Melissa's mother laid out clothes for her tonight. It was Friday night again, almost 7 p.m. "You better start getting ready, Melissa. You don't want to me late for Uncle Bill." She looked down at the clothes on the bed. Again, clothes that would make her look younger. A short skirt, even shorter then before, red plaid, classic schoolgirl. This time it was a tee-shirt, a very expensive tee shirt, soft, plush material. It wasn't meant to be loose fitting, it was made to cling to a nice pair of breasts. There was no bra. Panties were red, very silky.
Melissa came into the room from the shower, a short towel covering her naked body, sweet smelling and fresh. A lamb being led to the slaughter. She had been dreading Friday night all week, hoping that her mother would not make her go into Uncle Bill's library again. Her mother telling her to take a shower and not be late made her cringe, knowing that she would again have to endure Uncle Bill's punishment and the molesting of her young body.
"I'm going out, I wouldn't be late. Now you be a good girl and obey Uncle Bill. I have to rush, the girls are waiting outside." She rushed out the door, not wanting to see the pleading expression on Melissa's face as she left. It's not so bad, I went through it when I was young. And soon, they would find a place of their own, a place where Uncle Bill would not control them.
Melissa began to dress, dropping the towel to the floor, catching a glimpse of her naked body in the mirror. Her breasts were small, but each capped with such a lovely pink nipple, surrounded by a dark areola, contrasting the white, pale breast flesh. Her hips and ass were filling out, her tiny, blonde bush barely able to cover her puffy pussy lips. She slipped the red panties on, the feeling of the silky materials so nice after the cotton panties she wore during the week. She pulled the skirt on, trying to pull it down, barely able to cover mid thigh. She pulled the tee shirt over her head, smothering it down, almost like a second skin. The soft material clung to her young breasts, molding around them. She turned red when she saw how hard her nipples had become, poking out the thin material. She glanced at the clock, only five minutes, hurrying to finish dressing and running down to the library to arrive just as the grandfather clock in the hall rang seven chimes.
She opened the door, Uncle Bill already comfortable in his chair, wearing a smoking jacket, looking up as she entered. "Good evening, Uncle Bill."
"Why, you certainly look lovely tonight Melissa. Step closer, so I may see better," motioning her over to him.
She stood in front of him, her arms raised up, hiding her hard nipples.
"What are you trying to hide from me, Melissa? Lower your hands to your side."
She lowered her eyes to the floor, not wanting to see his expression as her hands lowered, her breasts now uncovered.
"Such a lovely top, Melissa. I like how it clings to your small breasts. And look at your nipples. They seem to be trying to bust out," laughing as he said it.
"Please, Uncle Bill, don't tease me. The boys already do that at school."
He stood up and walked next to her. "I'm sorry. I told you I love small breasts like yours." His hand reached out and cupped one of her breasts, softly snuggling it in his palm. His finger rubbed gently over the nipple, feeling the blood rushing to the tip. He felt her body shudder.
She couldn't believe she was letting him, but she did. His hand was cupping one of her breasts, his finger stimulating the hard nipple. He was the only one that appreciated her breasts, everyone else made fun of how small they were. She knew it was wrong that he was fondling her young breast, but she could not stop the only person that liked them. She felt his hand move across her chest to cradle the other one, his fingers again pinching lightly on her nipple, feeling it get even harder. She looked down, embarrassed as she saw his hand squeezing her breast, his finger rubbing her nipple.
Then she remembered why she was here. Uncle Bill brought her to be punished. "Please, Uncle Bill, stop," pulling away from him.
Uncle Bill was almost feeling sorry for her. Damn, can't let feeling get in the way of good sex. "You're right Melissa, let's get back to why you are here. It is time for you to be punished for being a bad girl. Like all little girls that are bad, they need a spanking to punish them and that is what you will get today."
"No, I'm too old for a spanking, Uncle Bill," she cried out.
"Nonsense, you are never too old for a spanking and that is what you will receive today." He sat back down, this time on a wooden chair he had brought over. A chair without arms so that lovely Melissa could be bent over his lap, her ass ready for a spanking.
"Now get over here quickly before I increase your punishment. I could use a belt instead of my hand. Would you like that Melissa, a nice thick leather strap on your ass?"
She began to sob, going from bad to worse. "No, Uncle Bill, not a belt. That would hurt too much."
"Over here, I want you over my lap, your head hanging down the side. Quickly now, before I change my mind and get the belt," he threatened. He smiled as she submissively moved over to him, situating herself to the side of him.
She felt his hand reach out and push down on her side, guiding her down onto his lap. Lower and lower she went until her head moved down towards the floor, the upside down position making her a little dizzy. Her hands reached for the floor, trying to steady her body, feeling like she was going to slide off and fall on the floor. She could already feel his hard penis pushing into her stomach, her weight pushing her down onto it. She felt the cool air on her legs, not knowing how naked she really looked, the short skirt had not covered much before, the bent over position of her body drew it up even higher.
"That's a good girl, Melissa. You must take your punishment." His hand moved over her back, down towards her upraised ass. His cock jerked against her stomach as he saw her naked legs, the short skirt had ridden high up her thighs, a peak of red panties showing. He molded his hand over her ass cheeks, feeling her body tense as he intimately grabbed her ass cheeks in his palms, grabbing them tightly as he caressed the young flesh before him. Back and forth his hand went, gliding over the taut flesh, feeling her body move about, rubbing over his hard cock. His hand moved lower, her body jumped when his hand trailed down to her naked thigh.
She could only imagine how naked her legs were, his hand now traveling down her butt only a short distance before it reached her naked thigh. God, she thought, it must be almost up over my panties, his hand on her naked thighs only inches from her panty covered sex. She squirmed, feeling the penis moving against her like a snake, jumping and twitching.
"Such lovely thighs you have. I so enjoyed punishing them last time. Such tender skin, especially here," grabbing her roughly between her legs, clenching painfully onto the sensitive skin. She jerked again, his cock thrilled with her movements. "Can you feel how excited you are making my cock, Melissa? You are going to have to make me cum again."
"Brace yourself, Melissa. His hand rose and fell hard onto her right ass cheek, slapping hard into the young flesh.
"EEEEhh," yelled Melissa, a burning sensation in her buttock. God, would she be able to stand it. The blows came suddenly and without let up. One, two, three, four in a row, alternating between each butt cheek, the burning spreading to her whole buttocks. Then he stopped, his hand returning to lightly caress her cheeks again, moving back and forth from one to the other. At least the pain had stopped, enduring the fondling of her body again.
Uncle Bill's cock jerked each time he struck her ass, loving the feeling of his hand hitting her ass cheeks. His hand even stung a little, but that was immaterial to the sexual excitement he was feeling as he spanked her young ass. "You're being a good girl, Melissa. But I think your skirt is taking too much of the brunt of the spanking." He began to pull her skirt up over her plump buttocks, her ass cheeks straining the red panties. He tucked it above her waist, his hand returning to her panty covered ass cheeks. "Much better, Melissa, you have such a nice ass," his hand rubbing the flesh as he spoke.
She could feel her butt being uncovered, squirming on his lap but unable or unwilling to stop his fondling of her young body. She had to endure whatever he did to her, for her mother and her sake. She began to cry, tears running down her cheeks as she felt the hands continuing to molest her body.
"EEEEEEGGGGG," the hand coming raining down on her panty covered ass cheeks again, this time more painful, the silky panties little cushion for the powerful strokes of his hand. Four times, then the hand returning to fondle her body.
Uncle Bill could feel the heat in her ass cheeks from the spanking, his hands running over her cheeks. He could not wait much longer, wanting to see her naked ass, seeing how red he was making it. "So much better, Melissa, I can feel the heat in your ass." His hand slapped down again, four rapid blows to her cheeks, her body bouncing up and down each time her struck her. His cock jerked when he heard her sobbing, her cries of pain making him harder.
Her butt cheeks went from burning sensation to be extremely painful. His hand continued to beat down on her flesh, then returning to caress her ass like a lover would do, her body tense, waiting for the next blows. "EEEEHHH," four more blows, moving lower down onto the gentle up swell of her buttocks, part of his hand slapping her naked thighs.
He could see her thighs turning red where he had hit them. "Relax, Melissa, I'm going to lower your panties. I want to spank your naked ass."
She looked up, "No, NO," her eyes pleading with him, her tear stained face begging him not to strip her butt naked.
"SSSSH, Melissa, it will be all right, stroking her face. Now back down so I can lower your panties and continue your spanking. You want to get it over, don't you?"
She could only sob, her head falling back down, resigned to the fate of being stripped naked. She felt his fingers at her waistband, pulling out on the thin garment, pulling them slowly down her buttocks. He was teasing her, letting her feel the humiliation as he slowly uncovered her naked butt. "No, No," feeling a hand slip inside her panties, now grabbing her naked flesh, rubbing and gripping her young butt.
He had never felt such nice flesh before. It had been a long time since he was with a young girl, not since he was the same age. He had almost forgot how good the taut, young flesh felt as he ran his hands over it, gripping the skin between his fingers, his cock jerking in anticipation. He pulled his hand out and let her panties slide down over her hillocks, her plump ass cheeks beckoning him. He could see her cheeks already turning red. His hand ran up and down her ass crease, watching her buttocks clench tight, teasing her with his fingers, trying to prevent him from entering between them. He would leave that for later.
His hand rose up and came slamming down on her naked ass, the sound of flesh meeting flesh ringing out in the library. He body bounced up and down, her head shaking back and forth, crying as she suffered the spanking. Her ass cheeks turned bright red, each cheek bearing the punishment she had received.
Her ass was a mass of pain, the spanking taking a terrible toll on her young body. His hand returned to caress her again, clenching her buttocks, her thighs pressed tightly together to keep his molesting fingers and hands off her most intimate charms.
He let her have her way, fighting his roving hand. He would make her submit later, when he was ready to cum. He spanked her again, her cries now louder then before, her ass cheeks now sensitive to anything touching the hot flesh. Four more times he beat her naked ass, finally stopping, her head hanging down, her breathing rapid. He let his fingers linger on her ass cheeks, teasing her ass crease, moving up and down, his finger reaching almost down to her pussy, her body jerking away in defense. "Very good, Melissa, you did well. You may get up now."
He watched as she rose up, her panties still below her ass cheeks, the skirt falling down to cover them. She reached back, pulling them up, a small moan as the pain returned when the fabric hit her hot, sensitive flesh.
"Over to that chair, Melissa, we are almost done."
"No, don't spank me anymore. My butt hurts so bad, I don't think I can even sit down."
He pushed her over to a large, wooden chair, the back going up at least four feet. He placed a pillow on the seat and pushed her down into it. "Raise your arms up, Melissa, hurry up or it's back over my lap for more spanking."
She did not know what was in store for her, but anything was better then more spanking. Or so she thought. Her arms rose up, moving up the back of the chair.
"Hold still," Uncle Bill moving to the bottom of her tee shirt and slowly pulling it up her body.
Melissa's hands rushed back down as she felt Uncle Bill begin to strip off her tee shirt. "No, not that, please not that."
Uncle Bill slapped at her hands, "put your hands back up, now!"
Melissa complied, the tone in his voice very demanding. She felt the tee shirt moving up over her breasts, the cool air dancing on her nipples, plucking them into hardness. She felt it pulled over her head, now naked to the waist. She started to put her hands down.
"No, I didn't tell you to do that, back up," he ordered her, his voice showing his irritation with her disobedience.
She stretched them back up, her tits riding up high, her nipples pointed and hard. She did not notice the leather straps on the back, not until she felt one of them being secured around her wrist. "WWWHHaatt," she cried out, but Uncle Bill was quick, securing her wrist tightly into the leather strap, her arm pulled up straight into the air, pinned against the back of the chair. She was resigned to her fate as she let him secure her other arm with a similar leather strap. "What are you doing, Uncle Bill? Please," she begged.
He secured more leather straps to her arms, this time at her elbows, her arms now pinned securely. He had so wanted to touch her naked breasts as he stripped off her tee shirt, but he waited, waited until he had her secured. His hands reached down to her small breasts, his hand cupping them again like before, his fingers feeling the young, naked flesh beneath them. He crushed them with his hands, feeling the spongy flesh under his grip, his fingers playing over the hard nipples, pinching them.
She moved her body, but was unable to escape his molesting hands and fingers as they played freely over her naked breasts. When his hands moved down her sides, she shifted her hips in the chair, hoping to escape the roaming hands, not even caring about the pain in her butt cheeks as the tender skin chaffed on the hard chair.
"I can fix that, Melissa," his hand finding another leather strap, this time a fat, three inch strap that he secured around Melissa, sitting up high on her hips, pinning her to the back of the chair.
"Why, what are you going to do, Uncle Bill, please, please untie me? I don't like it," she begged.
His hand returned to her face, pushing the hair from her eyes. "Shhh, we're not finished with your punishment yet, Melissa."
"You're not going to spank me again, no, don't do that." She was confused, he could not get to her butt in the position he had her in. She had a bad feeling, a feeling of impending doom.
His hands returned to her breasts, loving the feeling as he molded them with his hands, his fingers plucking at her nipples, snapping at the hardening buds. "Why your breasts, of course, Melissa, I'm going to punish your breasts," smiling as he continued to fondle her tits.
The shocked look came first, then the incoherent babbling as she tried to fathom what he had said. He couldn't mean her breasts. They are so sensitive, who would be so evil to think of punishing a women's breasts. "Whatttt, do you mean, my breasts? You wouldn't Uncle Bill," she exclaimed.
"That is exactly what I mean. I will begin with some slapping of your breasts, paying close attention to your nipples. Then I will stretch them up by your nipples and take a riding crop and whip them from top to bottom. I will enjoy when I hit your areolas and your nipples. That is why you are tied so securely. I don't want you to be able to escape the whip."
His hands moved up to her face again, pushing her head back against the back of the chair, suddenly finding another strap which he secured around her forehead, not allowing her to see what he would do to her breasts, her eyes situated only forward. She felt the slap first, then the pain as his open hand slapped her breast upward, making the small tit dance up, jiggling as the sting registered in her brain. "OOOWWW," unable to comprehend this evil punishment. She did not have to wait long before she felt his hand return, this time hitting her other breast, feeling the firm globe bounce around, her nipple taking the brunt of the slap. "OOOOWWW," she cried out again, her breasts still moving up and down.
"I told you I loved small tits, Melissa. I love to spank them and whip them. So firm, the whip will bite into them so painfully, not much flesh to absorb the blow." His hand returned to slapping her tits, making them bounce back and forth, the firm, young breasts bouncing around, not even stopping before he returned to slap them again. He could see them turning red, the nipples swollen, her moans of pain growing louder.
She could not believe the pain he was inflicting on her young body. Her breasts were rocked with pain, a burning pain emanating from her nipples. They seemed to be swollen to twice their size, making them easier targets. Suddenly he stopped, his hands returning to caress her globes again, his hands cradling the pain racked flesh, his fingers flicking across the swollen nipples. She felt his fingers playing with one of her nipples, twisting and turning it painfully. Suddenly she felt something touch it and tighten on. She groaned in pain, as it squeezed the hard nipple tighter, cutting into the tender flesh. The same happened to the other, first the fingers, then the pain.
Her eyes staring straight ahead first caught a glimpse of it as Uncle Bill pulled it in front of her face before it went out of her eye sight, moving above her. It was a string, then two, pulled tightly in front of her. He must have attached the strings to her nipples.
"Yes, I have tied the strings to your nipples. Very tight, they will not pull off." He slowly began to pull the two strings, Melissa eyes widening in pain and fear as she felt her nipples being pulled from her body, the straps keeping her pinned to the chair, her nipples stretching painfully. They were pulled almost two inches long, the tiny nipples turning white as the blood was pushed from them.
"GGGODDDD, that hurts, how can you do that to a girls nipples, please, no more," she begged as she sobbed in pain, tears running down her pretty face, her mouth grimacing in pain.
"A little more, Melissa, then I will begin to whip your breasts," showing her the riding crop he would use on her small breasts.
"No, not that, please, no," she begged the intense pain returning to her nipples as he pulled the string tighter. He stopped, feeling the fumbling, knowing that he was tying the string to something, the strain on her nipples continuing.
Uncle Bill pulled his cock out of his pants, stroking it as he looked down at Melissa. Naked from the waist up, her arms stretched up into the air, bound tightly in two places to the back of the chair, thrusting her tits out. And her tits, her nipples encircled by the tight string and pulled up to the top of the chair, the nipples over two inches long, stretching her breasts out and up. He rubbed the whip on the underside of her breast, feeling her body jump in response.