The best laid schemes

Uncle Steve isn’t really my uncle. He’s, like, my dad’s best friend since they were roommates in college. Back then they both got called “Tim-and-Steve” because there was no point trying to keep them separate. Anyway, he’s been Uncle Steve to me my whole life.

He lives far away, but if he flies in, like for work or something, he spends a few days with us.

Yeah, so he showed up Monday night, which the pares knew about but hadn’t bothered to give me a clue. He brought me a present, like always, which was ok but still kinda like, y’know, for a kid, like he lost track of how I’m practically an adult now.

So that night I thought up this great way I could get him to notice that and maybe up his present-giving game. Next day when the growns were just gabbing, I put on my jean skirt which is, like, crazy short. I sat facing Uncle Steve and fooled around with my tablet, like I was all distracted and everything. Then after a while I spread my legs, so from Steve’s angle he’d get a perfect look at my panties right over my pussy.

I’m sure I got the details right and Uncle Steve definitely glanced my way a few times, but he wasn’t staring or anything, and he didn’t act like anything was unusual.

The next thing I tried was a loose top without a bra. It showed my nipples as bumps but also the darker circles showed through a little bit. If Uncle Steve payed attention he could see my boobs bouncing and my nipples, and through the arm holes or down the neck when I bent over, he could see them bare. My friend Chelsea says I have the best boobs in our class.

I was pretty frustrated when that didn’t work either.

I put on my sort of private-back-yard bikini, and walked to the kitchen to ask my mom if I could wear it to the beach. She said no for the millionth time, and I only argued to seem normal. But I got to pass by Uncle Steve twice, and if he didn’t pick up on my bare bottom and the tan-lines from what I can wear in public and my legs all the way up and everything… then what, ok?, what was I s’posed to do? God, I practically shoved my bare ass right into his face.

So, yeah, one last try.

Late that night he came into the guest bedroom and there I was, under the covers on his bed. When he turned the light on he saw me, and he was all “Tracy, what are you doing here?”

So I sat up and let the covers drop, and he could see my boobs with nothing on. He kinda froze there so I figured what the hell, and I pushed the covers all the way off so he could see, like, everything. I didn’t even have my legs together, so, yeah, all that.

He definitely looked at me then. Actually it was pretty intense and it almost felt like he was touching me. Really weird.

It’s not like I expected he would do any sex things with me, being my pretend uncle and my dad’s friend and all. I just wanted him to think of me as grown up and treat me that way and maybe, I don’t know, next time he’d bring me my own car or something wicked cool like that. He doesn’t have a wife or kids and my dad says he’s got money out his ears, so, y’know, why not?

He finally unfroze and came over to the bed. He was standing really close and it made me pretty nervous. For some reason I stood up, I don’t know, maybe in case I had to escape or something, but anyway we ended up facing each other. It really hit me how he was much bigger than me. I would’ve had to tilt my head up to look him in the eye but I found myself looking down instead. All of a sudden I felt like my whole plan was fucked-up stupid, and I wished super hard that I could undo it.

That’s when he put his hands on my waist. Oh god oh god what’s happening, I thought, what have I done? Is he going to pull me close, feel my body, kiss me? Is he really going to do sex with me? Like, for real? I never -- I don’t even know how. And then… oh my god, Tracy, you complete fucking idiot.

He held me. He turned me. Hands everywhere, warm, large, solid, making me tremble. I was helpless. He suddenly sat down on the bed, and then he was pulling… I didn’t even notice every move, but in seconds I was lying face down across Uncle Steve’s lap.

He started spanking me.

I reached back to protect my bottom and he moved my arm out of the way and kept going. He didn’t say anything for a long time, he just smacked my ass a thousand times. I think I probably started crying after the first few.

Then he said, “Tracy, you know I love you -- have since you were a baby. I don’t know what you’ve been up to all day, exhibiting your body and trying to provoke me. I hope you can tell me later. But you must understand that your body, your privacy, your dignity… those are valuable, and I can’t let you get in the habit of thinking they’re just playing pieces in some sort of game.”

I was crying too hard to answer. But I understood, I think.

He kept going on my ass, then. I should probably think that humiliating myself and acting like a mega-loser jerk and disappointing a guy who had always been super good to me was worse than the pain. But at the moment, pain won.

I couldn’t see the door, so when Uncle Steve said, “Well, Tim, what do you think?” I absolutely totally freaked out. But I was still held in place and there was nothing I could do.

My dad said, “That’s a good start. I think you can turn her over to me, now.” Then Uncle Steve stopped holding me. I started to get up, looking for something to cover up with, but my dad said, “Go straight to the office, Tracy. Don’t wander, don’t stop for anything. Now.”

So I had to leave the room naked with both of them watching. And my bottom hurt worse than anything I ever felt.

I wanted to find some PJs or at least panties but I wasn’t allowed. My dad’s home office is where he keeps the straps and the paddle, so I pretty much knew what was coming.

I don’t think this idea of being all grown up is working out like I hoped.

-- Frenulum

Future

He left the office and hit the down button for the elevator, thinking of nothing but where to grab lunch. He had a handful of favorites, mostly chosen based on what sort of food he felt like; all of them featured fully nude servant girls, and sometimes the variety among them was also a factor.

He heard the approaching elevator, then voices. The doors slid open to reveal two girls in the car, who fell silent immediately upon seeing him.

They were clad in standard business wear: feminine mini-dresses and heels so steep that the girls were nearly on their toes. Both had waist-length hair, trimmed for neatness but never shortened. The brunette, whom he had seen around the building a few times, sported an off-the-shoulder frock in red with white polka-dots. The redhead, new to him, wore a pretty calico print, with lace trimming the cap sleeves and hem.

As the car resumed its descent, he placed a hand on the redhead’s thigh and slowly slid it upward, until he was lifting her dress. When his fingertips found her panties he pushed them under the edge, and soon had one bottom cheek well in hand. He gave it a few squeezes.

Both girls were young enough to have been born after the passage of the Patriarchy Restoration Act. Neither would even imagine objecting to his authority.

“Nice ass,” he observed.

The girl replied, “Thank you, sir.”

He pulled his hand out of her panties, allowing her dress to fall back into place. He turned it palm-upward in a gesture any girl would recognize. The subject of his attentions promptly crossed her wrist over his, and a faint tingle signaled to both of them that her profile had been transferred: contact information, biography, sexual experience, and so on; his cryptographic token — proof of meeting, validation for further contact — went to her. At the moment, he checked just one essential profile item, her status: Never Owned.

The doors opened. “I’ll look you up soon,” he said.

“Thank you, sir.”

They all left the building. As he watched the girls walk away, admiring their legs, the redhead glanced over her shoulder, smiled, and did a quick pirouette. Her dress lifted up and out to give him a charming view of white lace panties and tempting curves, accompanied by another bright smile.

The day was clear and warm, perfect for a walk, so he decided on the Black Rabbit Pub for lunch. The food was good, and the servant girls all wore bunny-tail butt plugs, a sight he particularly enjoyed.

While he waited for his lunch order, he perused the redhead’s vitals on his retinal display. Haley was her name — pretty. She had a class AAA fellatio certificate, he noted with interest, and was working on her AA-levels.

He sent a Service-Opportunity packet to Haley's Direct Internal Messaging address. Within the statutory five minutes, she would reply "No, thank you, sir" -- or grant unlimited consent to anything he could imagine. He felt confident, since she had already flirted a bit.

Some hard spanking — it wasn’t just a nice ass, it was a great one — and some vigorous face-fucking would make for a lovely way to get acquainted.

— Frenulum