“MMMm, Ooooh,” groaning and moaning in pain as the painful slapping continued. Finally there was silence. She waited and waited until she finally opened her eyes, Uncle Bills face staring intently at her. She felt his hands still on her stomach.

“So hot, your skin. You were a good girl, Melissa. Keep up the good work. Hold still for a minute, then you can get up and we can continue.” His hands moved up her stomach, her eyes on them as they moved up to her bra. They quickly moved over the top of them, grasping her tits in the palm of his hand. “Hold still,” he commanded her, his hands grasping and grasping on her youthful breasts.

“Why are you doing that, please, please, stop,” she begged, but her hands continued to grab the posts tightly while Uncle Bill mauled her unprotected breasts.

He released his grip on her tits, and helped to pull her up. “You will have to get used to having boys grabbing your tits. I’m just helping you out. Now stand up, quickly now. We still have more to go, this time it will be your thighs.” He made her stand up, her skirt falling back down to cover her thighs. He pushed a button near the desk and a bar came down from the ceiling, it was like a trapeze bar except this had thick leather cuffs on each end, the bar over five feet long. “If you hold the bar tightly and do not let go of it, I will not use the cuffs on you. Can you do that, Melissa?”

Her body shuddered in fear, it kept getting worse. Her arms reached up and her small hands gripped the bars, holding it tightly. “Don’t tie me up, I don’t want you to do that, I wouldn’t let go.” She felt the bar start moving up, drawing her body up.

“Hold tightly, while I inspect your thighs. I’m going to slip my hands under your skirt. Has any of the boys ever done that to you, Melissa, try to feel up under your skirt?”

“No, do you have to do that, please, nobody has ever touched my like you are doing,” but she saw him move a chair before her, sitting on it, his eyes staring at her body. She felt the hands slipping under her skirt, moving up her hips, over her naked flesh. They moved up higher, moving behind her, almost grasping her panty covered ass cheeks.

She started sobbing when she heard his next words.

“Your skirt is in the way this time, turn around so I can take it off. You want me to take off your skirt, don’t you? Ask me to strip you down to your bra and panties,” he taunted her.

Melissa’s mother sat in the bar, a fresh drink in front of her, the music blaring loudly, her friends talking to her, but she was ignoring them. She was thinking of Melissa. She’s all right. She can take care of herself, she is a big girl. And it is not so bad, I went through it. Bill will just probably spank her and let her go. She went back to her friends, drinking and talking.

Her crying became louder, her sobs choking back the words. “Strip me,” she loudly said, knowing that were the words that would make Uncle Bill happy. And with those words, she felt him turn her around, the bar circling, allowing her to continue to grasp it tightly as she was positioned to be stripped of her skirt. She felt his hands, they did not seem to care, moving over her plump ass cheeks, making no attempt to conceal their purpose. She felt the fumbling of his fingers on the button. The sound of the zipper pulling down sounded so loud. And then she felt the material slipping down her naked legs, falling to the floor beneath her. She could feel his breath on her ass as she continued to sob.

His fingers traced up the inside of her thighs, barely able to enter, her thighs clenched tightly together. He teased her, his finger tracing up and down the divide of her legs, almost touching her panties before running back down again. He watched her clenching her thighs together, stopping him from having his way with her.

“I need access to your thighs, relax your leg,” reaching down to her ankle. “Relax, it will not hurt,” grabbing her slender ankle in his hand and slowly raising it up towards the desk.

Melissa balanced precariously, her arms holding the bar preventing her from falling over as she was balanced on one leg, Uncle Bill bending her leg and placing her ankle on the top of the desk. Her legs were now at a right ankle, one pulled out straight onto the desktop. Her crotch felt so exposed and open.

“A little higher, I think,” grabbing the pillow still on the desk and pushing it under her ankle. “This will be more comfortable for your ankle.”

The pillow was softer, but her leg was now arched up higher, her thighs straining from the unnatural spread of her legs. She looked down and was humiliated at how she looked, her crotch was so open, her panties just barely covering her sex, a few stray strands of hair peeking out from beneath them. Her naked thigh was now completely exposed. She heard the sound of a motor, the bar again rising up higher, Melissa having to stand on her toes to continue to grip it tightly.

Bill liked how she looked, her sex so openly display. He imagined how she would look if her panties were gone, how her sex would be opened up. Soon, he thought, soon I will have her naked, maybe next week. “Good girl, Melissa, your mother would be proud of you. Such nice thighs, such smooth skin,” his hands beginning to run over the pink flesh exposed. He felt her body trembling, partially from holding such a taut position, partly in fear as his hands continued to rub her skin within inches of her panty covered sex. He moved closer to her, his hip banging into her panty covered pussy on purpose, pressed hard against it. He could feel her pussy lips beneath the scanty garment.

She had never felt anything like it. His body was rubbing against her sex. The thin, silk panties did little to cover her vagina. She felt one hand grip her leg at the knee.

“SSSLAAP,” the noise rang out in the room.

“OOOOW, god, that hurts,” she cried out as his hand slapped hard against her tender thighs.

He rubbed the spot he had hit, feeling the heat already, seeing the pink skin already turning redder. “SSSLLAAP, SSSSLLLAAAP,” again, this time twice in succession, feeling her body shudder in pain. His hands returned to caress the hot flesh. He continued to rain down slaps to her sensitive inner thighs, her body shuddering in pain as he did. But she maintained the position, held the bar tightly, making no attempt to stop the punishment. Her thigh was turning a dark red. He switched to the leather fly swatter, the intensity of the slapping increasing.

After a few minutes, he stopped, turned Melissa the other way and put her other leg up high on the desk. He now had fresh, pale skin to work on. He immediately began to strike her untouched flesh with the fly swatter, the splats ringing out in the room. She had begged him not to do the other leg, laughing as he rejected her pleas.

“What are you doing, don’t touch me there, please,” she begged. She felt his large hand grip her panty covered sex, his finger slipped between her pussy lips.

“I just want to make sure I don’t accidentally hit your pussy with the fly swatter. You’re not ready for that yet. You want me to protect you, don’t you Melissa. I’m only watching out for your best interests. You want my hand on your pussy don’t you?”

Melissa squirmed as she felt the pulsating hand on her pussy.

This was the first time any boy or man had ever touched her there. She could feel the heat from it, it moving slowly, wedging itself between her pussy lips. She could not move away from it, only able to jerk her hips back a little, but having to return or losing her balance. It looked like she was trying to rub up and down against it. She tried to hold still, pushing against the hand, forcing it further between her pussy lips as she did.

He could feel the heat and wetness on his fingers as he gripped her sex. He continued on with the slapping of the fly swatter, letting his finger move slowly, rubbing around her pussy as he continued to abuse her thigh.

“Oh, god, that hurts, please, aren’t you finished yet, it burns so bad,” she cried, tears running down her cheeks as she stood there, spread and open and submit to his spanking and fondling of her flesh.

Bill stopped, moving his hard cock against her leg, both of his hands reaching down between her legs, one in front, the other grabbing at her spread ass cheeks, gripping them tightly, making her feel his hard cock on her flesh.

“No, please, no, don’t touch me like that,” she cried out, but was unable and unwilling to stop him. She felt his hands touch her, not accidentally but gripping her from the front and rear in his large hands, clenching and unclenching on her almost naked sex. She stood there, subjecting herself to his fondling, feeling his fingers running over her almost naked flesh.

Finally he released her, stepping back to admire her body. Her face was flushed, her thighs and stomach a dark red, the black panties and bra in sharp contrast, standing still in her shoes and socks, now seemingly out of place. He walked over to the couch and sat down.

Melissa picked up her sweater and skirt, and began to pull the sweater over her head.

“Not yet, Melissa. I want you still in your underwear. Come over here and sit next to me.”

“Please, let me get dressed first, please,” begging, feeling more naked and vulnerable then ever before.

“No, over here now,” patting the couch besides him.

She sat down next to him, her legs clenched tightly together.

“Closer,” putting his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. He felt her scoot closer, unable to prevent him from having his way. He moved his head closer to hers, his face only inches from her cheek. “You’ve been a good girl, Melissa. You’re almost done now. Just obey a little more and you can go.”

Melissa felt revulsion as he cuddled her as if she was his girlfriend. His face was only inches from hers. “What, what do you want now?” She felt him grab one of her hands and place it in his lap. She felt something hard, his penis and pulled her hand back quickly. “No, not that.”

“Now, now, Melissa, obey, you don’t want me to slap your thighs again. I have a riding crop I could use on them.” He pulled her hand back, feeling her resistance, then her muscles relaxed and he dragged his hand over to his crotch again. His cock twitched as he felt her hand touch his pants. “Do you know what that is?”

She felt him rubbing her hand on his pants, feeling the rock hard member beneath it. “It’s, it’s your penis,” she stammered, ashamed at what he was forcing her to do.

Bill laughed, “no Melissa, it’s my cock or prick, a penis is something soft and limp. A cock or prick is hard. You may call it my prick. Can you say that?”

His hand continued to manipulate hers, feeling the penis beneath her fingers twitching. He was making her say and do things again. “Your prick,” she said, her face turning red in embarrassment. Here she was, still half naked on the couch, rubbing his prick and saying the word to him. God, would it ever end.

“I want you to rub my prick, I want you to rub it up and down like this,” forcing her hand to stroke his hard prick. “Yes, that is good, Melissa, do you know what you are doing, you are going to masturbate me, rub my prick until I cum. I know you can make me cum, your hands are so soft and gentle.” He moved closer to her face again, whispering in her ear, “I’m going to release your hand, I want you to do it yourself, OK?” He let go of her hand and waited. Her hand stopped rubbing, then began to rub again. “Good girl, such a good girl.”

Melissa could not believe what she was doing, sitting half naked on the couch while rubbing her Uncle’s prick, rubbing it until she would make him cum. God, what was her mother making her become.

“Use your other hand, and move it lower. I want you to cup my balls. They are full of hot cum waiting for your hands to coax out,” his lips only an inch from her ear. He felt her other hand reach down and tentatively grab his balls. “GGGoddd,” feeling her squeeze his balls rather hard beneath his pants, but still enjoying her stimulation of his swollen balls. “Use your other hand that is rubbing my prick and find the end of it and squeeze the head of it hard.” He let his lips run lightly over her cheek, planting tiny kisses on her face. “God, your good, Melissa, have you ever done this before?”

She listened to his commands and obeyed, stroking his prick up and down, grabbing it tightly through his pants. Her other hand reached further down his pants, finding two round objects, her hand gripping them tightly and squeezing them. She heard him groan, not sure if in pain or pleasure, so she did it again, this time harder. She was rewarded with another grunt. She ran her fingers up his shaft until she reached the end and then did as he said gripping the head with two fingers and digging them into it deeply. It was hard, yet still soft, her fingers pushing into the yielding flesh. She felt proud of herself as he continued to encourage her.

She was good, she might not know what she was doing, but she was doing it intuitively, her hands making his prick harder. “Every Friday, you are going to have to make me cum, Melissa. You make my prick so hard when I punish you, you will have to relieve me before you are finished. I will teach you how to pleasure me. He reached for her head and turned her towards him, his lips reaching out and touching hers, his tongue seeking entrance to her lips.

“MMMM,” her hands stopping, her head trying to break free of his kiss. Why was he trying to kiss her? She turned her head away, her hands returning to stroke his prick again. He was getting too aggressive, treating her like she was his lover. She had to get him off soon. “OOW,” she yelped, his fingers pinching her thigh.

“Open your legs again, I want to feel those hot thighs,” his hands forcefully pushing between her legs until she relaxed them, letting them spread open. “Stroke my prick.” He looked down at her, slightly slumped in the couch next to him, her hands urgently stroking his cock, the other hand either playing with his balls or pinching the head of his prick. Her legs were spread in a wide V, the black panties outlined by her pale, white skin. His hand began to run up and down her thighs, each time moving closer to her panty covered pussy. His other hand reached up to her naked belly, running over the hot, red skin.

She could feel his fingers becoming more urgent, the one on her belly sliding lower, down over her abdomen, slipping cautiously into her silk panties, sliding down over her naked flesh. The other continued to rub her thighs, his knuckles moving against her panty covered pussy, each time with more force until he started to grind them into her pussy lips. “OOOUUCH,” he had pulled her pubic hair, yanking out a few of the hairs. It was time to end it, she begin to masturbate his prick faster, her other hand massaging his balls gently as she felt him begin to shudder.

“Oh, God Melissa, you are so good, I’m going to cum.” His hand dug down into her panties, cupping her naked pussy, a fat finger slipping between her wet pussy lips as he began to shoot inside his pants.

“Ahhhhww,” startled as she felt his hand on her naked pussy, fingers playing up and down her slit. “Sttooop,” she yelled, her other hand yanking his hand out of her panties, feeling the prick beneath her fingers begin to spasm, feeling it shudder and shake. So that is what it felt like when it came. Her fingers continued to rub the member, fingers pinching the head, hearing his groans when she did. His hand rested on top of hers, slowing her movements to a clenching and unclenching on the spewing prick inside his pants. He could feel the wetness as he shot a load of cum inside his shorts.

“You were good, Melissa, your hand was really good, did you enjoy making me cum?”

“Can I go now, Uncle Bill? Can I get dressed and leave?”