place.
Her entire being was filled with ambivalence: enjoyment and
Uncle then went and sat down again, looking at her and clearly appreciating
what he saw. His goddaughter had
certainly grown into a beautiful young lady.
Her fine mane of dark raven hair, elegantly tanned legs supporting her six-foot
frame, her large 48" double Ds, trim waist, fine sculptured cheek bones
and brown eyes. This fine specimen of
womanhood would soon be his property until she reached the age of 25. His to shape and train according to his methods
and desires. From her 17th birthday, he
would be responsible for Sophie’s welfare as dictated by her late Father’s will
her long tanned legs and sex clearly on display as her panties bit deeply into
her crotch, felt heat emanating from between her legs.
think you better take your top off as well.”
took off her T-shirt, knowing she presented a lewd spectacle. She now stood in her white trainers and white
panties, legs apart and hands up in the air as though she’d been arrested. Her T-shirt and small skirt were
discarded. Her massive balloon size
chest thrust forward arrogantly, dark brown nipples erect, all for her Uncle’s
was enthralled by the beauty before him.
Her body was splendid. However,
it was her magnificent tits that bowled him over. Those fine giant breasts were simply made to
be slapped. They were impressive. Just like her mother’s, maybe even
better. He would enjoy the moment he
tortured those giant udders, maybe even hang her by them. Perversity coursed through his thoughts. If only he’d known what a promise his
god-daughter was, he would have started her training much earlier than was
stipulated by the will.
up and down for me, Sophie,” he said trying not to betray excitement in his
jumped up and down for him, still keeping her hands in the air. The motion was delightful. A breast fetishist’s dream. Her balloon breasts bounced with each jump
she took, her tits undulating in graceful motion akin to poetry. As she jumped up and down, her large double
Ds slapped each other. A sheen of sweat
coated her skin as her breathing became laboured and still she bounced for her
Uncle, her melon size chest moving beautifully.
twenty minutes of jumping up and down, she was made to stop. Sitting upon her bed he smiled at her and
told her well done.
star jumps and really concentrate on doing them nice and wide,” he said.
process began all again as she spread her legs wide as possible with each
jump. Her panties riding higher into her
causing a stimulation that made her move faster and jump higher. Her large melon breasts performed their own
routine of movement as the round orbs of tit flesh slapped into each other. The joy written on her Uncle’s Morris face was
evident as he encouraged her to jump even faster. Sophie’s youthful athletic body and bouncing
mammoth tits were hypnotising him.
many of these exhausting jumps, Morris called a halt to her exertions although
he could have watched her body bouncing before him indefinitely. Sophie’s flushed face smiled back at him
seeing the excitement written all over his features. She too was happy performing before him but
she did want to dwell upon these feeling.
girl. Time to cool down. I want you to turn around, spread your legs
and touch your toes,” he said. The smile
changed to a look of pure lust.
found, despite herself, that she was obeying him. She still watched his face from an
up-side-down angle while she awaited further instructions. Her mind was over heating like her body. Her desire for the game to stop and yet
continue troubled her.
further instructions came, however. She
stayed in the same position while her Uncle Morris watched her until they were
both called to tea by her aunt.
was staying for the week at the end of which his god-daughter would be
accompanying him to his home. As he sat
watching television, Sophie joined him, sitting on his lap. Her Auntie Ruth and Uncle Cedric had left to
attend a private dinner. As they both
said good bye neither saw anything out of place as a seventeen-year-old sat on
a middle age man’s lap. It brought back
to Sophie’s mind the very first time she had actually met her Uncle
Morris. Then he had given her a present
which she had opened whilst on his lap.
The lasting impression she had got from his visit was not the very
expensive bracelet he had given her but the incredibly large erection that she
felt. The incident brought back
thrilling memories to her mind.
she sat on his lap Sophie showed her Uncle that she still wore her panties as
he insisted, firmly pulled tightly between her bum-crease and sex. Morris took a long time examining her and
pulled the panties deeper and harder into her sex, making her flinch.
changed your panties,” he said in a flat even tone, trying not to betray the
fact that he had a raging hard on.
looked at him shyly. “Well, yes...I wet
so excited with what you made me do that when Auntie Ruth called me I...I... I,”
she blurted out. She looked at him
guiltily. “I didn’t mean to. I was too excited Uncle, honest.”
Morris smiled to himself. Having seen
his god-daughter bounce for him increased the perverse things he wanted to make
her perform and the sooner he got her training under way the better. Here he was presented with the perfect
pretext to chastise her.
think you should be punished for this type of behaviour. What do you think?”
not been punished for anything before,” Sophie said quietly.
very lax of Cedric though I don’t suppose you’re his responsibility now. So I will just have to remedy that situation
are you going to do?” she asked, again very quietly.
going to start by educating you in the correct ways of behaving. I’m going to punish your behind for your lack
of control and then begin teaching you how I want you to behave in future.”
my behind?” she asked.
going to spank your bottom until I’m satisfied that you have learnt something
from your experience.”
will Auntie and Uncle say?” Sophie said, not sure of this turn of events.
sure they won’t mind. I’m your
god-father, after all, and I undertook an oath that I would bring you up the
right way as I see fit.”
serious tone worried Sophie.
look so frightened, girl. This will do
you good and will condition you to the way things are going to be. The punishment will be in two parts with my
hands now and tomorrow morning with my bedroom slipper.”
would you rather the slipper now and my hand tomorrow?” he asked in a cheerful
gulped. “Your hand please, Uncle,”
trying to control her fear.
“Good. Slip your panties off and come across my
hesitant, Sophie pulled her panties off and left them lying on the floor. Although her Uncle was close by, sitting on
the sofa, composed, waiting to punish her, the prospect of draping herself
across his knee was extremely daunting and unreal.
was going to be punished, her bottom spanked, her Uncle’s hands upon her. Deep down inside she wanted this, needed this
to happen. And she was going to show her
Uncle that she could take whatever punishment he dished out.
pulled her short skirt back to reveal the naked cheeks of Sophie’s bottom. Sophie’s senses were heightening. She felt the fabric of his pants. His hands were surprisingly cool on the taut
cheeks and she could definitely feel the erect mass of his penis touching her
stomach. She strained her head to see him lift his right arm.
you ready?” he asked.
looked even more frightened and nodded.
What a question to ask! To hide
her shame she buried her head in the sofa seat.
Cutter was an aficionado, an expert at smacking young women’s bottoms. It was a pastime he thoroughly enjoyed. Looking at the youthful and delectable bottom
presented to him in all its naked charm made him pause to admire the superb
sight of Sophie’s flawless orbs. The
taut and abundant cheeks of her ass would have made any saint weep. This was a bottom made to be spanked, asking
to be punished.
heavy hands collided first with the right cheek, smacking hard. Then the left cheek. The smacking force alternated in a rhythm of
pain. Sophie tensed, squirmed, and
wriggled her bottom in a vain attempt to avoid the heavy slaps.
pain became a reality and she screamed.
Morris was pleased with the sound and with the way the round globes of
her rear shuddered under the impact of his hand. The angry imprint left a beautiful mark of pain
on her tender flesh. He was immensely
pleased with himself. The spanking of a
young lady was to be compared to art and followed the strict rules of any
science. Morris Cutter believed himself
to be at the cutting edge of this beautiful and exacting science. The harmonics of pain from Sophie’s lips, the
deft stroke as his hand slapped on to her tender flesh, the timing and the
precise calculation of the force of impact, all came out in a wonderful
equation of pleasure and pain.
Experience by both parties: pleasure for him, pain for Sophie.
battering slaps continued for what seemed like ages to Sophie. She could feel the heat in his hands and the
hard blows. Her eyes were watering and
her squeals became more audible than before.
The slaps were increasing and there seemed no end to them or the
hurt. Sophie’s mind was in turmoil. Her beloved Uncle Morris was beating her and
though she knew there was something wrong with this situation she could not see
herself stopping what was happening to her abused bottom. In the deepest recess of her mind she was
enjoying the fact that she was being punished.
She somehow felt the chastisement was merited and that her crime of
wetting herself was being expiated by the spanking. She also felt that there were more
punishments to follow and that she would gladly commit a catalogue of crimes to
receive them especially from Uncle Morris.
point she transmitted a plea for her Uncle to stop the punishment but he merely
looked at her without stopping the onslaught of slaps. Her whimpering became worse, so Uncle Morris
stopped and took a white ball gag out of his blazer pocket. He forced this into
the cavity of her mouth and tightened the white straps around her head. This done he continued with the beating,
holding her more firmly than before. Her
whimpering was subdued but the pain increased.
She was hoping that her poor bottom could endure the battering but then
she realised that she was getting a beating whether she wanted it or not.
the pounding of her bottom finished she did not dare get up. She did not really know whether her Uncle had
actually finished with her. Somewhere in
her mind a troubled thought flickered alive: she did not want her Uncle to
finish. She wanted more. The hurt inflicted upon her bottom was still
burning as were the perverse feeling she was experiencing. She was also desperately aware that her sex
had become aroused and was lubricating nicely.
Surely he would know that she had enjoyed the punishment. She jerked slightly when she felt his rough
hands pinching and kneading the flesh of her sore flesh. Sophie closed her eyes to the cruel beauty of
the pain that his fingers produced.
could hear her whimpering nicely into the gag.
The taut flesh of her tortured bottom felt delightful to his
fingers. He started to probe her
sex. His middle finger entered her with
ease because of her wetness. The heat was
hotter than his hands. He smiled to
himself. His beautiful young niece had
all the hallmarks of a submissive, something he had detected from the
start. He congratulated his judgement.
fingers played with her sex in an almost casual way, probing deep within
her. He knew the havoc he was causing
her both between her legs and in her mind.
He extracted his fingers from the wet confines of Sophie’s cloying sex
and smelled the sweetness of her juices.
did not see the broad smile stretched across her Uncle’s face. She did not know the plethora of informative
signals that her body gave off to him as he punished her. Her body’s response to the thrashing gave
Morris key information about the subconscious reaction of her needs. She wanted to be dominated and to surrender herself
to the pleasure of pain. Morris would
willingly help her to achieve this goal.
His hands were skilful in eliciting flinching pain from her. In the helpless and prone position Sophie
found herself in she could do nothing but accept the treatment her Uncle
administered to her bottom. The pinching
and fingering continued unabated as though he was testing her reactions.
the unexpected happened and Sophie went wild with lust and longing.