Structure and Accountability Part 4

[rachelredbum]

We got back to Uncle Richard's in time for supper. Good thing, too! It was a large meal and there was a bit of a welcoming party afterward. We were all allowed to stay up an extra hour while we socialised and simply enjoyed each other's company. No wonder they call him Uncle Richard. This really is a family!

Jenny let me see some of the damage from the hairbrush. she explained that she really wasn't supposed to but its best to see the down side of living here before it is too late. Even six hours after the spanking, there were still bruises back there.

My first full day here was definitely a memorable experience. It started well. We all had breakfast together. they explained that all meals were shared meals and that if you miss a meal without permission first you have to apologise and explain yourself. It helps create a cohesive group. Lunch was much the same. We all helped Uncle Richard with the cooking and cleaning.

It was the afternoon where things went awry. Diane, you see, was a bit chubby. Beth was short, thin and very beautiful. I envied her looks many times but didnt know that she lived here. It certainly gave me a new perspective on her.

But she was in a foul mood. Diane asked her to do something and she said "shut up, fatty!" Diane winced and Uncle Richard was NOT impressed.

"Beth, you know better," said Uncle Richard, firmly. Beth looked down. "Diane has done a lot of work to control her weight and has lost 40 pounds in six months. she's even kept them off. She has gained a lot of self control and even self confidence. This is in spite of your continual insults and put-downs. If anything, you have made the situation worse. No wonder its taken her so long. Now, Beth, don't you have something to say?"

Beth looked down. "I'm sorry, Diane," she muttered.

"I think we need to take a little walk up to your room," Uncle said, in a tone that brooked no opposition. she turned and walked briskly upstairs to her bedroom, with one arm and open hand shielding her little bottom. Uncle Richard was close behind. We went back to our duties of cleaning up. Saturday is always Cleaning Day.

It wasn't too long before we could hear crying from upstairs. We all knew what it meant. I was working in the kitchen. I stopped and looked at the fridge door for a few moments, holding the handle as if in meditation. In a way, I was indeed meditating. I was thinking about how if I stayed here one days those cries will come from me. Not might; WILL. Jenny and Julie both saw what was going on and they both put an arm around me.

"It bothers us too, Rachel, even if its not us on the receiving end. But he gives a damn about us and hes just as kind as he is strict," Julie said. I nodded.

"I know, its just, well its been a long time," I said

"We'll always be here for you," jenny said, gently patting my bottom. I smiled and said that I was done here and sould go tidy up our room a bit.

"Don't peek, or you'll get the same spanking," Julie warned. My eyes widened at that but I nodded and smiled in agreement.

Once I got to the top of the stairs I couldnt help myself. I had a quick peek and was mesmerized by the sight. There was Beth, draped across Uncle Richard's knees, her panty-clad bottom being jackhammered by Uncle Richard's hand, and her bawling her eyes out. I tore myself away and went to our room, hoping that I hadn't been caught.

The crying finished some time before I finished tidying things up. I heard Beth being marched downstairs, a bit more crying, and then footsteps coming upstairs.

"Hi Rachel," Uncle Richard said, walking into our room. "There are a couple things I would like to talk to you about." I turned, smiled and froze. the sleeve on Uncle Richard's right arm was still rolled up. Oh. My. God. "Did I see you peek in at Beth's spanking?"

My heart was in my throat. I was in a panic. But I remembered what happened to Jenny yesterday and I was determined that it not happen to me. "yes," I said, weakly.

"what you did was wrong, Rachel. Spankings are a private matter and I expect my girls to respect that or they get the same spanking," he said, firmly. I gasped, even though Julie had told me that a few minutes earlier.

"But the door was open," I said

"Rachel, how old are you?"

"19"

"So you are older than 3," he said, calmly

"Of course I am," I snapped

"Then it is reasonable to expect that you would have more self control than the average child of three years," he said simply. There was nothing I could say. If I had testicles, he'd have me by them and he'd be squeezing. "Beth was really angry when she saw you there. She told me. It was disrespectful and invasive."

I started sniffling and whimpering. "I'm sorry, Uncle Richard." I paused for a moment, struggling to control my emotions. I looked down at the floor between us. In a shaky voice I said "Am I going to get a spanking?"

He sighed. "I'm sorry this has to happen so soon, but we both knew it was going to happen eventually. yes, you are going to be spanked." I started crying softly. "Are you scared," he asked?

"Is the Pope Catholic," I retorted. We both burst out laughing.

"Let's get this over with," he said, sitting on my bed. "Take you jeans down and go over my knee."

Even though I knew it was coming, the words still came as a shock to me. I started crying again. I willed myself to obey and slowly my hands and arms complied. It seemed like it took forever for me to get them down. Here it was not even a day into my stay and I'm about to get my first spanking in six years. Once the jeans were down, I glanced at the clock and settled myself over his knee.

He rested his hand on my butt briefly. It felt as hard as steel. Reflexively I clenched my cheeks. he squeezed my bottom gently and said that he was sorry he had to do this and that if I'd like to talk more about why we could talk after the spanking. Wordlessly, I nodded my head. His hand left my bottom, and a freight train rammed into it at high speed.

Well, not really, but it sure felt like it. Each spank was incredibly hard and fast, coming at half second intervals. The pain from each spank then travelled up my spine and exploded inside my brain. I was bawling as hard as I could. Emotions were battering the shoreline of my heart with hurricane force.

Finally the spanking stopped. This was easily one of the hardest spankings of my life, if not the hardest. All I could do is just lie there and sob. Uncle Richard had one hand on my lower back and teh other one was stroking my hair. Both hands were made of flesh. "Its all over, Rachel; its allll over," he said. There wasnt much else to say. "I still love you, Rachel," he said. My eyes widened at that. My parents never said that to me, certainly not after punishing me. "Wanna hug," he asked. I turned around on his lap and put my arms around his neck, crying into his shoulder. He put his arms around me and just held me.

I struggled to regain my composure. Taht is difficult to do when your jeans are at half mast and your bottom and the top half of the back of your thighs are as red as a slightly overripe tomato. Eventually I forced myself to stop crying and sputterd out some sorries. He said that everything is forgiven and past us now.

"Get yourself dressed and wash your face and join us downstairs whenever you are ready," he said. He then kissed my forehead and went downstairs.

Half an hour later, I came down, still sniffling. Beth saw me, smiled playfully, arched her back, ostentatiously rubbed her bum and said "welcome to the club!" We all burst out laughing, even Uncle Richard. I laughed so hard I fell the rest of the way down the stairs, to great hilarity. My bottom probably didnt appreciate that but I didnt notice.

Some hours later, it was time for bed. Uncle Richard and Jenny both tucked me in and kissed me good night. Uncle Richard then stayed and we talked for a few minutes about why what I did was so wrong. As I tried to get to sleep, I could nto help comparing this spanking to the ones I got from my parents. This was probably the hardest spanking of my life, but there was no yelling, no condemnation, no put downs, no telling me to shut up or I'd get another one. Yes, it was a bad day, but I went to sleep happy.

[Often123]

Again a very good one, rachel. All of the characters really care about one another, and uncle Richard doesn't go overboard, but is firm and does provide hugs and forgiveness. This is one good series.

[gshaunm]

you have a good series here.

[younglady72]

You have a fantastic story line with good, every day characters. Easy to see yourself flitting in to be one of them. I hope you post more.