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Chapter 3 - A Little More About Uncle Jim
I think it was the next day when we started talking about our favorite subject that I asked about her uncle. Which side of the family was he from and had he always been the one to punish her? She smiled and explained, "Actually, he's not really related to us. As far back as I can remember he's been a close friend of the family and he's always been Uncle Jim to me. Dad died when I was a baby and I don't remember anything about him but Uncle Jim has always been there. He's like a father to me and since I know you can be trusted, he's been like a husband to Mom if you know what I mean. They think it's a big secret but I've known that they have sex together for a long time. I don't see why they don't get married. Anyway, I don't remember the first time he spanked me but for some reason Mom always called him to see to my punishment when I needed it."
I asked about the paddle and she said, "I remember that all too well. We had gone on a trip together when I was about ten or eleven and I was acting like a real brat. Mom threatened me with a spanking (which meant she would get Uncle Jim to do it) but I didn't take her seriously. Then she saw that paddle in a store and before I knew what was happening it and I were taken to Uncle Jim's hotel room where it and I became well acquainted. It came home with us and has been a part of all my spanking since. Not that there has been that many but enough to keep it from getting too dusty hanging in the closet. Once I started to, um, develop, Uncle Jim made the rule about always having a witness so there would never be any hint of him taking unfair advantage of me. I remember being totally embarrassed when I had to bare my bottom but that's the way all my spankings have always been and no amount of argument could sway him from that. I never gave that witness business much thought since Mom has always been there to make sure that I got all I deserved. I thought I would die of humiliation when realized I had to get my spanking with you watching but now I can't wait for the time when I get to bare my bottom for your hand."
She says the sweetest things sometimes.
As long as we were on the subject of his spankings I said, "There was one or two things about that afternoon that intrigue me. First, as if the large number of swats wasn't enough he threatened to give them to you at his house. What was that about? And is it true that he's spanked your mother too or did I misinterpret your remarks?"
She smiled again. "No, you didn't misinterpret anything. Both things you mention are related in a way. Uncle Jim was at our house when Mom told him about something I had done wrong. Of course, the spanking I got was entirely expected although I might add not universally appreciated. Uncle Jim usually holds me afterwards but not that time. I was left doing my after-paddle dance while he turned to Mom. I don't remember exactly what he said but in essence Mom had some responsibility for the trouble I got into and she was going to get punished also. I stopped my wriggling and stared. Unbelievably she agreed and moved to the chair. I think they totally forgot about me and I tried to blend into the wall. Uncle Jim sat down and Mom followed the same procedure I do. She pulled her slacks and panties down and went over his lap. I'll admit I was surprised but not scared. Spankings from Uncle Jim were just another part of life for me and I saw no reason to question that he did the same for Mom. And the way she went over his lap so easily I knew this wasn't the first time she made that trip."
She continued, "It was fascinating to watch. I was aware that I cried and pleaded during my spankings and it didn't take Mom long to do the same. I never knew how long he spanked me but it always felt like forever. So I really can't compare the amount of time she was under his hand. What I can say is that it was a prolonged application. She stood up and I couldn't help myself, while she was pulling her clothes back up I asked why she didn't get the paddle too. I don't know what Mom was going to say but just as she opened her mouth Uncle Jim spoke. He said the paddle was for little girls but he was going to take Mom to his house for something more suited to a grown woman. Mom's mouth dropped open. I got the feeling she thought the punishment was over because she started pleading with him not to use the strap. I had never heard of this thing but I kept my questions to myself as he told her that arguing was just going to make it worse. Then they sent me to bed and left."
"The next morning we both had trouble sitting comfortably at breakfast. I asked Mom what happened at Uncle Jim's but she just shook her head and told me that it was none of my business. The only thing she said was that I should be happy I only got the paddle. The next time I was at Uncle Jim's house I snuck around and tried to find it but no luck."
She grimaced as she remembered the next part. "I forgot all about the strap and that was a big mistake. Shortly after I started high school I did something and Mom started calling Uncle Jim to deal with me. I stomped my foot and told her I was too old to be paddled. She put the phone down and said, 'Maybe you're right. Let's go for a ride.' I was so proud of myself for standing up to her I didn't notice where we were going until we got to Uncle Jim's house. The way she took my hand and almost dragged me to the door made me think my self-congratulations were a bit premature."
"After a brief explanation to Uncle Jim he nodded his head and escorted me to a chair where he sat down and pulled me over his lap. I was in shock because I still had my pants on but even so he got my attention. Normally he just spanks without saying much of anything since Mom has already given me whatever lecture was necessary but not that day. Between his hand jarring me he explained that the if, when, where, and how of my punishments were not my decisions to make. He made his point. When he put me on my feet again and told me to bare my bottom I got my pants and panties down in record time."
"When I was face down again he gave me the traditional spanking and, as it usually does, it seemed to take forever. I'm always very aware that the spanking is just the start but his hand focuses my brain on the here and now and thoughts of the paddling afterwards fade away. This time it was different. Of course I was crying, begging, pleading, apologizing like crazy but that's nothing new. But even though it was one of his better ones I couldn't drive the thought of what was waiting for me next. It was as bad as I feared."
She stopped for a breath for a moment. "Instead of standing me up so I could bend over the chair he just carried me to the end of his couch and plopped me over one arm. Mom was standing by with this horrible looking thing in her hand. I think it was one of his old wide belts so you can imagine how big it was. I guess she got it from wherever he kept it during my spanking. He took the strap and told Mom to hold my hands so my arms were straight out in front of me. As you saw, getting up during a paddling earns an extra swat so I've learned to remain in position as much as possible. The fact that they thought it necessary to hold me down scared me as much as that fearsome strap. I didn't have much time to dwell on that concept before it landed. There's no way to explain how much it hurt. That one stroke was like a dozen with the paddle and I still had more to come. Each one was worse than the last and there's no way I could've stayed in position. As it was poor Mom had her hands full keeping me from leaping up."
"When it was over I just lay there sobbing for the longest while. When I could finally stand Mom and Uncle Jim held me close. The strap was nowhere in sight and that was fine with me. They hugged me and let my cry."
"It's funny now that I think of it. Uncle Jim had seen me naked from the waist down so many times but it's always been for one reason. When I stopped crying I realized that I still had my clothes around my ankles and was terribly embarrassed. They actually laughed at my frantic efforts to cover myself."
"On the way home I wanted to crawl into the back seat but Mom made sit in front with her. She said it was part of the punishment and added that for her it was worse since she had to drive home with her bottom in a similar state when he gave her the strap. I asked her how she was able to stay in position for it. She laughed in a weird way as she explained that it wasn't a problem since that Uncle Jim ties her down. Then she has no choice except to stay there and take whatever he has in mind. She ominously added that she had a hard time holding me so if I had to go back there for another dose she would ask Uncle Jim to affix me to the couch the same way. That scared me but her use of the word 'if' gave me a little hope. She saw my face and asked if I still held the view that I was too old for the previous method. I promised that I would never balk at the paddle again. I still don't know where they keep that strap and frankly, I don't care if I never see it again. Whenever I'm sentenced to be paddled I think of how it could be much worse and that helps. When Uncle Jim made that comment about moving the punishment to his house he was subtly reminding me that the strap was the alternative. So you see why I wisely decided to let you witness my punishment."
She giggled and smiled, "And I'm glad you did."
I moved around the table and kissed her. I should explain that in one of our early discussions about fantasy spankings I suggested using a belt on her bottom and she had stiffened and immediately rejected the idea. I now understood why so you can imagine my surprise when she fingered the end of my belt and asked if I had any rope. She laughed but I wasn't sure she was just kidding so I tested her. We had decided that when we actually got around to our spanking it would start over my lap but then she would bend over as if she was getting the paddle. Then I would use my hand again but now I had another idea. I unbuckled my belt and drew it out of the loops. I handed it to her and said, "How about if I use this when you're in the paddle position?"
She felt it and ran it through her fingers. Then she looked towards the stairs as if to see if my mother was descending them. She didn't say a word as she got up, turned her chair around, handed me the belt and put her hands on the chair with her bottom sticking out. Then she whispered, "It won't hurt too much through my pants. Give me one as hard as you can."
I stepped back and did as the lady commanded. The crack as it landed was very loud. I listened carefully for some indication that it had been heard upstairs while Sarah did a few knee bends with her hands still on the chair. She moaned a little. "Oh, that brings back unpleasant memories."
I apologized but she held up one hand to stop me. "Don't. I asked you to do that. Wait a minute."
She did a few more gyrations and then said, "That stung but nowhere near the ones I got from Uncle Jim. I wonder if it left a mark?"
I was a little slow catching on until she used her free hand to unsnap her jeans and pull the zipper down. Then she put both hands on the chair, thrust her bottom out even more and asked the question again. Even unsnapped her pants were snug especially when being drawn over her rear end in that position but I prevailed. I slyly said, "I don't see one but there's some cloth in the way."
She was breathing harder and quietly said, "Take my panties down."
For a second time that day I followed her command. I was listening carefully for maternal footsteps as I slowly uncovered the world's nicest rear end. My breathing was getting deeper also as I quietly announced that what I saw was blemish free. At least to the unaided eye. A true investigation required tactile exploration. I had put my on her bottom through her clothes but that was nothing like the feel of her bare skin or the slight tremor I felt when I first made contact. It took all my willpower not to take the clothes gathered at her thighs and get them off completely. With a sigh I returned them to their proper place and she stood up. She glanced down but just as my eyes were insufficient when searching for welts she felt that her fingers had to verify that I thought what we had just done was sexy. Oh, those wonderful fingers and since she had slightly broken our 'Keep the clothes on' rule it was only fair that part of me was brought out from hiding but I won't go into that.
One final note before I end this chapter. The next day we met at her house and I was looking at Sarah's mother in a different light. Every time she walked by or said something to us I tried to picture her tied down to a piece of heavy furniture with her bottom bared and getting whipped with a large strap. I thought I was being surreptitious but Sarah caught me. She passed me a note that said, "Stop staring at my mother. It's my bottom you're going to spank, not hers. Get back to work." Then she giggled and as her mother had left the room Sarah stood up, turned around and mooned me. It was a most enjoyable celestial event.
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