Subject: RL 17 from Scottsdale (M/F)
From: arizona406@aol.com (Arizona406)
Date: 17 Apr 1996 16:03:20 -0400
What can be said that hasn't already been said. This is a teen girl getting corrected by her Uncle for being kind of a know it all. Get my drift people. If this is not your thing... like forget it. Go somewhere else.
When I was almost 14 I helped out in a political office during the summer. My Uncle ran it and I was kind of goffer person. I didn’t mind. It was full of excitment all the time. They were always short of work that I was included. But most of the workers were college age. They all looked so important. I was in amazed with it all most of the time. And probably was in the way more than I helped. But I tried.
The first day I arrived wearing a brief, blak jacke over an really tigh white sheath dress cut low at the top vut high on the leg. I wanted to dazzle these guys. I wanted some action. I sure don’t get anything with my friends. Just boring. My panties could be seen, at least the outline could. I new I would fit right in.
All I got from my Uncle was a raised eybrow, but I acted like I didn’t know what was going on. I played really inoccent. I was stuning if I do say so my self. I new all these guys were druling, but I also could tell that they knew I was off limits. The girls looked to “kill”. I was starting to feel that I had done the wrong thing in my outfit. But work went on anyway.
When I would walk from one part of the office to the other I would always feel a wave of eyes and work stopped for an instant. Then back into the main objective. All the guys were wanting to help me. I could not tell if they were interested or were just being big brother. I don’t need big brother. Nor big sister for that matter. The girls were kind of cold to me. But I didn’t care.
It was really fast. Somethings just didn’t seem right the way I was suppose to do them. So sometimes I would change this and change that.
And you could hear pin drops when I did. But no one said anything. But when I would turn around things would be put back that I had changed. This got me mad at times. I was the new one, so I tried not to let it bother me.
Then a few weeks after I had started there we had a deadline to meet. A mailing had to go out and go out fast. I was not sure what the big deal was. But there was real tention in the office. So one night my Uncle and Jack, a marketing student, worked late. When I handed my Uncle the section I was responsible for steam seamed to come out of his eyes. I was taken back. In fact, I took a step back. He did not like the way I did it. It wasn’t the way he had told me, but it was better. He sait it was wrong! Not to nicly either. I tried to argue my point. My uncle tole Jack to leace the room for a mintue. My Uncle shut the door as Jack left. My heart was pounding. I thought I was going to get kicked out of the fun.
My Uncle started yelling at me. Not a smooth nice voice that I usually get from him. He is such a cool guy. But I didn’t know this Uncle now. I was really worried. I wanted to be part of all this. It was so exciting. My Uncle said I was not out, but he was going to impress upon me how important it was to do things just as I am told. I now had a different fear. He had this look that I have seen on occasion. Like at a mall one time. Like in the field riding a RV one time. And others. This made me very squirmy.
He started reminded me of all the other times I hadn’t followd my directins to the letter. He took my hand and led me to a chiar. I followed figiting all the way. I was getting a real funny feeling about this. He explained how important the work was. And how the condiate was on the edge of losing his seat. That everything depends on acruacy and timing. Today timing was the thing and now we could miss the opportunity to get some points.
This day we had been downtown to a meeting. Everyone had dressed up. Not like the first day I had shown up. I got into the swing of things and wore jeans most the time. But not today. Today I was wearing off white silk blouse, short pleated skirt, and might add tight. Shows off my stuff. It was up ther to the first day outfit. I enjoyed myself. I knew these guys did not know that I was just 14. Well, almost 14. This summer I would be.
My Uncle kept going on how I make things hard by not doing as I am told. This could be a great opportunity and he was not going to let me mess it. And he was not going to let me mess it up either. And I was going to start doing things without question. If not, I would be out. I agreed with him.
Then my Uncle sat down and pulled me over his lap. My breath just about left me at this. He flipped my skirt up and gently pushed my panties down until my bottom popped out. I could feel the hot summer air run over my bottom. It gave me a thrill, for about a sec. Then I was figgiting at being upturned. It has been about three months since I was in this position. I was totally pissed at this. I was a lady, not a child.
The fist smakc brought a gap from me. Each spank was harder than the first. My first fear was that Jack could hear what was going on. But I soon lost that thought with about the fifth smack. Dead center. The stinging feeling spread. I was starting to understand that my Uncle was really mad. Another smack landed on my right check. Soon several followed moving across to my left. Then down to the base of my bottom. To the top. All parts were attedned to. The stinging really intensified when he would smack a spot three times. All in the same place. About the third my body would start hopping around his lap. He had a tight grip though. And now I completly forgot about Jack in the other room. I began to cry and plead for it to stop. I was sort of mixed here. I was crying from the stinging bottom and I was excitied at being spanked. I was afraid that Jack would come in to see what was happening. And I was desiring hm to come in to see my sexy bottom wiggling. But another spank, a hard spank, brought me out of these thought. It stung like hell.
Then there was a pause. I was not paying to much attention. I was crying and babbling something to my Uncle. I am sure he could not hear. Then there was this echoing SMACK in the room. And I felt the biggiest stinging one yet... that just kind of crawled deep into me. Followed by another might SMACK! I about jumped out of my skin. It was getting unbearable now. I was pinnned ove rhis lap and wasn’t going anywher. The three hard loud smacks landed dead center, where I sit the most. I turned to cry for it to end. My uncle had picked up a paddle. About 10 inches long, 4 wide and oval shaped. Little holes in it. It was awlful. He landed each spank so that it contacted my upturned bottom. Spanking both cheeks at the same time.
I moanded and cried and kiked my feet sending one shoe flying across the room. I knew my bottom had to be past pink. The fire in my bottom was terrible. I would be hurting for awhile when he was finished. He finally asked me if I had learned my lesson. I did not histate one bit. I said yes. This was to much for me. Even me it was to much for. Then when I relaxed thinking that it was over, my uncle landed about ten more spanks all like the last ones. Each sent me bucking and reeling to get off the lap. Arms were trying to protect my bottom. Legs kicking totally out of control. Bottom was wiggling this way and that to get off that lap. But each twist of my bottom was met with a smack from that paddle. I did not try to conseal my discomfort. I screamed at times. Like a baby at this.
Then it was over. I was placed back on my feet. I almost sat on the floor. I did an quick walk around the room rubbing my fanny. Trying to understand how I got in so much trouble by trying to be so helpful. I know in the past I got spanked for doing something naughty. I didn’t think I had. I was just trying to figure all this out. Then Jack came in. My skirt was back in place by this time. I was covered. But I know my eyes wear all teary. I could tell by the look on his face that he knew what had just happened. And he was dazed. Speechless.
I was orded by my Uncle to go clean up and then come back and redo the mailing. They all would help me with it and it would be out on time. I did as I was told. I did not back talk. And from that day on I knew that everyone knew what had happened that night. And they all started treating me differnently. They explained what task I was to do and why it was important. The guys and the girls became my friend. Like I was the little sister, not a threat to steel theattention away from office. It turned into a great summer.
I turned 14 in August and they threw a suprise birthday party for me. Would you be surprised if I got a birthday spanking that day. I didn’t think so. .
MaryJo