Spanked By Uncle Tommy

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Katrina has just celebrated her eighteenth birthday and asks a favor of Tommy, her step uncle who has been a brother-like friend to her father. She has always remembered Tommy as a kind man, and so doesn’t think twice when she asks to borrow his new $200,000 luxury Mercedes-Benz. After a wild, drugged out night, she and her boyfriend total the car. Tommy is understandably pissed and even more upset when Katrina begs him not to tell her father. Tommy agrees and doesn’t ask anything in return of Katrina for his kindness. But suddenly, in a fit of rage, he grabs the naughty schoolgirl and spanks her, leaving Katrina horrified, embarrassed but more than a little turned on. It turns out there is another side to Tommy no one knows about…and she is soon to find out all the gritty details. How long can this innocent girl keep Tommy’s sicko desires a secret?

Warning: This 9,000+ word book contains graphic language, erotic situations between an older man and a younger girl, light BDSM, domination, submission and some humiliation. This story has been written for adults only . Please know that all characters in this story are 18 years old or older and no sexual partners are of blood relation.

Story Excerpt:

Tommy stood up from his desk and walked over to meet her. “You know what really upsets me, Katrina?”
“What?”
“You lied. You violated my trust. That’s what really disappointed me.”
“I’m sorry,” she whined.
“And your dad shielding you from discipline doesn’t help anything. You’re going to grow up to be spoiled and selfish.”
“I know.”
“You know in my day, if I pissed off the teacher I got a paddling. Right on the butt. Nowadays they don’t do that anymore. They call it corporal punishment. I say, they just don’t know how to discipline a child.”
Katrina listened in awe as Tommy eyed her tush.
“Maybe that’s what you need, Katrina,” he said, finding her bashful eyes.
“Maybe…” she squeaked.
“Put your hands on the desk. Butt out.”
She hesitated at first, but upon his second, louder command, she followed suit.
“I’m only doing this because I love you.”
“I know…”
“Pull up your skirt.”
“But then you’ll see my underwear…”
“This isn’t a game, Katrina. Do what I say.”