An Uncle’s Dilema

Mark stared at his coffee, a frown creasing his usually unfurrowed brow. What am I going to do? he wondered. How can she be like this? How does Jerry live with her? “Penny for your thoughts,” a voice interjected. Mark looked up in to the face of his old friend Carl.

“Huh? Oh, hi buddy. Sorry I was off in space somewhere. My niece is driving me crazy.”

“Heather?” Carl replied. “How is that?”

“Well, you know I agreed to let her spend the summmer here, right? Well she is a total hellion. She sleeps all day, parties all night, and leaves my house a total mess. She won’t listen to my few simple rules or requests. I mean is it too much to ask that a 16 year old be home by Midnight? When we were kids it was 10:30, she should be happy. Yet, every night, EVERY NIGHT, she comes stomping in around 3 am. Slaming the door, turning on the radio, yelling, how am I suppossed to get any sleep? She won’t clean-up after herself, she won’t help around the house, she doesn’t pay rent or help with the groceries, yet will let her friends eat all my food. It is driving me totally off my rocker. I think I’ll just have to send her home, but all that will do is make me look bad, and Heather will never change. How does Jerry put up with her?”

“Your brother thinks Heather is a little princess, which probably explains her attitude. Get me some coffee, and we will discuss your little problem,” Carl offered.

The two friends sat and talked, and the coffee cups piled up. “Really?” Mark exclained. “Spank her? But she’s 16 years old.”

“16 and a spoiled, little brat,” Carl quipped. “Belive me, I have 3 kids and nothing stops attitude faster than a burning behind. If you would ever settle down and enjoy the wonders of married life you might learn some of these things. I would have run off to join the foriegn legion years ago if Cathy and I did not properly discipline our kids. And I think I have some of the best kids this side of the Mississippi.”

Mark had to agree; Carl’s kids were angels, polite, well mannered, they did well in school. Hmmm…maybe there was something to what Carl was saying. “But Heather isn’t my daughter. Shouldn’t this be Jerry’s job?”

“It should be, but he is not doing a darn thing about it, so it looks like it is up to you. Believe me, he will thank you.” After that the conversation drifted to sports and the terrible record of Mark’s Chicago Cubs. Bidding each other goodnight the friends parted.

Mark looked at the clock. 2:30 am. He was getting sleepy. Sleepy and irritable. Where the heck is that girl? What does a teenager do at this hour? What does anyone do at this hour? Sleep! “Slam!” the door crashed shut. Ah, speak of the devil, Mark thought. “Morning Heather, how are you?”

“Huh? Uncle Mark, what the hell are you doing up? Shouldn’t you be in bed? I hear people of your advanced years need plenty of rest.” Advanced years!! I’m only 37, Mark thought indignantly. “Any way, I’m off to sleep. See you later gramps.”

“Heather, before you go to bed there are a few things we need to discuss,” Mark cautioned his niece.

She flounced into the living room and threw herself in an arm chair. In doing so more of her teenaged thighs were revealed by her short skirt than Mark thought was appropriate. “Heather, I know that at home you do what ever you please, but here things will be different. I work hard to provide a nice home and food to eat, and if you hadn’t noticed I start work at 8 am. It is difficult to work all day with no sleep thanks to your banging around. Not only that, but what do you do at this time of night? Everything is closed, even the bowling alley. And your clothes, what are you trying to do? I’ve seen hookers in less revealing outfits than that. I mean your skirt is way to short, and your shirt is…well..it…doesn’t really cover much at all. I told you when you got here that curfew was midnight. I expect that to be obeyed. Also you need to do some chores around the house. No don’t say anything! Please wait until I am finished. I expect you to do the dishes from now on and to pick-up after yourself. Is that understood? Good, and now we will discuss how these rules will be enforced. Listen carefully, Heather, this is going to impact (Mark had to smile at that) your life very soon. If any of these rules are not obeyed I will take you over my knee and spank your bare bottom. Yes, bare bottom. I have it on the best advice that a firm bare bottom spanking will solve all of our little problems. And I intend to show you how effective it can be right now.” That said Mark approached his niece and took her by the wrist.

Heather was not going to put up with this. She was almost a woman! Who did her uncle think he was? Spanked like a child? Ha! never! Yet, her struggling was all in vain. Mark’s 5’10” 180lb body soon over came her 5’2″ 105lb frame. Next thing Heather knew she was draped over her uncle’s knee with her skirt yanked up. When she felt his fingers in the elastic waist band of her panties she found her voice. “Uncle Mark, no. I’ll follow your rules. Really, I will. Don’t spank me. I am almost an adult. Uncle Mark.” Her protests were in vain, and her panties soon found a resting place around her knees.

Mark was a little surprised at how white his niece’s bottom was. Not being in the habit of seeing nude, teenage rear ends he was a little taken a back. “Been laying out I see, well at least you have the sense to keep your bikini bottoms on.” Heather blushed red as the true weight of her situation descended on her. Here she was a 16 year old woman, bare bottomed over her uncle’s knee, about to be spanked like a five year old. This was not how she expected her night of fun to end.

SPANK! the first smack to Heather’s behind took both of them by surprise. Heather was surprised by the sting and Mark by the noise. Oh well, his neighbors shouldn’t mind too much. SPANK! SPANK!! SLAP!! SLAP! SMACK!! SPANK! Mark continued to lay sharp slaps onto his niece’s bottom. Heather screwed her eyes up and bit her lip. She was not going to give her Uncle the satisfaction of letting him know her bottom was stinging. SPANK! SLAP! SPANK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SLAP!! SPANK! Mark was beginning to get the hang of this spanking thing. SPANK! SLAP! SMACK! MArk spanked on and on in an easy rhythm.

Heather was not getting the hang of spanking. She was not happy at all. How could her bottom burn so much? it was terrible, but she was not going to cry out or make noise. No. She would not. She was an adult…but, ow, it hurts. Yes, it really stings…ow…no she wouldn’t…no. Heather stuffed some of her long, blonde hair into her mouth. That would muffle any cries that slipped out. She would show him. Yes, she would.

Mark glanced at the clock. 2:50. He had been spanking Heather for 10 minutes now with no response. Was this working? Her bottom sure was getting red, but he did not seem to be making much of an impression. Well, I’ll just try harder, he mused. SPANK! SLAP!! SPANK!! Mark began to rain harder more rapid spanks down on his naughty niece’s reddening rear. SMACK! SMACK! SPANK! SPANK! he was really laying it on now. Heather was besides herself. This really hurt. She bit her lip like her life depended on it. SPANK! SPANK!! SPANK!! SMACK!!

All of a sudden Heather broke. She couldn’t take it anymore. Tears streamed out of her eyes and she began to sob. “Uncle Mark, I’m sorry. Really I am. Please! I won’t be late again, and I will obey all your rules. I’m sorry I was so terrible.” Mark stopped immediately, and helped his repentant niece to her feet. She looked so sorry with tears running down her pretty face that Mark’s heart melted.

“I know you’ll be good, Heather. Now why don’t you go on up to bed.” That being said they both found their respective rooms.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!! BEEP!

Mark woke up feeling less than rested. Damn alarm clock he muttered. After a quick shower and shave he felt more human, but
still about 5 weeks behind on sleep. As he stumbled towards the kitchen he heard somone else moving around. That’s weird he thought. Entering the kitchen he got a huge surprise. On the table was eggs, bacon, toast, and a big glass of orange juice. And standing their smiling was Heather! “Morning Uncle Mark. I thought you might like to start your day off with some breakfast. I’m really sorry if I have been causing you to lose sleep. It won’t happen again. I love you very much and will be a model niece from now on.” Mark was amazed. Heather crossed the room and hugged him tight. “Thank you for caring enough to spank me Uncle Mark. If I ever act badly again, please see to it that I am soundly corrected.” With that, a very confused, but happy uncle sat down to a great breakfast. Maybe this spanking thing works after all, Mark mused. Well that’s one I owe Carl….

The End.