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Chapter 1 - Uncle Jim I first met Sarah when we were freshmen in High School and we became good friends. She was the smartest girl in the school so I was always willing to help(?) her with homework. She was not the prettiest girl in school but that's not to say that she wasn't good looking. She didn't take any great pains to make herself overly attractive but she didn't have to as far as I was concerned. I thought she was close to perfect. Unfortunately, my shyness prevented me from telling her how I really felt or making any overtures to expand our relationship. This is the story of how that changed.
We were at her house doing our schoolwork when her Mom said she was going out. I offered to leave but she smiled. "No Bill, you can stay. I trust the two of you to stay out of trouble. I'm going to the grocery store and I'll be back in about an hour."
She left and we went back to the homework. A few minutes later I was startled to see a giant in the doorway. He stood at least six feet five inches and could easily have been a line backer for a professional football team. Sarah was just as startled albeit for a different reason. She said, "Uncle Jim, what are you doing here?
He gave her a funny look and she corrected herself, "I mean, what are you doing here now?"
He sighed, "I had to change my plans. I'm leaving tonight for New York and will be gone for a few days so I thought we could get this out of the way this afternoon. Is your mother home?"
Sarah was very nervous. "No." She quickly added, "She'll be back in an hour. We can wait till then."
Uncle Jim shook his head. "Sorry. I can't stay that long. It has to be now. Or we could put it off until Saturday."
She brightened slightly, "That's a good idea."
Her face fell as he said, "Of course, since it's for your benefit there will be the standard escalation factor compounded each day. Twenty-six tomorrow, thirty-nine on Friday and fifty-nine by Saturday. That's a bit much for one session so I'll split it. Half in the morning and the rest that evening."
She argued, "That's not fair. I'm only asking for one postponement so it should be twenty-six. It's not my fault you're not available earlier."
He was firm. "That makes no difference. You're getting a three day reprieve and that's what it costs. Argue too much and we'll do it my house."
For some reason she blanched at that threat. He continued, "What's your decision?"
She was still bargaining although it took me a minute to figure that out. She turned to me. "Bill, you'll have to go. We'll work on this stuff another time. I'll see you at school tomorrow."
I started to gather my books but Uncle Jim held up his hand to stop me. He talked to Sarah. "Nice try young lady but it's not going to work. There must be a witness and he's the only one available. It's now or Saturday and time is running out."
I didn't know what to think except that whatever they were talking about was making Sarah very uncomfortable. She was deep in thought for a minute and looked like she was ready to cry when she finally said, "We'll do it today." She turned to me. "Bill, you have to promise that you won't tell anyone about this."
I was still in the dark but I couldn't refuse her. "OK, I promise but what are we talking about?"
She gave a pleading look to her uncle and he pointed to his watch. She took a deep breath and explained, "I had a fight with Mom last night and said some things I shouldn't have."
I interrupted, "She didn't seem mad at you earlier."
She answered sarcastically, "Of course not. There's no need to be angry once you've sentenced the criminal. She's washed her hands of it and Uncle Jim is the executioner."
The man just mentioned chided her, "Be careful young lady. It's that kind of attitude that got you into trouble in the first place."
He turned to me. "Whenever Sarah needs to be punished her mother calls me. I'm sure my niece was expecting me tonight and never thought that you would have to take part. One of the most sacrosanct requirements is that her punishment not be just the two of us. A witness is essential for a number of reasons. That's where you come in. Are you willing to do that for her? As you can see, she doesn't like the alternative."
I couldn't see the problem. We were teenagers and we got into trouble. Nobody thought twice when one of us was grounded or couldn't watch TV or take phone calls and the like. It usually wasn't such a big deal that it needed a witness or anything. I was still confused about the numbers he mentioned but I agreed to stay. I could offer Sarah my sympathy afterwards and let her know she wasn't the only one to suffer an appropriate reprimand. What I wasn't prepared for was the nature of her punishment.
Uncle Jim said, "Then it's settled. Get the paddle Sarah."
My mouth dropped open as she emitted a quiet cry and left the room. Uncle Jim smiled in a funny way. "I didn't think you knew what you were volunteering to watch. While she's getting the paddle I'll explain. She's going to get spanked."
The room started to spin around. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I had to confirm it. "Spanked?"
He nodded. "Actually, that's only the preliminary. The paddle is her real punishment."
I had just asked why she didn't wait until the weekend when she came back into the room. She was holding one of those souvenir paddles. It had a cute picture of a small child with a sparks emanating from their bottom and the words "Board of Education". I never thought anyone would take them seriously but it was getting obvious that it was not just a tasteless decoration in this household. As Uncle Jim was moving a chair out from the table he told Sarah to answer my question. She was still crying lightly as she said, "I have the option of putting off the paddling but I have to agree to a 50% increase in the number of swats. Since I'm seventeen that's the starting number."
I interrupted to show my mathematical expertise. "But that makes it twenty-five and a half and he said twenty-six."
Uncle Jim was settling himself into the chair and shook his head almost sorrowfully as he explained, "I never figured out how to deliver a half of a swat so we decided to go to the next number. She's never had to wait more than one day before but I'm sticking with the formula."
I began to understand. The numbers compounded like interest. If I didn't stay to be the witness she would receive an unbearable amount of paddling. Even so, I completely understood why she had to think a long while before making her decision. If I were going to get spanked I sure didn't want any of my friends see it or even know about it. In retrospect, the next thing should not have been so surprising. I vaguely remembered my own rear end over a parent's knee. It had been many years and most of the details were a dim memory but the one constant was that there was never any clothing between their hands and my bottom. My friend was crying continuously as she unsnapped her jeans. Apparently she accepted this as nonnegotiable but she pleaded to keep her panties in their proper place. Uncle Jim looked at me and offered a compromise. He turned the chair so her head was towards me and her modesty would be maintained. I discovered later that he also allowed a minor deviation from normal. Rather than completely baring herself before getting into position he let her lay on his lap first and he pulled the panties down.
She was a normal sized girl but on this fellow's lap she really looked like a child in comparison. Her hands and feet were completely off the floor. The only way she could support herself was to grasp the rung of the chair. She raised her head to look at me but that brought fresh tears before she ashamedly put her head down. Even when her head shot up in response to a better than normal swat she studiously avoided my eyes. Speaking of those swats. They started as soon as her bottom was properly available. Uncle Jim said he didn't have the time to wait for Sarah's mother to return but that didn't mean he was going to rush the punishment. His mighty hand came crashing onto the poor girl for a very long time. She had tears in her eyes even before he started but it didn't take long for her throat to add to the obvious fact that she was not enjoying herself.
I was feeling sorry for her. It had to be embarrassing to the point of humiliation to be spanked like a little girl with me watching. I was also embarrassed but for a different reason. The scene in front of me was getting erotic. My penis started twitching when she pulled her pants down and I saw her panties. As I watched the spanking it got even harder. At first I was afraid that I was a closet sadist and enjoying her cries of pain. But I didn't really want her to suffer. I'm sure I shared her desire for him not to spank her so hard. The difference was that she probably wanted him to stop completely I just wanted him to soften the blows a little.
Then there was the bare bottom factor. I admit that I've never gotten to see a live girl without proper coverings but I've imagined it. Now there was one only a few feet away. It's true I couldn't really see it but I knew it was there and every time it bounced it was very exciting.
When he finally stopped it took her another minute or two of crying before he pulled her panties up and told her to stand. Her legs were unsteady but not so much to prevent her from jumping around and rubbing her bottom. Maybe it wasn't bare but her bottom looked delicious in the tight panties as she spun around. To be honest, I was so fascinated by what I saw that I forgot about the paddle. Unfortunately for Sarah, Uncle Jim didn't. He picked it up and said, "Enough dancing. Time to bend over."
I think she forgot I was there until our eyes met. I tried to show how that I was sympathetic but helpless to stop the proceedings. I think she got the message because she actually smiled. It was a pained smile but I couldn't shake the feeling that she was glad that I was there.
Unlike her spanking she was not on his lap. She moved to the chair and gripped the edge of the seat with her bottom pushed back in readiness. She looked up and continued to stare at me while her uncle pulled the panties down again. The only time she looked away is when the paddle landed. Then her head was weaving all around and the agony she felt was evident. As before, Uncle Jim was in no hurry and let each lesson of the paddle sink in before the next one arrived. In that time she was able to compose herself, straighten her back and legs, push her bottom out and stare at me again.
I was counting the swats and it was at number nine that she yelped and stood up to hug her rear end. In doing so I got my first look at female pubic hair. Although the view was interesting I wished it wasn't the result of the hard paddle. My erotic thoughts had vanished long ago and I had no desire to see her punished further. It was obvious she felt the same way but the decision was not ours to make. Her chastiser gently but firmly guided her back to the proper position and delivered number ten just as forcefully. I could see in his face the same signs of regret for what was happening as Sarah and I shared. However, he was a man who believed in strict discipline and did not shirk from his duty.
He had been counting the swats out loud and when he finally got to number seventeen I wondered why she remained in her position. He said, "Well?" She was sobbing but as soon as she could find her voice she said, "One more for standing up while you were paddling me."
He nodded and gave her the extra swat. Once again she remained bent over. A few second later he said, "You can get up now." and soon as he stepped back to put the paddle down she was upright and dancing again. Her rear end was a sorry sight but now that the punishment was over I could indulge in my voyeurism as she spun around and massaged her bottom. I didn't get to see very much since a small mountain blocked my view. When he stepped aside Sarah was still bouncing and rubbing but she was decently clothed. Uncle Jim put the paddle on the table and came to me. He put out his monstrous hand to shake mine and said, "I'm sorry we didn't meet under happier circumstances. Sarah's mom tells me you're a good kid and I hope she's right. What happened here is not the sort of thing Sarah would want you to share with anyone else. She's special to me and I'd hate to think what might happen if you showed a lack of discretion."
His grip on my hand tightened just enough so I got his message loud and clear. I assured him that I thought she was special too and that her secret was safe. He nodded and released my hand. As I was shaking it out to rearrange my bones he looked at the girl and then back to me. "She usually dances around like that for a while. Let her do it as long as she likes. By the way, I've invited them to dinner on Saturday and you're welcome to join us. That is, if Sarah is still talking to you."
With that he left us alone. I quickly went to Sarah and held out my arms for her. She fell against me and cried on my shoulder. After a while she pulled her head back to look at me and said, "Thank you."
I responded, "I'd think you'd hate me for seeing you get spanked like that. I'll go now but don't worry, I won't tell anyone. Aside from that I don't see what you're thanking me for."
She held me tight to prevent my departure and answered, "First of all for enabling me to get this over with and not build up penalty swats. Then for the smile you gave me as I got ready for the paddle and now for this hug. Do you really think I'm special?"
It seemed she had heard the short conversation between Uncle Jim and me and now I had to admit it to her. I had a pretty girl in my arms and I found it hard to speak. At last I threw caution to the wind and declared my feelings. "Yes I do. I could probably get good grades on my own, well maybe not as good if you weren't helping me but good enough. Anyway, the real reason I like to be with you is that I like to be with you."
That's when we had our first kiss. It wasn't much to speak of. Actually it was more of a peck on the cheek but it was special to me.
We went back at our homework with Sarah standing to do hers. When her mother came in the door she took one look at the girl and declared, "You've been crying. What happened?"
Sarah sniffled and said, "Uncle Jim was here."
Her mom was surprised, "Uncle Jim? Did he, I mean he was supposed to come this evening. He didn't really do that with Bill here did he?"
Sarah nodded. "He couldn't do it tonight and the next available opportunity was Saturday and it was going to cost me two spankings. So Yes he did and Bill was the witness. He's promised to keep it a secret and I trust him."
The older woman was still a tad upset. "I hope he had the decency to take you to another room or at least keep your panties on."
Sarah shook her head, "No and No. You know his rules. The witness has to be in the same room and all spankings are on the bare bottom. But he let me keep my panties on until I was over his lap and had my bottom pointed away from Bill so he wouldn't see anything. Of course, he heard a lot. You know how Uncle Jim spanks and neither one of us is quiet and stoic about it."
Her mother blushed at the inadvertent(?) slip that let me know that Sarah wasn't the only recipient of Uncle Jim's method of discipline. I pretended to ignore the comment and her mother said, "You poor girl. Getting one of his spankings is bad enough but to have a young man watch it must have been terrible. I had no idea that would happen or I wouldn't have told him about our argument. I'm sorry."
Sarah replied, "Don't be. I was wrong and deserved what I got. I wouldn't have chosen the way it happened either but what's done is done. I'm the one who regrets the way I talked to you last night and not just because I was punished for it."
She got up and there was a sweet mother/daughter hug. Sarah then added, "Oh, and Uncle Jim invited us to his place for dinner on Saturday and said we could bring Bill if I'm still talking to him. Is that OK with you?"
A smile accompanied the answer, "That's fine with me but are you still talking to him?"
My new girlfriend (I hoped) looked at me. "I guess I have to. He's my study partner and too good a friend to throw away. But I would like to be alone for a while. I'll see you in school tomorrow."
That night I thought about what I'd seen. I was able to push her cries of distress into the background and focused on how nice it would be if I was the one doing it. Not to punish but just for the sheer pleasure of having her delightful bottom under my hand. This was the first time I had ever associated any form of spanking with sex and I found it fascinating.
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