Chapter 4
Once again Jenny was on Uncle Walter's lap. Only this time, she did not sit on it, but rather lay stretched face down across it.
Jenny would be spanked.
Clever Aunt Gloria, strategist of sex and master tactician of lust, had been the one who set up all the arrangements.
She knew well that when a gentleman reaches the age of Uncle Walter, he can often use the additional stimulation of a bit of kinky sex.
Spanking the girl would be a harmless and hot way for the middle aged millionaire to get his hands on the tender teen-a bit of foreplay which would put the girl in the position of being more open to other liberties.
As far as Uncle Walter was concerned, there were no hard feelings about Jenny's having fled from his exposed erection earlier that day.
Indeed, he expected no less, and would have been greatly disappointed if his niece had been receptive to such an outrageous advance.
After all, Jenny was a virtuous virgin, not a little hard-edged slut who could cold-bloodedly spread her legs at the flash of an exposed cock.
The girl's inexperience, her combination of child and woman in the body and mind of a tender thirteen year old girl, was incredibly exciting to Uncle Walter.
So it was that Jenny would be "punished" disciplined for having run away this afternoon, punished with a bare bottom spanking from Uncle Walter.
It all was part of Gloria's plan. Being spanked like a little girl would create desired attitudes in Jenny's psychology.
Being punished like a child would create a feeling of child-like helplessness and vulnerability in her-an attitude which Gloria knew well would be feverishly exciting to a jaded old voluptuary like Uncle Walter.
It would reinforce a feeling of docility and submission in the girl, one which would translate into other, more sexually intimate areas.
All of this went into Gloria's reasoning, little of which she told to Jenny. She wanted the girl to react more or less naturally, with the charm of naturalness and fresh reaction, rather than having the girl be coached into a role which would cause her to lose some of the spontaneity of youth.
Besides, Jenny was under her spell. Gloria had suspected for some time that Jenny was ripe for seduction by a skilled older female such as herself.
She had noticed in the last year or two that Jenny had gotten "crushes" on some of her young and pretty lady teachers in school.
These "crushes" were all perfectly innocent and nonsexual in action, but to Gloria they hinted at a desire for female/female love which could be exploited.
She had not wanted to rush the girl into experience, preferring to let Jenny enjoy the last autumnal days of girlhood before being recruited into the ranks of ex-virgins and those who are sexually experienced.
Gloria had exercised no little self-control in this, since she was highly susceptible to the charms of young girls.
Jenny had been a beautiful child, and now that she had reached puberty she was a lovely young lady, coltish, yes, but with none of the awkwardness or ungainliness of girls who have reached that uncertain age.
For over a year now, since Jenny had gotten her first period, since the first silken hairs grew on her pubic mound and the first soft bumps of flesh sprouted from her formerly flat chest, Gloria had stifled her desire and kept her hands off the girl.
This long period of self-enforced abstinence now was at an end.
Jenny was her little lover ... and it was only the beginning of what she had planned for the girl-a first step in a sentimental education in the ways of lust.
In a way, Gloria felt a hot red spark of flashing jealousy at having to share her little fair-haired thirteen year old with Uncle Walter.
Still, an ultra-realist like Gloria knew the advantages of having Jenny become the toy of the girl-loving millionaire.
In bed, Jenny had been shy at first, until Gloria's skilled kisses and caresses kindled a fire in her young smooth flesh.
Then the girl's thin high-pitched voice had wailed with lust, now once but often, as she was driven to orgasm more than once.
In bed, afterward, resting, Jenny had felt alive in every nerve and muscle and pore of her flesh, with her pussy a steamy mass of pleasure.
Each little kiss and fondling gesture had sent shivers of desire through her. She had felt wanton and uninhibited-new sensations for this demure miss.
But now that she was out of that steamy bed of lesbian lust, and was presented to Uncle Walter, much of the girl's anxious timidity returned.
It showed in her fair-haired head, which was bowed; in her wide pale blue eyes, which were downcast and staring at her small bare feet; in her nervous shiftings and squirmings, as she transferred her weight from one foot to the other.
Gloria stood behind her, hands on the girl's shoulders. She gave Jenny a quick reassuring squeeze, then brought the youngster to Uncle Walter.
Jenny was dressed for bed. She wore a pale pink, lightweight robe over a pair of shortie pajamas, lightweight and gauzy for summer.
The two-piece set of pajamas consisted of a camisole top and a pair of panties cut wide rather than in bikini style.
The cami and panties were snow-white, gauzy, sheer, and clung to her form. The cami top had lace straps stretching over her slim pink shoulders.
"Here she is, Uncle Walter," Gloria announced firmly, "all ready to take her medicine like a big grownup girl!"
Uncle Walter's lined pink face glowed redly, with his eyes glinting. His hands reached out for the girl, trembling with eagerness as they did so.
"First, we'll have to take off this robe," remarked Gloria, who proceeded to do just that as she slipped the robe off Jenny's shoulders.
Jenny felt nakedly exposed when the robe was taken off her, and in truth, the pajamas she wore did little to provide coverage.
Her small plum-sized breasts pressed out in the front of the cami, with her tiny nipples forming little points of flesh.
Her skin was very pink and smooth, where it was not covered. The panties were tight and pressed her pubic mound and hugged her buttocks.
"Come to me, little Jenny girl," wheezed Uncle Walter.
The girl, prompted by Gloria, moved forward until she stood at arm's length within the reach of Uncle Walter.
Excitement caused him to rub his leathery palms together, like a fly washing its hands. Redness shone hotly in his face.
Jenny stood with her hands behind her back and her head bowed low.
-"It was very, very naughty of you to run away from me this afternoon, dear," Uncle Walter chided, "especially since you had not )een excused and given permission to leave. Of course, I make allowances for your youth, but even so, I feel that discipline must be maintained, and your Aunt Gloria fully agrees with me."
"Indeed I do," chimed Gloria.
"I presume that Gloria has fully acquainted you with the facts concerning out little relationship, hmmmmmmm?" Uncle Walter questioned.
"Y-y-y-yes, Uncle Walter," Jenny murmured. "And you do realize why you are here, my child?"
"Yes, Uncle Walter." After a pause, in which Gloria and Uncle Walter waited for Jenny to speak, the girl continued: "I was a bad girl, Uncle Walter. I want to apologize. I want to ask you to punish me for being so naughty."
"Those are my sentiments exactly, young lady. And this being the case, I see no further reason for delay in carrying out the sentence!"
"Yes, Uncle Walter."
He slapped the tops of his thighs. "Over my lap, little missy!"
His hands reached for the girl as approached him from the side to assume the position. Jenny's face burned red and hot!
She stretched out awkwardly across his lap. The crotch of her panties pressed uncomfortably into her pussy, as the panties rode up on her lean hips.
Her groin pressed his. He moved her around on his lap, putting her into the best position for the spanking.
Jenny's head hung down. Her hair was done up in that pair of braids. Additionally, each braid was decorated with a little white satin bow.
Jenny squeezed her eyes shut. Her hands stretched down in front of her, the fingertips just grazing the carpeted floor.
Uncle Walter, excited, breathed hard. "and now I must take down those pretty panties, young lady, in order to spank you on the bare!"
Jenny groaned, heated red shame flushing her face. She squeezed her eyes shut anxiously chewed her pouting lower lip.
Gloria hovered over the scene, eyes glittering and flashing with heated lust, arms sternly folded over her wide, massive bosom.
Her nipples tingled heavily, puckered, and became stiffly erect.
Uncle Walter's hands shook as he reached for the panties. Sheer and tight they were, stretched taut across the girl's ripely rounded rump.
Jenny flinched and moaned as trembling fingers took hold of the waistband of her panties and peeled them down to the tops of her thighs.
Her buttocks were bared. Uncle Walter stared and groaned as he beheld the sheer loveliness of that youthful derriere.
"And now to business," he muttered, as his arm circled the girl's thin waist and pulled her close and held her down on his lap.
The panties had been pulled down in the back, but at the front they were still up and in place, so that her bush and pussy still remained covered:
Her rounded buttocks jiggled and shook. Uncle Walter rolled his eyes in sheer delight, then exchanged lustful, knowing glances with Gloria.
"Since you generally are a wonderfully well behaved young lady, Jenny, and no problem child, I'm inclined to be merciful.
"For that reason, I only intend to give you ten solid smacks on your bottom. Now, what do you say to that, my dear girl?"
"Th-thank you, Uncle Walter ... "
"You're so very welcome, darling. And now to begin.
Ten times his open palm slapped down sharply but not viciously on the girl's backside, cracking with the meaty sound of flesh striking flesh.
Ten times the open palm slapped the buttocks, which jiggled from the impact, and showed red spots of heated color where the hand had fallen.
Each time she was spanked, Jenny moaned and cried out. She covered her face with her hands. The buttocks jiggled long after being slapped.
Each time that he spanked her bottom, his hand rested familiarly on the buttocks for longer and longer periods of time.
Heat rose up in those tingling buttocks, spreading through the girl.
Below her, sliding and squirming and shifting under her panty-covered pussy, Jenny felt Uncle Walter's penis stiffen and grow.
His member expanded into an erection within a matter of seconds from the first swat. After that, it stayed stiff and hard.
It felt like a piece of pipe or a length of cable down there, under Jenny, except that this length of swollen penis flesh burned hotly.
As she was swatted on the backside during the spanking, Jenny shifted and squirmed and made little cries which were music to Uncle Walter's ears.
Her various shiftings and squirmings and fidgetings only heated his hard penis and made it stiffer and even more aroused.
By the time the tenth swat was delivered to her backside, her buttocks glowed with a warm and tingling rosy-red color.
Jenny moaned and murmured. Uncle Walter, after planting the tenth swat in place, rested his hand on her backside.
He started rubbing and kneading her buttocks. Jenny was electrified by this open handling of her precious backside.
She moaned and chewed her lip to keep from crying out loud.
Uncle Walter's hand squeezed, kneaded, and stroked the quivering bottom cheeks. His hand followed a fondling course down to the bottoms of the cheeks.
In back, her panties formed a rolled line of white fabric, where they had been pulled down and lay across her thighs.
Uncle Walter tugged those rolled panties down just a bit farther, so that the delicate pink slit of her pussy was exposed.
Jenny gasped loudly when Uncle Walter's probing finger pressed her pussy.
"Easy does it, Jenny girl," Aunt Gloria cautioned. "If you act up and make a fuss, you can easily have another ten spanks, or even twenty."
"What a beautiful little girl!" Uncle Walter caressed the quivering pussy lips, while tears moistened Jenny's eyes.
"P-p-please don't hurt me, Uncle Walter!" Jenny sobbingly pleaded.
"Hurt you, my dear? Jenny, you wound me! I would never really hurt you, you little darling ... why, I positively adore you!"
His fingers rolled up and down her pussy lips. "Now, this doesn't hurt, does it? Or this ... or this? No, of course they don't."
He took hold of both her pussy lips between his thumb and forefinger and gave them a little squeeze which made Jenny moan, but not with pain.
"Oh, Uncle Walter, what are you doing? I feel so strange!"
"It's nothing compared to what you're doing to me, little lady! Here, get off my lap, darling, and I'll show you!"
Aunt Gloria's heavy breasts shifted and swelled in her blouse as she bent forward from the waist to assist the girl in rising off Uncle Walter's lap.
Jenny rose and stood up, facing Uncle Walter. In front, her little pair of white panties had dropped down, so that her tufted bush was exposed.
And of course in the back, her bottom was totally uncovered.
Jenny cast a quick glance down between Uncle Walter's legs, where the crotch of his pajama bottoms rose in a tent-like bulge.
Jenny sniffled, blinked back her tears. Pouting prettily, she put her hands on her backside to rub some of the soreness out.
"My fanny hurts. Uncle Walter!"
"Why then, I'll kiss it and make it better, dear!"
Aunt Gloria turned Jenny so that her back and bottom faced Uncle Walter, seated still in his padded and deeply cushioned armchair.
"Lean forward, Jenny," Gloria urged, "that's my good girl."
Jenny bent forward from the waist, with Gloria helping support the girl so that she could maintain her balance.
When she bent forward from the waist, her buttocks were thrust outward. Rosy red spots of color shone on her pink buttocks where the spanking had fallen.
Uncle Walter leaned forward in his chair and took hold of her lean hips in his hands. Sweat moistened his leathery palms.
His pink tongue licked thin bluish lips as he pushed his red face forward, until Jenny's sensitized bottom tingled from his hot breath.
"A great big kiss-or two-or three, or ten, or twenty!-for such a beautiful, beautiful bottom," enthused Uncle Walter.
Jenny's backside was pressed by a pair of kissing lips. Uncle Walter planted hot kisses on her rear while clutching her hips.
He nuzzled her bottom with his face, the buttocks rippling as his sweating sharp-featured visage glided over warm, creamy bottom flesh.
But Uncle Walter, once started on this delightful oral adoration of her backside, could hardly restrain himself and halt at merely kissing that bottom.
When it seemed that his puckered lips had hotly pressed each and every inch of her rear, his tongue slipped out to lick the buttocks as well.
Jenny gasped, her pale blue eyes widening from the shock and the intense sensation of the tongue darting up and down her backside.
Saliva smeared on Uncle Walter's face as well as the rippling buttocks he so lovingly, lingeringly licked.
When he raised his heated face from her backside, both face and bottom shone with a silvery coating of his saliva.
But he did not do it by halves. He took hold of her buttocks, one in each hand, and pulled them to the sides, spreading them and opening them.
Jenny really gasped as he held her buttocks wide apart, exposing the little pink button of flesh that was her rosebud anus.
"Just relax, Jenny," soothed Gloria, with some sternness in her voice to stifle any little rebellion the young lass might make at having this intimate part of her body uncovered and orally stimulated.
"I'm so wild about my little Jenny girl that I want to kiss her all over!"
Uncle Walter proved the truth of this observation by wedging his face between her buttocks, which pressed his cheeks.
His puckered lips pressed her quivering little anus and smooched it wetly.
"Oooh!"
Jenny squirmed from a combination of shame and desire, since the rubbing of sucking velvet lips on her little hole set off incredible sensations in her.
Gloria pressed tightly against the girl, firmly holding her. After a prolonged bottom kiss, Uncle Walter came up for air.
"Every part of this darling girl is a delight!" he enthused.
"Careful there, Uncle Walter," said Gloria, "you'll turn this little girl into a sassy spoiled creature with such compliments!"
"I don't care-Jenny deserves to be spoiled, to be covered with compliments and kisses, and that's what I'm going to do!"
This remark pleased Gloria greatly, promising as it did a bright future for the girl who was the desired lobe and lust object of the childless millionaire.
"I have an idea," Gloria said. "Why don't you have Jenny take off all her pajamas, so you can see her in her birthday suit, as she should be seen?"
"A wonderful idea!" Uncle Walter took hold of the chair arms and, grunting with the effort, pulled himself up out of the chair.
He stood facing Jenny, who once more stood up straight, instead of bending forward as she had done for the session of bottom kissing and licking.
"First, we'll take off the top," Uncle Walter said.
He gripped the gauzy camisole and pulled it upward, rolling it up the lean long torso of the little miss, freeing it from her flesh.
Jenny's breasts were bared. Instinctively, the girl crossed her arms in front of her chest, so that they covered her small, superb bosom.
"Modest, my girl?" chuckled Uncle Walter. "That won't do! Oh, it's all very well for you to be modest in the rest of the mansion, but when you're with me, I want you all naked and lovely, the way God made you!"
Aunt Gloria took hold of Jenny's hands and pulled the girl's arms to her sides.
"Lord!" Inside the crotch of his striped pajama pants, Uncle Walter's swollen member jumped and jerked as he lustfully beheld the naked adolescent.
He touched the breasts, his fingers moist with sweat, trembling fingers which pulled and stroked the small, sensitive little mounds.
He took hold of the little button of her nipple and rolled it in his fingers.
"Ah, what have we here?"
His question was answered when Jenny's nipple stiffened into a throbbing pink point of erect tissue.
Her other nipple quickly, indeed immediately followed suit, and became just as stiff and throbbing as its twin, thanks to the touch of Uncle Walter.
"Those titties are just so wonderful, I simply must kiss them!"
And so he did ... Uncle Walter, taller than the skinny teen girl, lowered his head to her chest and nuzzled her small soft breasts.
Jenny closed her eyes shut while his hot wet mouth fastened on her flesh.
His kissing lips covered a nipple. He took the nipple up between his lips and gently nibbled on the little stiff point.
Shooting sensations lanced through Jenny. Her breast was small, small enough so that, by stretching the corners of his mouth, he was able to fit the entire breast in his hot wet cavernous mouth and suck it.
Jenny moaned from the sucking as her small breast was entirely mouthed by Uncle Walter, who performed the same service on the other breast.
When at last he lifted his feverish face from her breasts, each mound shone with a coating of his frothy saliva.
Now it was time for the piece de resistance the uncovering of Jenny's pussy.
After the spanking, the self-conscious girl had tugged up her panties in front, so that her pussy and bush, at least, were modestly covered.
Now Uncle Walter denuded the girl, by taking hold of her panties, tugging them down her lean hips, and letting them fall to the floor.
And so Jenny was now completely nude, with the possible exception of the two white satin bows attached to the bottoms of her braids.
She instinctively put her hands over her pussy to cover it, a gesture which was cut short when Gloria gave her a little nudge.
"I've got to sit down," wheezed Uncle Walter, "this is almost too exciting!"
Indeed it was, as the dark redness of his cock head, which could be glimpsed through the gaping flyhole of his pajama bottoms, testified.
Sitting down in the chair, he reached for Jenny and pulled him to her, so that she stood between his spread legs.
He stared at her pussy, his face so close to her sweet little sex that the silken hairs of her bush were rustled by his hot breath, and her tender pussy lips were quivering under the gasping wheezing breath rolling on them.
He held her bottom with one hand, and fondled the buttocks until Jenny was in a state of erotic distraction.
Then he reached for her pussy.