A call from Samantha (M/F hand, slipper, belt)

[sgtjoe]

19-year-old Sarah lives under house arrest in the home of her firm 29-year-old sister Shirley and strict brother-in-law, Seargent Joe.
The story begins at viewtopic.php?f=3&t=2093 Sarah's House Arrest Begins (M/F in a thong)
The most recent in the series is at viewtopic.php?f=3&t=2326

Today's story introduces Joe's niece, Samantha

When the phone rang, Shirley and I were on the sofa Friday evening watching a show on A&E. Sarah sat in the arm chair with her legs curled up under her. The phone was next to her so she picked it up as I muted the TV.

"Correctional?", she said obviously worried. "I met my officer last week ... oh, Dallas? Yeah, Joe's here."

She handed me the phone, but I already had an idea. My niece, Samantha was in trouble. The odd thing was that she'd call me.

The voice on the other end was crying. "Uncle Joe, please help me. Please get my car out of impound and bail me out. It was just a couple drinks. I don't want to lose my job."

"Hey, slow down and tell me about it." She never called my "Uncle", being just 7 years younger than me. Well, only very rarely. And I couldn't imagine her losing her job. She worked at her dad's law firm.

As she told it, she'd been upset about something at work and had gone out for a drink. Well, a couple. Maybe 3. But no more, honest! 3 blocks from the bar she'd run a red light and been pulled over. She was in the lockup and her car was in impound. She wanted me to bail her out and be sure to get the car.

"Samantha , you know I'll help you, but I'm in Virginia! Have you asked your dad? He's right there in town, right?"

"No, don't tell Dad!"

"Samantha , you're 22 years old. What are you afraid of? Facing up to being stupid tonight?"

"Joe, Dad helped me so much through the divorce from Jack. I don't want to disappoint him. And I sure as hell don't want him kicking me out of the firm!"

"Aha, it's about the money and position! But ... oh, well, let me see if I can get a day off and a plane ticket. Should I get a hotel too?"

"No, I have a spare bedroom you can use. But please get here as soon as you can!"

I got off the phone and told Shirley and Sarah.

Shirley knew the story, but Sarah was surprised. "How can you have a niece who's 22? You're 29 like Shirley, right?"

"Right", I answered. "The short version of the story is that my mom and dad married kind of late. By the time I was born, I had a half-sister who was 13. She was a real pretty girl -- got it from Mom but cranked it up with a lot of swimming. Took 2nd place for Miss Illinois when she was 18. She went to college and surprised mom and dad, but not with her grades. At 18 she swept the most spoiled senior rich boy in the school off his feet and they were married. Who wouldn't want 18-year-old Miss Illinois material beside him in the BMW daddy gave him, right? When I was 7, my niece was born. That's Samantha. I knew her pretty well from about age 12 to 18 when we live in the Dallas area. Then I joined the Corps and she went to college. I did see her again a couple times while I was stateside." She'd acted up and gotten some "unclely" correction while she was staying with Shirley and me and again when I was at my sister's house.

After a few more questions I set to work talking with my boss and getting a ticket. Shirley was good enough to pack for me but I still stayed up until 2 AM finishing a project so I could take Monday off. At 6 AM Shirley was letting me off at the airport. I kissed her goodbye and was on my way. Luckily I got a couple hours sleep on the plane.

When I landed I found rental cars in short supply. A bunch of people were in town for a Cowboys game. So I took a taxi to the lockup. Hopefully I could use Samantha's car.

When I got to see Samantha, she looked like she'd had even less sleep than I. "Hey, Sammy, take it easy. Has bail been set?"

"It will be soon. Have you gotten my car out of impound?"

"No, I just got here. Came to see you first. What's the rush on the car?"

"No rush, it's just I don't want ... I don't want something to happen to it."

"It's probably safer in impound than on the street!"

"Please, Joe, just get it. I'll explain things later."

I leaned closer. "There's more to explain? I thought so."

Samantha, just looked embarrassed. I took care of the car. When I returned I could post bail and we left.

When we were in the car I pushed further. "Will anyone be at your apartment?" I was at the wheel, she sitting gloomily beside me. Seemed too long for a hangover, but that was how she was acting.

"No, why?"

"You might want to offer me a reason for keeping all this from your Dad."

"Look, Joe, you said you'd take care of stuff."

"I will. Actually, I largely have. But I'm not just trying to get you off the hook. That's a busy intersection you ran drunk."

"Joe, I wasn't drunk drunk, I was just"

"Just drunk enough not to know the light was red. Just drunk enough to kill somebody. Maybe yourself." I was starting to get angry, not so much at what she had done as at her unwillingness to admit she was wrong. She wasn't taking it seriously enough.

"Joe, fuck off! I'm 22 and I don't need a lecture!"

I pulled into the first parking lot I could get to. "Nope, I guess you have no more respect for me than for the law or for the people you endangered last night." I popped the trunk open to pull my bags out as I parked and pulled out my phone as I slid out of Samantha's car.

Samantha slid out of her side. "What are you doing?", she asked as I searched for a number.

"Leaving, but calling your dad first so he can try to talk sense to you."

"Joe, no!"

"Samantha, I posted bail thinking you had learned your lesson. You're hiding something or just being dumb. And you never were just dumb before. What's going on?"

"Joe, you never told Dad before."

"No. I didn't. Do you an update on that treatment?"

Samantha hesitated. "If I take a spanking, you promise not to tell Dad, right?"

"Why not just tell your dad and let him spank you?"

"I wish he'd just spank me. He'd kick me out of the firm and refuse to pay for law school. He quit spanking me when I was 15."

"OK, I'll spank you for this and keep quiet. If something else comes up, you may need another spanking."

"OK", Samantha answered resigned. "You can ..." she glanced around. No one was close enough to hear. "You can spank me for my DUI."

We got back into the car and I pulled back onto the street. Something was still bothering me. "One more thing, Samantha. What's the big deal about the car?"

"Joe, can you leave that alone?"

"Just until I'm done spanking you. Then you'll answer my questions."

"Joe ..."

"You'll answer. Because you'll want your pants back."

We drove the rest of the way in silence. After I parked in the garage, Samantha closed the garage door and hurried up to her apartment. I retrieved my luggage from the trunk and followed her.

Once inside I took charge. "OK, take your pants off. Time to pay the piper."

"Give me a couple minutes, Joe. I need to use the bathroom."

"Remove your pants first. Then you may go", I answered. It wasn't that I needed my charge down to her panties. It was that she needed to submit to make the punishment real. Submission was the part of the punishment I'd never achieved when I spanked her in exchange for keeping quiet years earlier. Samantha had thought keeping quiet was worth the spanking - at least before it started. If her dad hadn't been in the hospital at the time I wouldn't have kept quiet, but she used that as a reason. Good enough reason, too, as it was heart trouble that had him in there. And to hear Samantha tell the story, her bottom would not have survived his belt. It hadn't fared much better under mine, but that's another story entirely

Now the niece who always had acted 5 years older than her years and to whom arguing came so naturally ignored me and headed toward the larger of the apartment's two bedrooms.

"Stop!", I ordered. Samantha kept going as if she hadn't heard. Just as she closed the bedroom door, I reached it and opened it.

"Damn you, Joe, give me 5 minutes!", she said.

But in another second she was clamped between my legs bent over with her face pressed into the bedspread. Her dress slacks offered little protection to her soft bottom as I began spanking. After 10 hard swats I let her up. "Now," I said as I stood her in front of me, "we'll start over. In the living room I told you to remove your pants. Go out there and do so."

After glaring at me for a few seconds Samantha backed to the bedroom doorway and headed back toward the living room. When we got there she glared at me again holding her bottom.

"Joe, that was uncalled for. You always treated me with dignity. The Marine Corps made you into a scarcely literate barbarian!"

I cupped her chin in my hand like she were a child and turned it up toward me. "Your sharp educated tongue will not save your bottom. You agreed to a spanking and you will obey me and take it." I looked at her very hard. "How long has it been since you were spanked, Sammy?"

Samantha's eyes fell. For the first time she seemed to feel that my 11 inch height advantage and 7 years might be more than her tongue could make up for. "Last time you spanked me. 7 or 8 years ago." She'd been 15 the first time she asked me to spank her instead of telling Anderson, 16 the last time. Those had been alcohol-related too.

"Sounds like it's been too long. Are you ready to obey me or do you want more extra punishment?"

"I'll do it", she answered, beginning to unclasp her pants. I stepped back and she took them down revealing black pantyhose. Her button-up blouse hung low enough it covered most of her hips. She'd never been exactly slender and had added weight since I'd seen her, but her curvy hips and thighs were well enough toned to leave her an attractive young woman -- moreso than many women who weighed 40 pounds less. Jack had let her slip away from him after only 9 months of marriage. Though he might have found someone more attractive, he could easily have found someone less so.

"Remove the shirt too before you go to the restroom."

"It's a blouse and you said ...NO!"

I sat quickly on her sofa and pulled her across my lap. "I said you needed to obey me."

The way I'd pulled her down, her legs were to my left and her upper body to my right. I don't spank all that well left-handed, but I directed 10 swats to her hose-clad thighs. They didn't seem to think my left hand had done that bad a job. By the time I finished Samantha was fighting tears. I pushed her legs off my lap and pulled her shoulders up so she knelt in front of me.

"Now, the shirt or blouse or whatever that is", I said.

Samantha began to unbutton it and started to stand up.

"Remain on your knees", I ordered.

She obeyed silently. When her blouse came off and she laid it aside I realized that her generous breasts were even larger than I remembered and she realized her position in front of me. "Joe, I'm your niece. What are you doing?"

"Samantha, you're my niece and I'm spanking you. I'm spanking you hard. It will be painful and embarrassing. But it's just a spanking like your Daddy would give you. Spanking is no excuse for sexual stuff where it doesn't belong. I didn't get inappropriate before, did I?"

"No, Joe." Samantha paused. "I was more innocent then."

"Of course. You were 15 or 16." I took another look at her kneeling in front of me. She might just be submitted well enough to make the coming spanking do her some good. "You may use the restroom now. The close one, not the one in the master bedroom."

She rose and left. Her executive-looking heels were the only sign she was a strong accomplished woman beginning a promising career as a paralegal and entering law school the next year. She had pursued the books while I had gone to Iraq. We'd both done well at what we did and I'd done a lot of college study via correspondence courses when I had leave. Still she would rise farther financially than I ever expected to. As long as ... she didn't throw it away with stupid stuff like last night! She wasn't stuck up about her success usually. Just when she was angry did something come out about her superior education to mine.

When Samantha returned, her stride was that of a well dressed attorney ready to do battle. The fact that she was in her underwear and hose hardly diminished the effect. I retrieved one of her dining room chairs and placed it in the center of the living room. Taking my seat I pointed to a spot 5 feet in front of me. Samantha wanted to rebel, but thought better of it and went to the spot I indicated.

"Remove your hose and shoes, young lady. I will very shortly punish you."

Samantha obeyed, gracefully balancing on one foot to remove the hose from the other. "Joe, you've already spanked me", she said.

"For what?", I asked.

"Well, for driving under the influence, I guess."

"Stop guessing. You're smarter than that." I didn't intend to let any lawyer tricks save her bottom from its well-deserved fate. "What did I already spank you for?" Her legs were bare now revealing minimal lacy pink panties.

Samantha sighed. "You spanked me for not getting ready for my spanking the way you said. Joe, I'm not a little girl to be bossed around and get my ass paddled when I act up."

"No, you're not", I answered. "When I actually spank you, I'll make sure you know you're not being treated like a little girl. But since your few hours in the lockup and whatever minimal punishment you can lawyer your way into aren't enough to get you to take this seriously, you need something else. And you asked me to handle it. I handle misbehaving young women bottom up."

Samantha had no answer, so I continued. "So, who are those pink little panties supposed to impress? You seeing somebody?"

"Joe!"

"Well, it's the obvious idea."

"If I want to feel sexy at the office I will!"

"I guess. Well, tell me why you deserve, no tell me why you needto be spanked hard."

Samantha wanted to dodge as much as she could. "Well, I suppose one could posit that ..."

"No supposing what one could posit!" She had a way of angering me when she tried to outdo me with her vocabulary and I was starting to lose my cool. "I want to hear 'I need you to spank my naked ass because' ... of why it is you need your naked ass spanked!"

"My ass is not naked and I refuse to be bullied into self-incrimination!"

I pulled her across my lap. As she landed there revealing that the pink underwear was indeed minimal, a cheeky I think Shirley calls them, my right hand went to work. A half dozen swats later her bare cheeks were about the shade of her lace.

"Get in the corner", I said.

Samantha rose and went to the nearest corner, beginning to rub her bottom.

"No rubbing!", I barked. I clamped her wrists behind her back with my left hand and gave each cheek another swat with my right. "I went to some trouble to sting your rump." I gave two more swats. "I will not have you undo my work." Two more swats.

Then I walked her to the corner. "Put your hands up on the wall. Good!" I gave her 2 more swats. "Get up on your toes, nose in the corner and butt out. Good!" I gave the lace-framed protruding bottom 2 more swats.

I got myself a glass of Coke while I waited 10 minutes for the corner time to do its work. Then I went back to Samantha's corner.

"Well, young lady", I began while giving each pink cheek a swat. "Are you ready to tell me why your bare" SWAT "bottom" SWAT "needs a good" SWAT "hard" SWAT "spanking?" SWAT SWAT

"Yes, Joe, I'll say it and we can get this shit over with."

I went back to the chair and sat down. "OK, come here", I called.

As she came toward me she dropped her hands to her sides, but was careful not to rub her bottom. She was 3 or 4 sizes bigger than Shirley, but those creamy thighs were sure to draw a man's eyes. If she'd spend more time in the pool her mother's beauty could start to show through. I motioned her forward until she stood directly in front of me and within arm's reach.

"Now, tell me what you deserve and why. And no foolishness!" I gave the front of her thigh a light backhand swat.

Samantha took a deep breath and began. "I deserve to be spanked for driving under the influence. My buttocks being already bare will find any punishment to be quite hard."

She was one with words. She'd said almost what I wanted her to but in a way that didn't sound half so guilty.

"Good enough", I said. "Now put your hands on your head."

She obeyed and I continued. "I will explain your punishment after you repeat your statement -- right after I take these down." I grabbed both sides of her panties.

Samantha's hands shot down to her waistband. "My God, Joe, what are you doing?"

She knew, of course, having retained her underwear in previous spankings on a "this time only" basis. She'd been good at talking her way to reduced punishments for a long time.

"I'm preparing to spank your naked buttocks. Quit playing games."

"You never made me take them down before!"

"You weren't a grown woman before. Like you told me, you're not a little girl now. You no longer are allowed any modesty when I spank you. Put your hands back on your head."

"Joe, I'll pull up the back of the underwear and you can spank me bare that way."

"No!" I released her waistband and clapped both hands against her hips for a double-swat. "No, no, no!" With each word I swatted both hips again. "Put your hands back on your head and I'll take these down."

"Stop it, Joe!"

A few swats weren't getting anywhere, but I thought I knew what would. "Samantha , these panties are coming off. And if you disobey me one more time, your bra will too." I gave her the hard look that had usually made recruits and POW's compliant.

Samantha looked down at her bra, then her panties, briefly back to me, then to her bra. Then she released her waistband and moved her hands slowly and tentatively to her head. She looked at me again, fear in her eyes for the first time. I held her gaze a few seconds then looked at the bit of pink lace.

In one smooth movement I lowered it to the middle of Samantha's soft creamy thighs, revealing a healthy dark brown bush. She had moved her hands to cover her face and the shaking of her shoulders told me she had begun to sob. I gave her half a minute to sob during which I freely surveyed the bare white figure in front of me. I was doing this for her benefit, not mine, and this would go no further than looking ... but I'm a man! I like the way women look!

"OK, enough of that", I said, giving the front of her thigh another back-handed swat. "Get your hands back on your head and tell me what you deserve and why."

Samantha moved her hands back to her head revealing a flood of tears that had streaked yesterday's makeup. Her nearly naked body shook again as she took a couple deep breaths. "I deserve a spanking for driving under the influence."

"Where?", I barked.

"What?", she asked.

"Where should I spank you and how much should it be clothed?"

She bit her lip and shook her head for a couple seconds before answering. "On my naked ass."

"You certainly do", I said, beginning what I intended to be a humiliating pre-spanking lecture. "You went out in public and drank your good sense away. Do you know what a young attractive woman risks by doing that?"

"Yes, Joe, but I didn't get so drunk I'd end up in some loser's back seat." My lecture wasn't going too well. I should have known not to try words against Samantha as she was very, very good with them. But I kept going.

"You were drunk enough you didn't know you were too drunk to drive. You'll be getting your first spanking for that." Samantha grimaced at my saying "first". She remembered I was pretty good at identifying multiple offenses demanding multiple punishments. "Then you drove. Drunk. You're in law, you know what your risk. You risk ruining your life and someone else's by killing or permanently injuring somebody. And what will it do to your career? Having time in jail is hardly how you want to identify with your clients! How much time do you expect?"

"Joe, you're blowing that out of proportion. It's a first offense. I'll plead guilty to running the red light in exchange for having the DUI charge dropped."

"You can do that?"

"Probably. At worst, I'll do some community service."

So, she'd probably get by without punishment ... or with just picking up some road-side trash or shelving library books. I'd picked up plenty of trash during my time with the Corps. Stuff to keep us busy when we were stateside. It hardly seemed a fitting punishment. I figured she knew what strings to pull, being a lawyer.

"Well, you're not getting charges dropped in this court. You're getting a double-length paddling for driving drunk."

"What's double-length?"

"You're 22, right? Double-length is 44 swats."

"I don't exactly have a paddle here. I think you'll have to use your hand."

I gave her another swat to both bare hips. "I think you don't need to tell me what I have to do. If I need to substitute my belt, I can." She sucked in her breath. "But I think you'll find something to be paddled with." I paused and tried to read her expression. I looked back to her white hips and brown pubic hair and back to her green eyes. She was embarrassed and largely resigned to her punishment. There was more I couldn't read. "You have also been rather insulting to me since I came to help you. On Monday before I leave for the airport I'll give you another spanking for that."

"Joe, I'm sorry about that", Samantha began, "but I didn't know that was such a big deal."

"Courtesy, kindness, and respect are always a big deal. You weren't very bad very long, though. If you mind your manners the rest of the time I'm here I'll ... " I looked to see her eyes getting a little hopeful. " ... let you keep your panties up. And for the rest of this weekend, I'm 'Uncle Joe', not just 'Joe'."

She blushed at the reminder of her nakedness. I didn't think she could have forgotten. "Thanks", was a mumbled reply.

"Step to my right. Your first spanking will be over my lap."

Samantha shuffled into position, her panties slipping from mid-thigh to her knees. I guided her into position across my lap. I rested my left hand on her back covering her bra strap and my right on her left thigh just below her buttocks.

"Now for some instructions, little lady", I said. "You are about to be punished, and you will show some respect." I shifted my hand and took a pinch of her right buttock. "You will call me 'sir'." I pinched her bottom. "'Yes, sir' or 'No, sir'". I emphasized each "sir" with another pinch. "Do you understand me?"

"Yes, sir", was the quick reply.

"Good. You will keep your hands on the floor and your legs still. If you fight me, you lose your bra and get time under the belt." I snapped her bra strap against her back. "Understood?", I asked with another pinch.

"Yes, sir, I understand!"

I released the piece of her bottom I'd been pinching and without further ado brought my palm down hard. First right, then left, I delivered the swats as hard as the position allowed. I was spanking at the moderate pace I preferred, about 2 seconds between swats. It was slow enough she could count the swats if she wanted but too fast for her to really recover from one before the next one was upon her. I worked the lower half of her cheeks with the first 8 swats then delivered a pair to her thighs. Until those swats, she'd stayed quiet but they brought out a "No, Joe! Ow!"

I stopped. "What did you call me?"

"I'm sorry, sir!" The assertiveness was no longer in her voice. Samantha was sounding like any other spanked girl. She was on her way to being penitent and obedient. "Please, sir, don't spank my legs! That hurts like hell."

"That's 3 on each leg for not calling me 'sir!" I delivered 3 to her left thigh about a hand's width below her bottom, then 3 to the same area of her right. Samantha had pulled her knees forward as much as she could and was starting to cry hard. I might be getting her to take this seriously. It was certainly no time to ease up, so I continued.

"And 3 more on each for cussing. That is extremely disrespectful. You will not cuss while I punish you."

Her only answer was a long anticipatory "Ooowwww!!!".

This time I swatted half-way down her thigh, but with only my fingers as the area was more prone to bruising. I gave her left leg a very quick slap-slap-slap, then the same treatment for her right leg. Then I laid my hand on her back and waited half a minute.

"Stop howling", I said. After Samantha took a couple deep breaths I said, "Shall I continue your spanking or restart it?"

"Continue it", she answered.

"That's no way to ask for something you need." I reached for the middle of her buttocks and grabbed a section of her left cheek. With a hard pinch I asked, "How do you ask?".

"Ow! Please continue my spanking, sir."

"Certainly", I answered. The next pair of swats was low on her bottom where I'd spanked well already. The next 8 swats were high where she was barely pink. I delivered one more pair on the top of her thighs, provoking an exclamation I didn't understand.

"You may stand up."

Samantha stood slowly. She started to pull her hands back to rub her bottom, then jerked them away. "I didn't touch it, sir!"

"That's good", I answered. "Put them on your head. Now, what did I just spank you for?"

"For drinking too much."

"Right. You drank enough you weren't making good decisions. In the future, you must decide how many drinks you can have and not go over that limit. I suggest 1 is a good maximum. By the time you start asking, 'How many was that', you've gone too far."

"Yes, sir. But, Uncle Joe, that's not what you do, is it?"

At the look on my face, Samantha tried to step back, but tripped on her underwear.

"Take those off and stand up", I said softly.

When she was presenting herself properly, naked except for her bra, I continued.

"In the Corps I started drinking as heavily as my buddies did. But when I was 21, Jimmy Barton drank himself witless like the rest of us were doing. And he drove back to base like we did. Only he crossed the centerline and killed a pregnant woman 23 years old. When he got out on bail he committed suicide."

I looked into Samantha's face and saw tears there that were not for her own pain.

"I haven't had a drop since in public. If someone could have whipped Jimmy the first or second time he drank himself out of his head, he'd still be alive and so would that woman and baby. I deserved the same treatment and I knew it. So I quit drinking where it could be a problem. I'll have one drink occasionally if I'm home and not going anywhere."

My voice grew stern again.

"That's why I will not go easy on you for drinking too much and I absolutely will not go easy on you for driving under the influence. Now, about that paddling, what do you have here for a paddle?"

"Ah, nothing, Joe, I mean, sir."

"Ping-pong paddle?"

"No"

"Heavy ruler?"

"No."

"Hairbrush?"

"Yeah, a little one."

"Get it."

Samantha headed briskly to her room, giving me a good view of a bright red bottom and a dark red area on each thigh. That would probably bruise, but if a few bruises were part of what kept her from repeating her folly, they were worth it. Her bottom was brighter on the right side. I'd obviously spanked harder there as it was in a more natural position to reach. I'd even her left side up in the next round!

She returned in a minute with a multi-colored brush in her right hand and her left covering her crotch.

"What are you covering, Sammy?", I asked.

She blushed deeply and answered angrily, "My privates, of course!"

"That should be, 'My privates, SIR'. And did I give you permission to cover them up?"

"No, sir".

"Very well, that costs you your bra."

"Please, no, Uncle Joe, punish me some other way!"

"OK, 4 swats on each thigh."

"Yes, sir", she answered sorrowfully. "They're already pretty sore."

"The fronts aren't. Hands on your head." I rose from the chair and stood beside her. Bending slightly I gave her white thighs 4 hard swats each. Samantha was fighting a fresh round of tears when I sat back down.

"Spread your legs", I ordered. As she obeyed, I continued. "Next time you don't want to call attention to something, don't try to cover it up. Wider!"

"Yes, sir", was the dejected answer.

"Remember, you're not a little girl any more. You don't deserve the protection I left you when you were younger and you won't have it. You know what your vagina's used for, and you'll keep it exposed."

"Yes, sir", she said again as she looked down at the patch of hair that had become the center of attention.

"Now, give me that brush."

Samantha obeyed and returned her hand to her head. The brush was plastic. It didn't have a solid back, but 2 round bars. I tried it in my hand a couple times.

"I don't know about this. What do you think?", I asked as I tapped it on Samantha's thigh. Before she could answer I gave her one swat with it.

"Ow", she said, then, "It hurts but I think it's better than the belt."

"I don't like it. I think in order to sting much I'll risk a lot of bruising." I looked back up to meet Samantha's eyes. "Do you have a wooden spoon?" At her confused look I added, "Like you cook with?"

"Uncle Joe, I don't cook. No, I don't have that stuff."

"OK, what about a slipper?" I was wishing I'd just brought the paddle from home, but I really hadn't expected this would be part of what Samantha needed from me.

"Yeah, I have a slipper."

"Put this brush back and bring me the slipper."

When Samantha returned with the slipper her hands hung at her sides and her eyes were on the floor. Her pubic hair was as well exposed as were the pink splotches a few inches lower on each thigh. As I took the slipper from her, she assumed the hands-on-head position in front of me.

"Spread your legs", I again ordered. As she obeyed I tried the slipper against my palm. "Better. It's a definite sting but it's not hard or heavy. Very low risk of bruising. What do you think?" With that I gave her thigh one more swat.

"Ow, Uncle Joe! I can't take 44 swats like that!"

Samantha didn't have the pain tolerance or the deep rebellious streak that Sarah had. She needed more punishment, but maybe not as much more as I'd said.

"OK, you have a choice", I said. "You may take 2 sets of 22 with the slipper with corner time in between. Or you may take 16 swats with the belt fully nude."

Samantha swallowed hard and looked at her stinging thigh, then back at me. "If I take the belt, would you keep it from wrapping around my legs? That hurts like hell ... uh like heck ... when you do that. When I was 16 those welts lasted over a day."

"Well, you didn't drink underage again, at least while I was around."

"No! No more drinking until I was 21 except when mom would let me have a glass of wine with her."

"Then I'd say those welted legs did you some good."

"Please, Uncle Joe, my legs are already burning! Please just give me 16 on my butt."

"Very well. If you keep your bottom still, I'll keep the belt short. I may swat your legs too, but I won't wrap the belt around them. If you try to cover up or get away, I'll lengthen it and wrap your hips or legs. Remove your bra."

"My bra?" Samantha looked startled.

"What does 'fully nude' mean to you?", I asked as I gave her other thigh a swat with the slipper. "Is there some legal definition that means you can keep your breasts covered?"

"No sir, I'm sorry sir!", was the quick reply. The actual removal was slower. Samantha unhooked the garment but held it in place looking at the breasts she'd managed so far not to expose. Then she noticed her spread legs. "Oh, shit, my pussy's already bare", she said and tossed the bra aside.

"That's 4 with the slipper for the S word", I announced. I slipped quickly out of the chair and spun it so the back was toward her.

"I'm sorry sir!"

"Sammy, you'll learn to keep your language clean while you're being punished! Bend over the chair, grab its legs, and put your nose on the seat."

She had to go up on her toes to obey, but she got into position. I walked around behind her and surveyed the well-presented buttocks. Like I'd noticed before, the right side was better punished than the left. I rubbed my left hand quickly over her bottom, then stepped back to her left side. I brought the slipper down hard on the left cheek, then the right, then twice more on the left. I stepped behind her and looked again. Both cheeks glowed brightly.

"Stand, place your hands behind your head, and turn around", I ordered.

Samantha obeyed, biting her lip as she fought the fresh sting in her bottom.

"Get your hands all the way behind your neck and your elbows up. Elbows back ... there. That shows your breasts at their best." I stepped back to look at her better. Her white breasts were quite large. I didn't pay attention to dimensions, but they were definitely larger than Shirley's, though not as well-shaped. Her nipples definitely stood out. I wondered if she was getting aroused by all the attention. She was certainly embarrassed by it and would not meet my eye. Her short hair didn't touch her breasts, so no further adjustments were needed at this time.

"Take 5 minutes in the corner to think about why you're getting the belt and why you're naked."

"Yes, sir", she mumbled and headed to the corner.

I drank another glass of Coke and checked email on my Android while I gave her at least 10 minutes waiting.

Then I removed my belt and called her back. "Sammy, come get your belt spanking."

She turned and walked slowly back to the middle of the room and stopped about 5 feet in front of me. Her quivering breasts revealed her tense shallow breathing. When she stopped I shifted the belt in my hands so I held the buckle firmly in my right. I slowly wrapped one turn of the leather around my hand and pulled the belt tight with my left. I glanced from my taut belt to Samantha's face. The 30 or more inches of leather held her gaze.

"This length would wrap around your thighs and and give you a sting you wouldn't forget. It's what you deserve, young lady."

"Yes, sir, Uncle Joe, but ... you said ... you'd shorten it."

"I did", I answered and wrapped the leather a couple more times around my hand leaving 18 or 20 inches free. After another pause during which her eyes were glued to the leather, I said, "Now tell me why you're naked."

Samantha took a couple deep breaths, glanced once at my face, and dropped her eyes again. "I'm naked because I deserve a hard belt spanking for driving while intoxicated. I could have killed someone last night and I deserve the shame I feel in front of you and the pain you're about to give me."

This was not what I'd expected to hear, but I was pleased. "Samantha", I answered softly, "I think you're learning your lesson. But I'll still make sure with a good spanking." I turned the chair so the seat faced her and was about 18 inches in front of her. "Put your hands on the seat." Her short stature left her shoulders several inches higher than her hips in that position. "Better make it your elbows", I said. That left her with her tender red bottom uppermost. I moved straight behind her to check position. Her inviting rump would have had any man looking a second time, spanker or not. "Put your legs together. You don't want the belt tip finding its way between them." She pulled her legs together tightly and I continued. "You will maintain this position perfectly until I tell you otherwise. What will happen if you do not?"

Samantha answered clearly, "You'll wrap the belt around my hips and legs. But I'll stay still, I promise!"

"Good", I answered as I stepped to her right. With that I drew the shortened belt back and brought it down with full force. An inch-wide stripe appeared, angling from the top of her left cheek to the bottom of her right one.

"Ooooohhh", Samantha squealed after it landed.

I looked at the mark and 5 seconds later had another stripe crossing the first. This one went almost perfectly horizontal across the middle of both cheeks. It stopped about half way across the right cheek, so I struck a little further out and an inch higher with the 3rd swat. The end of the belt curled just slightly onto the side of her bottom. The next 3 stripes ran parallel to those but were on the lower half of Samantha's rump. By this time she was breathing hard and her bottom was swaying slightly. For the 7th swat I changed my pattern and swung the belt down onto the very top of her butt, right at the top of her crack. For the 8th I swung sideways again but targeting the top of her left thigh. That swat brought a fresh howl and I knew she was crying again. It also set her wiggling her legs back and forth, bending and straightening each knee in turn causing her bottom to wiggle too.

"Sammy, hold your legs still", I said as I crossed behind her to her left side. "You're half done. Don't make it any worse."

"Yes, sir, Uncle Joe", Samantha said between sobs. But she held still.

Hard crying at this point was appropriate. She had only 8 swats to go. In another minute the bottom-blistering would be over.

I gave her this half while standing to her right, so the left side of her rump got the tip of the belt and stung the worst. I did my best to mirror the strokes I'd given her from the other side, beginning with one diagonally from upper right to just below her left cheek and ending with one to the top of her right thigh.

When I finished I stepped away and stood several feet behind her. A nearly symmetrical mesh of red stripes wove across her pink rump. Sobs shook her from head to toe. She was one well-spanked girl.

"Stand up, Sammy", I said softly. "Put your hands behind your head and turn around."

She obeyed and spoke. "I'm sorry, Uncle Joe. I'll never ever drive intoxicated again." Her breasts swung freely as her shoulder shook with her sobs.

"I forgive you, Samantha", I answered. "I love you too much to let you get by with such stuff if I can help it. Today I could."

Samantha was quick with the next request. "Uncle Joe, may I please rub? My ass is on fire!"

"I don't usually allow it, but I guess a little as long as you don't turn away from me", I answered.

With permission, the crying girl grabbed her striped bottom with both hands and began to rub feverishly, hopping up and down. By this time she was oblivious to her exposure and her breasts swung freely and she kept clenching her bottom causing her pubic area to thrust forward. I realized that next time Shirley needed a good spanking I should actually encourage her to rub if she put on a show like this!

After half a minute I told her to stop rubbing. "You still have some questions to answer before you get your clothes back. Go get some Kleenex and take care of your nose, and hurry back. And no more touching until we're done. I think you'll answer my questions better if your butt still stings a little."

She hurried to the bathroom and returned with her arms across her chest. At least she was being careful not to touch anywhere I'd spanked. I had taken my seat in the dining room chair again. It served as well for a seat of judgement as for a place to position the guilty.

"Hands behind your head, little lady! What did I do last time you covered something you weren't supposed to?"

"You spanked me extra, Uncle Joe, but this time I didn't mean to! I wasn't thinking!"

"OK, but in the future, think. If you cover up without permission again, I'll give extra swats. You're under punishment until I permit you to get dressed."

"Yes, sir, Uncle Joe."

"You're going to the corner for a while regardless, but first you have some questions to answer. I don't believe you've been entirely truthful on some things."

Samantha licked her lips, knowing she didn't like the direction the conversation was going. "I'll tell the truth, Uncle Joe."

She was hesitant, though. There were questions she hoped I wouldn't ask, I was sure.

I tipped her chin up so she looked in my eyes as I gave her my sternest look again. "If you lie to me, you go back down for the belt. And I am very good at spotting a lie."

"Yes, sir", was the only answer.

I withdrew my hand and swept her naked body with my eyes from head to toe and back.

"Why did you head to your room when we got here and I told you to remove your pants?"

Her eyes fell but as they swept down her naked body she knew she had nothing she could hide.

"I wanted to change clothes first."

"Change clothes? Before I made you take them off?"

Samantha nodded.

"Specifically, what item of clothing did you want to change out of before I saw it?", I asked with a suspicious squint.

Samantha glanced down again before answering, "My underwear. I didn't want you to see me in those lacy panties."

"But you must have known I'd see you out of them."

"Not for sure."

"Who was supposed to see you in those lacy pink panties?" She had dodged the question before, but I wouldn't permit that now.

Samantha blushed, then answered. "William. He's just a few years older than me and doing well at the firm. He promised to help me study when I entered law school and ... I've been ... seeing him every Friday night."

"But not last night?"

"No, there's another paralegal who was hired a couple weeks ago. She's slender and now he's not interested in me."

"And that's what sent you out drinking?"

"Yeah. Oh, Uncle Joe, I feel like a slut, telling it to you now ... and ... being nude here."

I'd gotten more than I expected here, so I took a few seconds to decide what to say. "Samantha", I started, "I don't believe my niece would be a slut. That's not why you're naked now. If more girls had a dad or uncle or husband who would make the behave -- even if that meant stripping them naked and whipping their asses -- fewer would need defense attorneys. But two things about William or anybody like him. First, don't get your honey where you get your money. Second, get to know a man with your mind first", I said leaning forward to touch her temple, "then your heart", tapping her chest right between her breasts, "way before your vagina." I put my finger on her inner thigh a half inch below the named body part.

Samantha's blush deepened. "Yes, sir, Uncle Joe", she answered. "I know you're right."

I withdrew my hand and leaned back. "Next question. What's in your car that you're so concerned about?"

Samantha's response surprised me. "Damn it, Joe, will you leave that alone?"

I grabbed her waist with both hands and in a single motion pulled her between my knees and turned her sideways. "Sammy", I said as I bent her over and settled her over my left thigh, "I thought you would show some respect and not cuss and answer questions."

"I'm sorry, Uncle Joe, but"

"Yeah, BUTT!", I said delivering a sound swat to the already glowing right cheek. "Yours is perfectly positioned for me to attend a little more." I gave the left cheek a swat. "This is for cussing at me again." I gave her 6 more swats, alternating sides. When I stopped, I continued to hold her in position. "Are you ready to answer my question?"

"Please Uncle Joe, just"

Another swat to the right cheek interrupted the plea.

"Are you ready", I asked.

"Yes, sir, I'll answer it", she replied.

I helped her stand back up then said, "Legs wide."

"Yes, sir", Samantha answered as she obeyed, "but why do you make me do this?"

"Because you're less likely to try to hide something when you know you can hide NOTHING." I placed my finger again on her thigh right below her vagina. "I can make you expose yourself more if necessary."

"No, no!", she answered, looking nervously at my finger. "It was Jack's pot."

"Pot. Marijuana in your car?"

"Yes, but it was Jack's I never used the stuff."

"Then why didn't he take it with him when he left?"

"There was the court order ... and he had to specify what he wanted out of the house ... and didn't specify marijuana."

"No, I guess he wouldn't." For the first time that day I laughed. Then I became serious again. "Why did you keep it?"

"I didn't know what to do with it. And I didn't think it was a big deal."

"Sammy", I said a little angrily, "this is a lot of not knowing and not thinking for someone as smart as you are. You didn't think you'd ever be arrested? Or ever drive through an area with dogs sniffing for it? Here's something you didn't think of. Don't you realize that Jack knows he had that stuff in your car? And if he wants revenge he can just call the cops on you for possession."

"Oh, sh ... ah shoot! How could I be so stupid?"

"I don't know, Sammy. You're smarter than that, really! Get back in the corner while I decide what to do about an honor roll girl being criminally stupid."

I watched her glowing rump as she went back to her corner. "Samantha", I called, "do you mind if I put my stuff in the extra bedroom?"

"Oh, go ahead, Uncle Joe. And ... may I please rub? My ass is still on fire."

"Yeah, I guess", I answered. I watched for a minute as she started the work of easing the fire I'd set on her bottom, then I took my luggage into the extra bedroom.

I went into the bedroom tired, but knowing I was too hard to sleep. Requiring the humiliation that meant as much to Samantha as the sting of the spanking did was extremely arousing. Shirley and I had promised each other we'd only please ourselves when we could include the other by phone. It wasn't quite noon yet in Dallas. I tried to calculate the time difference and failed, I was so tired. Should I call Shirley now? I popped open the suitcase to see what she'd packed me. On top was a box of Kleenex with a sticky note. "Call me, Sgt. Joe!", it said with a smiley face licking its lips. That was all the invitation I needed. I made a video call to Shirley's cell phone and half an hour later we were both feeling better.

When I went back to the living room, I figured Samantha had been in the corner 45 minutes and I'd decided, with some input from Shirley, what her remaining punishment should be. I moved quietly as had been my custom ever since Scout school in the Corps.

Samantha was still rubbing, but not her bottom. She was obviously enjoying the area she was rubbing and within another minute her back arched hard and her breathing stopped for 30 seconds. When she relaxed and her hand moved back to her pink bottom I spoke. "Feeling better?"

Samantha's left hand shot to cover her face but she kept her right on her bottom.

"Turn around", I ordered, "and don't cover anything."

She obeyed but did not meet me eyes. Her forehead was beaded in fine sweat and she was out of breath.

"You're a grown woman, Samantha, and you can please yourself if you want. You're not cheating a husband out of anything. But I wouldn't have thought getting your butt smacked would have been so hot!"

"It wasn't getting spanked, it was ... the whole thing", she said. "No one ever saw me do that before."

"No, I guess not." I paused trying to decide what would come next. "Do you need to go clean up?"

"Yes, please."

"You may use the master bathroom and put a pair of panties on before you return."

"Thank you. So, are you done punishing me?"

"No. But I'll give your bottom a rest for a while."

Samantha scurried away, obviously glad for a few minutes' privacy and a little clothing. Her pink bottom bobbed along, showing only a couple harsher welts. Bruising of the thighs was barely visible.

Shirley's advice to give only a little more spanking but to continue the forced nudity was probably right, I figured. Not surprisingly, she understood women better than I.

After 10 minutes Samantha returned wearing a simple pair of white underwear. She hesitated, then took her hands-behind-head position in front of me.

"No lace this time, huh", I asked.

"No, sir."

"Good choice. Except for a few minutes going down to the car, that's all you'll wear until supper is over."

"Uncle Joe, supper is hours away!"

"Yep. If you spend half a day in only your panties -- and lose them for a few minutes any time you cuss or cover your breasts -- then I won't have to give you much of a spanking at all this evening and you'll remember to take drug possession very, very seriously."

Having heard her sentence, Samantha got out some pop tarts for lunch, the only food she had in the apartment besides Cheerios. After we ate I said, "Now to get rid of that weed. We'll go down to the car and you can get it out."

Samantha glanced at her nearly nude body. "What may I put on, Uncle Joe?"

"Your longest t-shirt."

"May I wear a bra too?"

"No. If your nipples print through, it won't get you in trouble."

In a couple minutes she had selected a t-shirt which she stretched down to cover her hips. Her underwear didn't show beneath it, and we stepped out of the apartment and went down to her single-bay garage. Once inside I made her remove the t-shirt. Then she rummaged in the spare tire area of the trunk and pulled out a bag. It appeared to have enough dope for a couple dozen joints. Then she triple-bagged it in garbage bags.

"Now just put it in the dumpster", I told her.

"May I have my shirt back?"

"Yeah."

She put it on, tugging at the hem to get it to cover as much as possible, then went outside. She had to cross the parking lot and work in front of most of the other apartments to the dumpster a football field away. I stood next to the garage and watched her go. She obviously hoped no one saw her. Of course she was more clothed than many women would be when sunbathing on a warmer day, but she felt very conscious of exposure. When Samantha got to the dumpster she had to lift the lid with one hand and put the bag in with the other. Her shirt rode high up her hips, but as far as I could tell I was the only one who'd seen her underwear exposed. As she returned a boy of about 17 came out of another apartment just 20 feet in front of her. He stopped and gawked as she went by him, then whistled and called, "Nice titties!"

When Samantha got back to me she was biting her lip and tears were in her eyes. I motioned her back upstairs.

When we were in the apartment, Samantha turned to me. "That was so humiliating. Why couldn't I have gotten dressed for it?"

"Because this way it was humiliating. I will be sure you remember this afternoon any time you're tempted to take drug possession lightly. Take your shirt off."

She obeyed and glanced down at her breasts. "So do you think they're nice titties?"

"Very nice. But they belong to my niece, so I will look but not touch. Of course I have a few more hours looking at them."

As the afternoon continued I watched television and kept Samantha as busy as I could cleaning the little apartment. There wasn't that much to do, but I kept her busy for a while. Every time she needed to use the bathroom she had to ask permission and was not allowed to close the door. I never went to peek at her, but it was the idea of being without privacy that was making the punishment memorable.

Once she cussed and twice she crossed her arms over her breasts. Each time I called her to me, lowered her underwear and put her across my lap for 4 swats. After each time she had to spend 15 minutes facing me with her underwear at her knees, her legs spread as much as her underwear would allow, and her hands behind her neck. The first time she was in that position I asked, "Sammy, do suspects booked for drug possession get searched in Dallas? A full cavity search?"

Samantha's bare breasts heaved and her face paled. "I don't know, Uncle Joe", she answered.

"I just wondered. The way you're standing brings it to mind."

I was sure it came back to her mind the next couple times she was standing naked and spread by my chair.

At 5:00 Samantha asked, "Uncle Joe, what are we doing for supper?"

"I'll order some pizza about 6:30", I said. "You're not that anxious for your last spanking, are you?"

"I'm anxious to get my clothes back and be a normal woman again! Uncle Joe, would you please just spank me now and be done with it?"

"No, Samantha. You need some more time undressed."

At 6:30 I ordered the pizza. As soon as I was off the phone I said, "Samantha, time to get ready for your last spanking." I brought her to the wall directly opposite the door. "Stand about a foot back from the wall. A bit further. There. Now lower your underwear to your needs and spread your legs. Hands behind your neck. Good. Now lean forward and put your nipples against the wall."

"Oh dam .. ah darn", she said. "I feel like my ass is sticking way out!"

"That's the point", I answered. "Now I'll put some color back in it." I grabbed her waist with my left hand and put a sharp hand-print on each cheek.

We waited about 15 minutes. It was a difficult position to maintain and Samantha wiggled and swayed a little. When the knock came at the door I called, "Just a minute", then went to Samantha. "Time for more color", I said and grabbed her waist again. I brought my right palm down hard twice and each cheek had a good print. Then I went to the door and opened it wide.

"Sorry to keep you waiting", I said as I paid him. He nearly dropped the pizza when he saw Samantha with her bottom thrust back and wearing barely more than the 2 handprints. "Oh, her?", I said. "My niece didn't something stupid enough she asked me to spank her instead of tell on her."

"Wow!", said the delivery man. He looked to be about 19. "Just, wow! I mean, she's not a kid, right?"

"Oh, no", I answered. "She's 22."

"Then I'll say it. I love that booty!"

I handed him some money for a tip and he left.

I put the pizza on the table and came back to the living room. "Turn around, Samantha", I ordered.

She worked her way out of the awkward position and faced me. "Uncle Joe, that was awful. You made a spectacle of my naked ass." Tears were coming down her cheeks, but her nipples were standing out. I glanced toward her vagina, wondering if she were wet, but couldn't tell.

"Samantha", I said, "be glad I didn't have you turn around for him. Have you learned anything this afternoon?"

"Yes, sir, Uncle Joe. I'll never do anything so stupid as that again."

"Good. I think you have learned, but I'll make sure the lesson sticks. Step out of your panties and bring the dining room chair back in here."

As she brought it in, I retrieved the slipper.

"Over the back, Sammy", I ordered. "Put your elbows on the seat and get your legs apart. Up on your toes, wider."

With her legs wide and her weight resting on her elbows I got a good look at her youthful vagina between still-white thighs. As I suspected, it was wet.

"Hold still and you'll get only a dozen", I said before delivering the first swat. I alternated sides, painting her bottom a nice even red and delivering one swat to the top of each thigh. The slipper fell at 2 or 3 second intervals, so it was over in less than a minute. I dropped the slipper and spread her thighs very slightly below her vagina. "You are definitely wet, little lady", I said. "Time to get up."

When Samantha turned around her face was as red as her rump.

"Let's go eat", I said.

"May I get dressed first", she asked.

"No. After supper you may. You may eat standing up. You'll eat with one hand, keeping the other behind your head and your legs apart."

We ate that way and I made no effort to hide my roving gaze over her bare body. When we were done I said, "Now you may rub that bottom".

She rubbed, but not so vigorously this time. Her breathing was shallow and her nipples were definitely erect. I thought I actually saw a little clear fluid dribbling down her left leg.

"Go get dressed, Samantha", I said. "Your punishment is over. And take as much time as you need."

"Yes, sir. Thank you", she said with a fresh blush and hurried to the master bedroom.

I cleaned up and then turned the TV back on. 45 minutes later Samantha came back to the living room. She was wearing jeans and the same t-shirt she'd had earlier, but now she had a bra under it. Her eyes said she'd cried and I was pretty sure she'd done some other things. But she wasn't being punished so those things were none of my business.

She gave me a little smile as she sat down at the other end of the sofa.

"I love you, Samantha", I told her.

"I know, Uncle Joe, and I love you. And, thank you for helping me today. For, well, all of the help."

"You're welcome, girl!", I said and gave her hand a quick squeeze.

[babydoll]

I would like to misbehave to get her punishment but no one to do it.