Niece's Weekly Punishment Sessions free porn video

Author: Powerone

Title: Niece's Weekly Punishment Sessions

Part: Chapter 1

Summary: In keeping with tradition, Melissa must submit to weekly punishment sessions with her Uncle, just like her mother had done when she was young.

Keywords: M/f, nc, reluc, mdom, humil, inc, span

Copyright 2003 by Powerone.The author may be contacted at [email protected]

Niece’s Weekly Punishment Sessions

The first time she did not know.Now she did as she laid out the instruments her Uncle would use on her.It had become a weekly ritual, every Friday after dinner.It had started shortly after her mother and she had moved in with Uncle Bill.Violets father had died unexpectedly and with no life insurance and with no job skills, there was not much hope for her mother being able to support them.Her brother, a very successful businessman had offered to let them live with him, with her mother taking care of the house and meals as payment.While he was successful in business, he was not with women.He wasn’t ugly, but he just wasn’t attractive.He was the type of person that you saw but did not notice.

Her mother noticed the leering glances and knew what was going to happen.She knew because the same thing had happened to her when she was young.Her Uncle had punished her weekly for over a year until she moved out.She knew it was Melissa’s turn and she could not do anything about it.It was her brother’s turn now to carry on the family tradition.

Melissa was extremely bright, but did not like confrontation, avoiding all conflicts by giving in quickly.It was a trait she learned from her mother.She had long blonde hair, blue eyes, big innocent blue eyes and a pale complexion.She wasn’t beautiful, just average with a modest figure.Her breasts were smallish, but were capped by large brown nipples.Her ass was rounded and firm, with a nice pair of legs.

After a month at her Uncles house her mother sat her down to discuss their new life.“Melissa, since your father died, things have been bad.If it wasn’t for your Uncle Bill we would be out on the street.I know it isn’t like it was before, but we must make the best of the situation.Maybe in a year I will have enough experience to be able to get a better job and we can move, but until then we must do whatever Uncle Bill wants.”

“I always obey, I’m a good girl, Momma.It will be all right,” she said naively.

“I don’t think you understand, Melissa.You don’t know much about boys and men yet.They have some strange ways about them.Strange things that they like to do to girls.It happened when I was a girl, and I am afraid that it will happen to you with Uncle Bill.”

“I don’t know what you mean Momma, what type of strange things?”Melissa was perplexed.

“Uncle Bill is going to punish you every Friday after dinner.That is the tradition in this family.When I was growing up, my Uncle did the same to me.There is nothing we can do about it, it is just the way it is.Soon, we will be able to move and get away from all of this, but for now, you will just have to submit to it.”

Melissa’s eyes opened wide in shock, “punish me, why Momma, I’m a good girl, don’t let him do that, please Momma.”

“Hush, Melissa, it has nothing to do with you being good or bad, it is Uncle Bill.Men like to punish girls, men especially like Uncle Bill.It is the way they were brought up.There is nothing I can do about it so you are just going to have to bear up to it.Just remember, you are to do exactly what Uncle Bill wants.Everything he says!Do I make myself clear young lady?”

Her mother had never raised her voice to her before and she was now ordering her to obey her Uncle.It didn’t make sense, why would she want Uncle Bill to punish her.“But Momma…..”

“Enough Melissa!That is enough, just do as I say or you will find us out on the street.Now I don’t want to hear a thing about this again.Whatever happens between your Uncle Bill and yourself is to be kept between the both of you.I don’t want to ever hear about it.Do you understand, I don’t want to hear about it again?”

“Yes Momma,” her eyes lowering to the ground, knowing that it was now her problem.What was going to happen to her on Friday night?

The First Friday Night-Learning to Obey

“But Momma, why this clothing?”Melissa was stumped, her mother had given her a white cashmere sweater, plaid skirt and a pair of black shoes with white socks to wear as well as a pair of black silk bra and panties.The outer clothes were something a younger girl would wear and the bra and panties were definitely something for someone older.

“I’m not going to tell you again, I don’t want to hear anything about this.Those are what your Uncle Bill requested.Now hurry, you have to be downstairs in his library in ten minutes.I don’t think you want to be late.Don’t forget do everything he says and I don’t want to hear about anything that happens.I am going out for a while so you will be alone with your Uncle.Good luck Melissa and I love you,” running from the room, ashamed at her inability to stop what Bill was going to do to her little girl.

Melissa was stumped by her mother’s reluctance to discuss it and this made her frightened.Would it be so bad that Momma did not want to even fathom that it could be happening, choosing to ignore it and let Melissa suffer her fate by herself?She pulled off her clothes and slowly put on the silk bra and panties.They felt so cool and sexy on her naked skin.Why did Uncle Bill request them, she pondered?The skirt was next.It was wool, with a zipper up the back.When she put it on and pulled up the zipper it clung to her ass like a second skin, the bottom of the skirt not even going down halfway down to her knees.If she bent over her ass would show.She pulled on the cashmere sweater, loving the luxurious texture against her skin.Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad with Uncle Bill.She looked in the mirror, surprised at her appearance.She knew that she would never be the cheerleader type but her reflection showed her a side she never saw before.She looked like a twelve year old girl.And while her build was nothing spectacular, her breasts looked so nice in the sweater and her ass and naked legs were really accented by the short and tight skirt.I better hurry and get to the study and get this over with, running from the room to get to the library before 7:00.She heard the front door slamming, knowing that her mother had left, leaving her to solve her own problem with Uncle Bill.

The library door was open and Uncle Bill was sitting on one of the black leather chairs, situated around a coffee table and the leather couch. The chairs were massive, with large padded arms with wooden corners.Melissa always hated them, they were always cold and clammy.In the corner of the room was Uncle Bill’s desk, a large ornate desk with wooden legs.Around the room were various other pieces of furniture including a couple of padded benches that seemed out of place.They looked like they needed a piano to accompany them.

Bill looked up, hearing the clock chime seven, knowing that Melissa would not be late.He had heard her mother going out the door and knew that he had won, his sister’s submissiveness giving him complete control over her beautiful young daughter.He hoped that she showed some reluctance, liking a bit of challenge, liking to break the will and make her submit to what he had planned for her.He would begin slowly, having every Friday for his own.He would not hurry her, wanting to submit her to the humiliation as he slowly forced her to submit to him.And he would so love the punishment he would inflict on her.

“Come in Melissa, come in, let me see what you look like.”He watched as she walked in the room.His cock instantly sprang to attention, straining his pants, the bulge clearly visible.She looked even better then expected.She looked just like a twelve year old girl, all the way down to the pigtails he required her mother to put in her hair.His hand reached down to his crotch, grabbing his erect cock, making sure Melissa saw everything.He saw her blush, turning quickly to avoid his gesture.“You look very beautiful, do you feel that way, Melissa?”

She turned back to look at Uncle Bill, glad that his hand was not in his lap anymore, but her gaze did notice a large bulge in his pants.“I look like a little girl,” she said.

“Yes, you do, like a very sexy little girl.That is how I want you to act, can you do that?”

“I guess I could.Are you going to punish me Uncle Bill?”

“Do you want me to punish you, Melissa, has my little girl been bad?”

“I’ve been good, Momma says I have to do everything you say, so I will, but if I do, will you not punish me?”

“I’m glad you will learn your place Melissa, but I will punish you.Tonight and every Friday from now on.”

“How are you going to punish me, please don’t hurt me, please,” she begged.

He picked up a fly swatter, a leather fly swatter and slapped it sharply against his palm.“With this and my hand, I am going to punish your lovely pink skin with this.And each week we are going to progress on, with you submitting to more extreme punishment.I am going to enjoy our little weekly punishment sessions.And you are going to assist me in enjoying them.”

“Why, I’m a good girl?”

“No, Melissa, you are my bad little girl and you must be punished.Now come over to me so I may see you better.But first close the drapes, I want us to have some privacy.

Melissa became more frightened.Her mother was gone and now the drapes were closed, nobody would know what would be happening in the room.Here she was, dressed like a little schoolgirl, with her Uncle ready to punish her.

"What are you going to do to me, Uncle Bill?"Melissa waited for an answer, afraid of what she might hear.

"It all depends on how cooperative you are, Melissa.If you show any reluctance to my demands, the punishment will get more severe.Are you going to be a good little girl and obey your Uncle Bill?"

"Yes, Uncle Bill.Momma told me to do whatever you say.She would be mad if I disobeyed her."

“Good, you will only receive a light slapping with my hand and the fly swatter.But I will find some nice tender spots to slap, your stomach and your thighs.I will pay particular attention to your tender thighs.I expect you to stay still and accept the punishment."

Melissa was scared, afraid of the pain that he would inflict on her, afraid that she would not be able to stand it.

"Now come here little girl, and let me see you.You must have to chase the boys away from that lovely body," his finger beckoning her towards him seated in the chair.

"I don't have any boyfriends, I'm not as pretty as the other girls.Do you think I am pretty, Uncle Bill?"Her eyes lit up, no one had ever complimented her on her looks, even her mother.She always said she was average and she better do well in school because she would probably not get a man that would support her.

"Of course, you are a very beautiful girl, Melissa.So you've never petted with a boy before, never let a boy touch your body?"

"Don't embarrass me, Uncle Bill, no I never have done anything like that, that’s yucky," she said with a scowl on her face.

“You would please a man very much with such a lovely body.Your tits are not very big but some men like small tits.Like me, I don’t like big titted woman.You just have to learn how to please a man.”

“Don’t embarrass me, Uncle Bill,” cringing when she heard him call her breasts tits.

“What, you don’t like the word tits?”

“No, that sounds terrible.”

“Tell me you have small tits, Melissa, say the words to me.”

“No, I don’t want to.”

“Are you already beginning to disobey me, is that what you are doing?”He raised his voice, emphasizing his displeasure with her.This would be the test of her obedience.

Melissa looked at him, seeing the look in his eyes.She had displeased him.“I have small tits,” she said with a murmur.

“I didn’t hear you, Melissa, what did you say?”

She cleared her throat, he was going to make her say it aloud.She could hear her own voice saying, “I have small tits.”

Bill smiled, he had won, she was his now, his to do anything he desires to do.And he desired much.But he would go slowly, making her cross the line of decency each time and do things that she would never consider doing.All to please him.Just like a little girl should do.

“I like your small tits, Melissa, I like they way they look in that nice cashmere sweater.And you have lovely legs, especially in that nice short skirt.And an adorable ass.Your skirt is just molded over your tight ass cheeks.I like that.I like your ass.”

Melissa was confused.Uncle Bill was going to punish her, but he kept complimenting her on her body.It made her feel strange and also uncomfortable.Why did he keep talking about her body?“Thank you Uncle Bill,” not sure what to say, but he looked like he was expecting some kind of response.

He stood up and his hands grabbed her around the waist, pushing her back towards the big desk in the corner of the room.It was usually cluttered, but this time the top was cleared off.

Melissa jumped when his hands first grabbed her waist.This was the first time that he had touched her.She felt a sudden thrill and also the fear of the unknown.She felt her ass hit the edge of the desk as she was pushed backwards.She saw him put the leather fly swatter on the empty desk beside her.

“I will need that soon.Raise your arms up, Melissa, above your head.Hurry, now don’t make me repeat everything twice.I expect your complete obedience.”He watched as she first hesitated then her arms rose up, higher and higher until they were up over her head.He saw the cashmere sweater rise up her stomach, a patch of naked flesh appearing.She looked down and watched as his hands grabbed the bottom of the sweater and slowly drew it up, revealing more of her naked stomach to his gaze.She wondered how far he would pull it up, afraid that he would uncover her breasts, leaving her half naked, a bra the only clothes from the waist up.

He stopped when he reached the bottom of her bra.He wanted to give her a false sense of security.His hand began to run over her flat, tight stomach, his cock straining in his pants, threatening to pop the zipper open if it got any harder.Melissa would have to do something about his erection before she left.He slowly let his hand rub her naked flesh, feeling her stomach muscles tighten as he did.He let his hand lightly tap on the flesh, his cock twitching when he heard the smack, smack of flesh on flesh.

That’s not so bad, she thought as his hand lightly tapped her stomach.Except for the uneasiness from having a strange hand touching her so intimately and Uncle Bill being so old, it was not as bad as she thought it would be.His hand lightly slapped her flesh.

“I think I need you in a better position, Melissa.I can’t use two hands when I have to hold your sweater up.Ask me to pull it over your head, Melissa, ask me to remove your sweater.You’re still be wearing a bra, so your tits will be covered.”He watched her face, the look as she realized that he would be undressing her.

The realization came over her.He would be undressing her, which is why he made so much talk over her body.He wanted to see her.He wanted to see her naked.He had every intention of forcing her to undress in front of him.She knew she had lost, she would have to do as he said.A tear began to fall from her eye as she spoke, “please, pull off my sweater,” a look of resignation etched in her face.

Bill smiled as he slowly let the sweater slip up her body, her black silk bra revealed for the first time to his eyes.They were not very big, her tits, but they would be his to do as he please.And he had some many ideas, some of them very painful.He pulled it up her arms until it pulled from her body and threw it over onto the leather couch.He marveled at her body, his body to do as he pleased.“Good girl, now we need to get you into a better position.A position that would make your stomach very prominent.Sit on the edge of the desk, from the side, I want you to be able to stretch out.”He grabbed a large pillow from the couch.First put this beneath you back as you lie back,” taking the large pillow and positioning it in the center of the desk.

With resignation, Melissa sat on the edge of the desk, pulling her skirt down as far as she could, the material insufficient to cover much, most of her naked legs showing.She felt Uncle Bills hand push down on her naked stomach, pressing her back onto the desk until her lower back hit the plush pillow.She could feel the strain in her shoulders and back as her head and shoulders bent further back, arching her stomach up into the air.She could feel the cool air on her legs, knowing that the short skirt was not hiding much.

“Good girl,” moving to the desk behind her, “now pull your hands over your head again, yes, like that.Stretch out,” watching as her tight body strained, her stomach pushed out, her tits arched up to the ceiling.He grabbed both of her small hands, would she be able to get them around his cock, they were so tiny.“Grab these handles in the desk,” pushing each hand into the corner posts, black iron circles rising up from the desk.She had never noticed them before, though they must have been there.“Both of them, grab them tightly and whatever you do, don’t let go.Do you understand, Melissa, under any circumstances are you to let them go.”

She stretched her arms back and grabbed the hard, unyielding metal rings, her small hands clamped tightly around them.Her back already began to ache, the pillow forcing it to bow.She shut her eyes, not wanting to see Uncle Bills face, afraid of what she would see in his eyes.She heard him moving around, and then felt his hands on her naked knees at the foot of the desk.

“So lovely, your naked legs, Melissa.Your short skirt has ridden up a considerable distance, showing me a lot of naked flesh.As soon as I finish with your stomach, I will be working on your inner thighs.I am going to enjoy that,” his hands running up from her knees, running over the naked flesh on the tops of her legs until it reached the hem of her dress, only inches from her panties.

Melissa squirmed on the desk as she felt his hands taking liberties with your young body.Her eyes tightened as she imagined him leering at her exposed body, his clammy hands running up and down her naked legs, his eyes trying to look up under her short skirt.

“I need to get closer, open up your legs so I may stand between them,” his hands pushing out on her knees, bending her legs outward, watching as his continued pressure finally forced her to relent, the gap between them widening.He caught a quick glimpse of black silk panties.

Her hands gripped the handles until they were white as she allowed his hands to open her legs, her body trembling as she imagined how exposed her sex was to his gaze.She felt his hands continued to explore her naked legs and now she felt her legs graze his hips as he stood between them.

Bill stood between her white thighs, his hips keeping her spread open for him.Her skirt had ridden up so high, he could catch a glimpse of the black panties tucked up beneath.His cock twitched in anticipation.He grabbed the leather fly swatter.“Now don’t let go,” watching as her mouth clenched tightly.He let the fly swatter hit her taut stomach, a rush of air shooting from her mouth, her eyes opening wide in surprise as she felt the sudden rush of pain emanating from her stomach.

“God,” she yelled out, her hands fighting to let loose from their self imposed bondage.She sucked in another breath before the fly swatter came crashing down again, a sharp pain rushing to her brain.

Bill let his hand rub her stomach slowly, then the fly swatter would return again to inflict its pain, alternating between soft, caressing rubs to painful splats to her reddening skin.He stopped with the fly swatter, but commenced with the slapping with the flat plane of his hand, feeling the heat the slaps were generating.Melissa was squirming on the table, her thighs rubbing sensuously against his hips, not in pleasure, but to escape the pain he was inflicting.

“MMMm, Ooooh,” groaning and moaning in pain as the painful slapping continued.Finally there was silence.She waited and waited until she finally opened her eyes, Uncle Bills face staring intently at her.She felt his hands still on her stomach.

“So hot, your skin.You were a good girl, Melissa.Keep up the good work.Hold still for a minute, then you can get up and we can continue.”His hands moved up her stomach, her eyes on them as they moved up to her bra.They quickly moved over the top of them, grasping her tits in the palm of his hand.“Hold still,” he commanded her, his hands grasping and grasping on her youthful breasts.

“Why are you doing that, please, please, stop,” she begged, but her hands continued to grab the posts tightly while Uncle Bill mauled her unprotected breasts.

He released his grip on her tits, and helped to pull her up.“You will have to get used to having boys grabbing your tits.I’m just helping you out.Now stand up, quickly now.We still have more to go, this time it will be your thighs.”He made her stand up, her skirt falling back down to cover her thighs.He pushed a button near the desk and a bar came down from the ceiling, it was like a trapeze bar except this had thick leather cuffs on each end, the bar over five feet long.“If you hold the bar tightly and do not let go of it, I will not use the cuffs on you.Can you do that, Melissa?”

Her body shuddered in fear, it kept getting worse.Her arms reached up and her small hands gripped the bars, holding it tightly.“Don’t tie me up, I don’t want you to do that, I wouldn’t let go.”She felt the bar start moving up, drawing her body up.

“Hold tightly, while I inspect your thighs.I’m going to slip my hands under your skirt.Has any of the boys ever done that to you, Melissa, try to feel up under your skirt?”

“No, do you have to do that, please, nobody has ever touched my like you are doing,” but she saw him move a chair before her, sitting on it, his eyes staring at her body.She felt the hands slipping under her skirt, moving up her hips, over her naked flesh.They moved up higher, moving behind her, almost grasping her panty covered ass cheeks.

She started sobbing when she heard his next words.

“Your skirt is in the way this time, turn around so I can take it off.You want me to take off your skirt, don’t you?Ask me to strip you down to your bra and panties,” he taunted her.

Melissa’s mother sat in the bar, a fresh drink in front of her, the music blaring loudly, her friends talking to her, but she was ignoring them.She was thinking of Melissa.She’s all right.She can take care of herself, she is a big girl.And it is not so bad, I went through it.Bill will just probably spank her and let her go.She went back to her friends, drinking and talking.

Her crying became louder, her sobs choking back the words.“Strip me,” she loudly said, knowing that were the words that would make Uncle Bill happy.And with those words, she felt him turn her around, the bar circling, allowing her to continue to grasp it tightly as she was positioned to be stripped of her skirt.She felt his hands, they did not seem to care, moving over her plump ass cheeks, making no attempt to conceal their purpose.She felt the fumbling of his fingers on the button.The sound of the zipper pulling down sounded so loud.And then she felt the material slipping down her naked legs, falling to the floor beneath her.She could feel his breath on her ass as she continued to sob.

His fingers traced up the inside of her thighs, barely able to enter, her thighs clenched tightly together.He teased her, his finger tracing up and down the divide of her legs, almost touching her panties before running back down again.He watched her clenching her thighs together, stopping him from having his way with her.

“I need access to your thighs, relax your leg,” reaching down to her ankle.“Relax, it will not hurt,” grabbing her slender ankle in his hand and slowly raising it up towards the desk.

Melissa balanced precariously, her arms holding the bar preventing her from falling over as she was balanced on one leg, Uncle Bill bending her leg and placing her ankle on the top of the desk.Her legs were now at a right ankle, one pulled out straight onto the desktop.Her crotch felt so exposed and open.

“A little higher, I think,” grabbing the pillow still on the desk and pushing it under her ankle.“This will be more comfortable for your ankle.”

The pillow was softer, but her leg was now arched up higher, her thighs straining from the unnatural spread of her legs.She looked down and was humiliated at how she looked, her crotch was so open, her panties just barely covering her sex, a few stray strands of hair peeking out from beneath them.Her naked thigh was now completely exposed.She heard the sound of a motor, the bar again rising up higher, Melissa having to stand on her toes to continue to grip it tightly.

Bill liked how she looked, her sex so openly display.He imagined how she would look if her panties were gone, how her sex would be opened up.Soon, he thought, soon I will have her naked, maybe next week.“Good girl, Melissa, your mother would be proud of you.Such nice thighs, such smooth skin,” his hands beginning to run over the pink flesh exposed.He felt her body trembling, partially from holding such a taut position, partly in fear as his hands continued to rub her skin within inches of her panty covered sex.He moved closer to her, his hip banging into her panty covered pussy on purpose, pressed hard against it.He could feel her pussy lips beneath the scanty garment.

She had never felt anything like it.His body was rubbing against her sex.The thin, silk panties did little to cover her vagina.She felt one hand grip her leg at the knee.

“SSSLAAP,” the noise rang out in the room.

“OOOOW, god, that hurts,” she cried out as his hand slapped hard against her tender thighs.

He rubbed the spot he had hit, feeling the heat already, seeing the pink skin already turning redder.“SSSLLAAP, SSSSLLLAAAP,” again, this time twice in succession, feeling her body shudder in pain.His hands returned to caress the hot flesh.He continued to rain down slaps to her sensitive inner thighs, her body shuddering in pain as he did.But she maintained the position, held the bar tightly, making no attempt to stop the punishment.Her thigh was turning a dark red.He switched to the leather fly swatter, the intensity of the slapping increasing.

After a few minutes, he stopped, turned Melissa the other way and put her other leg up high on the desk.He now had fresh, pale skin to work on.He immediately began to strike her untouched flesh with the fly swatter, the splats ringing out in the room.She had begged him not to do the other leg, laughing as he rejected her pleas.

“What are you doing, don’t touch me there, please,” she begged.She felt his large hand grip her panty covered sex, his finger slipped between her pussy lips.

“I just want to make sure I don’t accidentally hit your pussy with the fly swatter.You’re not ready for that yet.You want me to protect you, don’t you Melissa.I’m only watching out for your best interests.You want my hand on your pussy don’t you?”

Melissa squirmed as she felt the pulsating hand on her pussy.
This was the first time any boy or man had ever touched her there.She could feel the heat from it, it moving slowly, wedging itself between her pussy lips.She could not move away from it, only able to jerk her hips back a little, but having to return or losing her balance.It looked like she was trying to rub up and down against it.She tried to hold still, pushing against the hand, forcing it further between her pussy lips as she did.

He could feel the heat and wetness on his fingers as he gripped her sex.He continued on with the slapping of the fly swatter, letting his finger move slowly, rubbing around her pussy as he continued to abuse her thigh.

“Oh, god, that hurts, please, aren’t you finished yet, it burns so bad,” she cried, tears running down her cheeks as she stood there, spread and open and submit to his spanking and fondling of her flesh.

Bill stopped, moving his hard cock against her leg, both of his hands reaching down between her legs, one in front, the other grabbing at her spread ass cheeks, gripping them tightly, making her feel his hard cock on her flesh.

“No, please, no, don’t touch me like that,” she cried out, but was unable and unwilling to stop him.She felt his hands touch her, not accidentally but gripping her from the front and rear in his large hands, clenching and unclenching on her almost naked sex.She stood there, subjecting herself to his fondling, feeling his fingers running over her almost naked flesh.

Finally he released her, stepping back to admire her body.Her face was flushed, her thighs and stomach a dark red, the black panties and bra in sharp contrast, standing still in her shoes and socks, now seemingly out of place.He walked over to the couch and sat down.

Melissa picked up her sweater and skirt, and began to pull the sweater over her head.

“Not yet, Melissa.I want you still in your underwear.Come over here and sit next to me.”

“Please, let me get dressed first, please,” begging, feeling more naked and vulnerable then ever before.

“No, over here now,” patting the couch besides him.

She sat down next to him, her legs clenched tightly together.

“Closer,” putting his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him.He felt her scoot closer, unable to prevent him from having his way.He moved his head closer to hers, his face only inches from her cheek.“You’ve been a good girl, Melissa.You’re almost done now.Just obey a little more and you can go.”

Melissa felt revulsion as he cuddled her as if she was his girlfriend.His face was only inches from hers.“What, what do you want now?”She felt him grab one of her hands and place it in his lap.She felt something hard, his penis and pulled her hand back quickly.“No, not that.”

“Now, now, Melissa, obey, you don’t want me to slap your thighs again.I have a riding crop I could use on them.”He pulled her hand back, feeling her resistance, then her muscles relaxed and he dragged his hand over to his crotch again.His cock twitched as he felt her hand touch his pants.“Do you know what that is?”

She felt him rubbing her hand on his pants, feeling the rock hard member beneath it.“It’s, it’s your penis,” she stammered, ashamed at what he was forcing her to do.

Bill laughed, “no Melissa, it’s my cock or prick, a penis is something soft and limp.A cock or prick is hard.You may call it my prick.Can you say that?”

His hand continued to manipulate hers, feeling the penis beneath her fingers twitching.He was making her say and do things again.“Your prick,” she said, her face turning red in embarrassment.Here she was, still half naked on the couch, rubbing his prick and saying the word to him.God, would it ever end.

“I want you to rub my prick, I want you to rub it up and down like this,” forcing her hand to stroke his hard prick.“Yes, that is good, Melissa, do you know what you are doing, you are going to masturbate me, rub my prick until I cum.I know you can make me cum, your hands are so soft and gentle.”He moved closer to her face again, whispering in her ear, “I’m going to release your hand, I want you to do it yourself, OK?”He let go of her hand and waited.Her hand stopped rubbing, then began to rub again.“Good girl, such a good girl.”

Melissa could not believe what she was doing, sitting half naked on the couch while rubbing her Uncle’s prick, rubbing it until she would make him cum.God, what was her mother making her become.

“Use your other hand, and move it lower.I want you to cup my balls.They are full of hot cum waiting for your hands to coax out,” his lips only an inch from her ear.He felt her other hand reach down and tentatively grab his balls.“GGGoddd,” feeling her squeeze his balls rather hard beneath his pants, but still enjoying her stimulation of his swollen balls.“Use your other hand that is rubbing my prick and find the end of it and squeeze the head of it hard.”He let his lips run lightly over her cheek, planting tiny kisses on her face."God, your good, Melissa, have you ever done this before?”

She listened to his commands and obeyed, stroking his prick up and down, grabbing it tightly through his pants.Her other hand reached further down his pants, finding two round objects, her hand gripping them tightly and squeezing them.She heard him groan, not sure if in pain or pleasure, so she did it again, this time harder.She was rewarded with another grunt.She ran her fingers up his shaft until she reached the end and then did as he said gripping the head with two fingers and digging them into it deeply.It was hard, yet still soft, her fingers pushing into the yielding flesh.She felt proud of herself as he continued to encourage her.

She was good, she might not know what she was doing, but she was doing it intuitively, her hands making his prick harder.“Every Friday, you are going to have to make me cum, Melissa.You make my prick so hard when I punish you, you will have to relieve me before you are finished.I will teach you how to pleasure me.He reached for her head and turned her towards him, his lips reaching out and touching hers, his tongue seeking entrance to her lips.

“MMMM,” her hands stopping, her head trying to break free of his kiss.Why was he trying to kiss her?She turned her head away, her hands returning to stroke his prick again.He was getting too aggressive, treating her like she was his lover.She had to get him off soon.“OOW,” she yelped, his fingers pinching her thigh.

“Open your legs again, I want to feel those hot thighs,” his hands forcefully pushing between her legs until she relaxed them, letting them spread open.“Stroke my prick.”He looked down at her, slightly slumped in the couch next to him, her hands urgently stroking his cock, the other hand either playing with his balls or pinching the head of his prick.Her legs were spread in a wide V, the black panties outlined by her pale, white skin.His hand began to run up and down her thighs, each time moving closer to her panty covered pussy.His other hand reached up to her naked belly, running over the hot, red skin.

She could feel his fingers becoming more urgent, the one on her belly sliding lower, down over her abdomen, slipping cautiously into her silk panties, sliding down over her naked flesh.The other continued to rub her thighs, his knuckles moving against her panty covered pussy, each time with more force until he started to grind them into her pussy lips.“OOOUUCH,” he had pulled her pubic hair, yanking out a few of the hairs.It was time to end it, she begin to masturbate his prick faster, her other hand massaging his balls gently as she felt him begin to shudder.

“Oh, God Melissa, you are so good, I’m going to cum.”His hand dug down into her panties, cupping her naked pussy, a fat finger slipping between her wet pussy lips as he began to shoot inside his pants.

“Ahhhhww,” startled as she felt his hand on her naked pussy, fingers playing up and down her slit.“Sttooop,” she yelled, her other hand yanking his hand out of her panties, feeling the prick beneath her fingers begin to spasm, feeling it shudder and shake.So that is what it felt like when it came.Her fingers continued to rub the member, fingers pinching the head, hearing his groans when she did.His hand rested on top of hers, slowing her movements to a clenching and unclenching on the spewing prick inside his pants.He could feel the wetness as he shot a load of cum inside his shorts.

“You were good, Melissa, your hand was really good, did you enjoy making me cum?”

“Can I go now, Uncle Bill?Can I get dressed and leave?”

Bill nodded, satisfied.“I will see you next Friday for another punishment session, Melissa.I look forward to another enjoyable evening with your beautiful body.I have so much to teach you.”He watched as she quickly slipped her sweater over her head and pulled on her skirt, attaching it quickly so she could leave.The door slammed shut, leaving Bill slumped in the chair, his shorts wet, filled with the cum she coaxed from his balls, satisfied.

To be Continued.