This story was inspired by a conversation I had with a co-worker, concerning her two grandchildren. The kids are real; Uncle Roy is a figment of my imagination.

The following is a work of fantasy intended for an adult audience that enjoys stories about spanking. If you don't fit all these categories, please find another newsgroup.

"I see it! I see the airport!" Megan squealed happily, looking out the airplane window.

Janell hardly glanced up from her book. She supposed she should be more excited; her first flight, visiting a relative she'd never seen before, in a state far from her home. But, it was hard for Janell to get excited about anything, especially with Megan around.

Of course, Janell thought ruefully, looking down at herself, it wasn't all Megan's fault. Childhood could be a wonderful, magical time -- if one was a cute child. And therein lay Janell's problem: her weight. It couldn't be called baby fat, and she certainly wasn't pleasantly plump. No, Janell was seriously overweight.

Life as a "heavy" child was difficult enough; having an adorable, pixieish little sister only made things worse. Janell vaguely remembered when Megan was born. Only three, yet already pudgy, she'd felt disgruntled about how everyone was lavishing affection on the baby while virtually ignoring her. That's how it was with all new babies, her father explained; things would return to normal once the novelty wore off. Well, four years later, Megan was still the star attraction, and Janell was still invisible. Moreover, Megan quickly learned to capitalize on her pixie status -- usually to Janell's detriment.

Even the prospect of a three-week visit with Uncle Roy, her mother's older brother, whom she'd never met before, didn't excite her. Megan would be along, and she knew what that meant.

That morning at the airport, after both parents hugged and kissed the girls goodbye, their mother admonished them to behave themselves. Uncle Roy, she explained, was very old-fashioned and very strict, and if the girls were naughty, he might just turn them over his knee and spank them.

Megan just smiled her usual impish smile -- as well she might, Janell thought sourly. Megan never, ever got spanked -- just as she never had to sit in the timeout chair, or write sentences, or do extra chores, or --

Almost savagely, Janell tore her mind away. No sense dwelling on it; that didn't make things any better. The flight went about as Janell expected; Megan (of course) got the window seat. Janell had a better view out the window of her school bus each morning. And, naturally, Megan charmed the flight attendants out of several extra bags of honey-roasted peanuts. But did she share any with her big sister? Janell knew better than to even ask.

The plane soon landed and taxied to a halt. Janell stuffed her book into her tote bag, waited for the crowd to clear, then led her sister off the plane and into the terminal. At the top of the gateway ramp, they spotted a lanky, ruggedly handsome man they recognized from the pictures he'd sent in preparation for their visit.

"Uncle Roy!" Megan cried, dropping Janell's hand and rushing to him, arms outstretched, already pouring on the charm. "Well, you must be Megan!" he boomed, scooping her up in his arms. Janell hung back, both from shyness and the certainty that he didn't want to see her, anyway.

Uncle Roy and Megan exchanged hugs, then (somewhat to Janell's surprise), he put the little girl down and stepped over to his oldest niece. "And you must be Janell," he said. Still tongue-tied, she nodded. "You got a hug for your Uncle Roy?" he inquired, holding his arms out.

She still hung back, not quite believing he was talking to her when Megan was around. "Well, how about a handshake, then?" he asked, dropping his left arm. Shyly, she put her palm in his, her small hand swallowed up in his large one. "It's very nice to meet you, Janell," he said, gravely. She managed a smile.

After checking out with the gate attendant, the trio headed for the luggage claim area. Megan immediately ran in front of Uncle Roy, holding her arms up to him. "Uncle Roy! Carry me! I'm tired!" she wheedled.

"Now, how could you be tired after sitting down for that long plane ride?" Uncle Roy chuckled. Nevertheless, he picked her up again, comfortably nestling her on one hip. Then he turned back to Janell. "How about you, Janell? Or does a grown-up girl like you get carried any more?"

Janell shook her head, inwardly grateful that he hadn't called her a "big" girl -- a term which, in Janell's case, had an unfortunate double meaning. "Well, hold my hand, then," he said, reaching out to her again. "It's a big airport, and I'd hate to lose you."

They made their way through the airport, Megan babbling nonstop about the flight, Uncle Roy giving an occasional "Uh-huh" or "That's nice." After a short delay at the luggage claim, the girls' suitcases appeared. Uncle Roy picked up the larger of the two and handed the smaller to Janell. He then took the tote bag from her and gave it to Megan, saying, "Here, you carry this." Both girls looked askance; Megan never carried anything.

"Uncle Roy, I'm tired! I want you to carry me --" Megan began, but Uncle Roy cut her off. "Oh, I've carried you enough for one day! It's not that far to the truck."

Momentarily nonplused, Megan tried a new tact. "Uncle Roy, can I sit up front with you?" "Sure, honey," he replied absently. Megan shot a triumphant look at Janell, who lowered her estimation of Uncle Roy a few notches. A brief walk found them in the short-term parking lot, where Uncle Roy stopped beside ... a well-worn pickup truck. There was no back seat. Both girls would be sitting up front.

Uncle Roy stashed the girls' luggage in the bed of the truck, then helped them in, Megan in the middle, Janell by the window (this time!). He climbed aboard himself, fastened Megan's seat belt and checked Janell's, then started up the truck and set off.

All the way home, Uncle Roy kept trying to involve Janell in the conversation, asking her questions about home, school, and her other activities. Janell, still trying to get used to the attention, answered mainly in monosyllables -- when she could get a word in around Megan's constant chattering. At one point, Uncle Roy turned to the little girl and said sharply, "Megan, please! I asked Janell a question, and I'd like to hear the answer." That surprised Megan so much, she actually quieted down -- for about fifteen seconds.

Eventually, they pulled up at Uncle Roy's house. He ushered the girls inside, gave them the tour, then showed them the rooms they'd be staying in. After the girls unpacked (Uncle Roy helping Megan, while Janell did her own -- although he did ask her if she needed any help, she conceded), he ordered them a pizza for dinner, letting each girl specify the toppings for half. Janell got her favorite black olives, a rare treat for her. ("I don't like black olives!" Megan whined when Janell placed her order. "Then you don't have to eat that side of the pizza!" Uncle Roy responded.)

After dinner, Uncle Roy took a bear-shaped cookie jar down from the counter and gave his nieces each two chocolate-chip cookies. Janell found them delicious. "Did you bake these yourself, Uncle Roy?" Megan asked, her mouth full.

He chuckled. "No, your Uncle Roy's not much of a cook. I got these from a bakery down the road."

"I want another cookie!" Megan said, reaching for the jar.

"No, Megan, you've had enough," Uncle Roy responded, snatching it from her grasp and replacing it on the kitchen counter. "Uncle Roy!" she pleaded, but he held firm. "The answer's no. And I don't want to see either of you in this cookie jar without my permission, unless you want your fanny warmed!" Janell smiled at this confirmation of her mother's warning. Neither she nor Uncle Roy saw the determined look Megan gave the cookie jar.

Dessert over, both girls bathed, got into their pajamas, and brushed their teeth. They joined Uncle Roy in the living room, Megan sitting on his lap, Janell beside him on the couch, watching some cartoon videos he'd rented. After a while, he looked at his watch and started getting to his feet, announcing, "Okay, Megan, it's your bedtime."

"I wanna finish the movie!" she protested, but again he held his ground. "No, your folks want you in bed now. You can finish the movie tomorrow. Let's go," he replied, carrying the reluctant girl down the hall to her bedroom. About ten minutes later, he came back into the living room and resumed his seat by Janell. About thirty seconds after that, Megan reappeared and plopped herself down in his lap again.

"What are you doing here?" he asked. "I thought I sent you to bed."

"I'm not sleepy, Uncle Roy! I wanna finish the movie!"

"Absolutely not. Come on, back to bed with you," he said, getting up again.

"Well ... read me another story!"

"I've read you three already, but ... oh, all right." They proceeded down the hall again. Janell kept watching the video, glad to be rid of that distraction.

About half an hour elapsed before Uncle Roy reentered the living room. "I thought she'd never get to sleep," he sighed, sitting down by Janell again. They watched the rest of the movie in silence, then Uncle Roy checked his watch again and said, "Well, Janell, I figure it's your bedtime too."

Finding herself suddenly droopy-eyed, Janell followed Uncle Roy down the hall to her room. He helped her into bed, then asked, "I don't suppose you need a story, do you?"

"No," she answered, reaching for her book.

"Well," he went on, seating himself on the bed beside her, "it can be hard getting to sleep in a new bed, so maybe I better stay here for a while, until we're sure you're all right."

"'Kay," Janell responded, already losing herself in the story, scarcely noticing as Uncle Roy slid his arm behind her head. Still, she thought, it did feel awful good, in this warm, comfortable bed, Uncle Roy's arm around her, so cozy, so ... nice ...

Uncle Roy gently removed the book from his sleeping niece's hands, tucked her in, kissed her forehead, and shut off the light, leaving the door slightly ajar.

Janell felt herself gently shaken awake the next morning. Uncle Roy stood over her in his robe. "Good morning, Sleeping Beauty," he said, grinning broadly. "Your sister's up and about already. Keep an eye on her, will you? I'm going to take a shower, then we'll all go out for breakfast."

Still not quite awake, Janell climbed out of bed, pulled on some clothes, and set off in search of Megan. She checked the little girl's room; no Megan. She looked in the living room; not there, either. She went into the kitchen; there was Megan, wearing one of her ultrashort pixie dresses, standing on a stool, the cookie jar open beside her, cramming a cookie into her mouth.

"Megan!" Janell said, sharply. "Uncle Roy said not to eat those! I'm telling! You're in trouble!"

"No, I'm not," Megan replied, jumping down off the stool. "I'll tell him you ate them."

"He won't believe you," Janell protested.

"Yes he will. He'll believe anything I tell him. He likes me better than you, anyway."

"He does not!"

"He does so. He told me last night. He likes me better than you."

"He did not!" Janell shouted, determined not to cry.

"Did too, did too, did too!" Megan chanted, grinning smugly.

"What's going on in here?" Uncle Roy entered the kitchen behind Megan, wearing a flannel shirt and jeans, his hair still wet from the shower.

"Uncle Roy!" Megan ran to him. "Janell ate all the cookies!"

"She did?" he asked, scooping her up. He pulled a chair out from the kitchen table and sat down, setting the girl on his lap. "And after I said not to. That was very naughty, wasn't it?"

Megan nodded, smiling at Janell. Uncle Roy, on the other hand, hadn't even looked at his oldest niece. He focused all his attention on Megan as he asked, "I think a naughty girl like that deserves a spanking, don't you?"

The little girl's smile widened as she nodded again. Despite herself, Janell felt her eyes tearing up. It was true! Uncle Roy was no different from anyone else! And now she was going to get spanked for something she hadn't done -- while Megan watched, no less!

Uncle Roy put one hand under Megan's legs and lifted her from his lap. Instead of putting her down, though, he lightly tossed her up into the air, giving her a half-twist so she came down face-first, and catching her in his arms again. "Yes, sir, a good spanking for the naughty girl who ate all the cookies," he said as he laid her across his knees. In that position, Megan's dress didn't come close to covering her pink-flowered panty-clad bottom.

"Uncle Roy! Uncle Roy! It wasn't me! It was Janell!" Megan squealed, kicking and wriggling furiously.

"Oh, really?" Uncle Roy inquired dryly. "If Janell ate all the cookies, how come _you've_ got chocolate on your breath -- and crumbs on your blouse?" Not waiting for a response, he raised his hand and smacked the girl squarely on her rump.

Megan's squeals went up an octave. She reached a hand behind her, to cover her behind, but Uncle Roy took her tiny wrist in his huge hand and held it to her side, leaving her bottom exposed and vulnerable. With no further impediment, he administered five more solid spanks, then paused and addressed the sobbing girl.

"Now, Megan, not only did you disobey me, but you also lied to me. As you'll find out, the punishment for lying in this house is worse than the punishment for disobedience." Keeping hold of Megan's wrist, Uncle Roy reached his left hand underneath the girl and easily lifted her again, while his other hand dragged her panties down. "No!" Megan protested, but Uncle Roy paid no mind.

Janell felt a nonsensical pang of jealousy. Even Megan's rump was adorable! Her jealous feelings disappeared rapidly, though, as Uncle Roy administered another dozen firm swats to the little girl's bare cheeks, his large hand completely covering her baby-butt with each spank. Megan's backside was about midway between the pink and red crayons in Janell's Crayola set by the time Uncle Roy finished the spanking and lifted her back to her feet.

Too concerned with the aftereffects of her first real spanking to care about modesty, Megan hopped from one foot to the other, rubbing her bottom with both hands, her panties falling to her ankles. Uncle Roy watched her for a few seconds, then ordered, "Now, young lady, go to your room and think about what just happened." She paid him no mind, rubbing furiously and crying freely. "MAY-gan!" Uncle Roy said firmly, heavy stress on the first syllable. "I told you to go to your room. You disobeyed me once. Are you going to disobey me again?"

That got through to the little girl. She ran out of the kitchen as fast as her panty-constricted legs would carry her. Uncle Roy watched her go, then, for the first time since he'd come into the kitchen, looked at Janell. "I bet that doesn't happen very much in your house, does it?" he asked her.

"No," she replied, then some of her frustrations slipped out. "Not to her, anyway."

Uncle Roy frowned, and Janell momentarily regretted her outburst. But Uncle Roy's expression was thoughtful, not angry. He stood up and led Janell into the living room.

Taking a photo album down from a bookshelf, he sat down in an easy chair and said, "Come here, I want to show you something." Janell obediently went over and stood beside the chair, looking over his shoulder. Uncle Roy looked at her distractedly, then said, "No, come here." He took her arm, guiding her around the chair and up onto his lap. Janell was amazed again. Between her weight gain and Megan, her lap time with her parents had significantly diminished.

Uncle Roy opened the album and pointed to a certain photo. "Do you recognize anybody here?" he asked. Janell examined the photograph; it showed Megan standing next to a spectacularly ugly little boy. "That's Megan," she said, wondering who the boy was.

He chuckled. "You think that's your sister? Take a closer look."

Janell turned back to the photo. True, she'd never seen Megan wearing that outfit, or with her hair done that way, and yet ... no, it wasn't Megan. But who could it be? There was something very familiar about the eyes, the smile ...

Understanding dawned. "That's Mom," she said, looking back at Uncle Roy. "That's right," he replied, "that's your mother when she was Megan's age. And that", tapping the boy with his finger, "is me when I was your age. So I know what life with a cute little sister is like."

"You do?" she asked. "Oh, yes. I remember it well. In fact, next time you see your mother, ask her ... ask her about Mrs. Grabauer's roses," naming one of the many times he'd gotten spanked for something she'd done.

"Well ... it isn't all Megan's fault," Janell said. "Everyone likes her more than they like me. Even Mom and Dad."

"Oh, I'm sure that's not true," Uncle Roy answered, mentally promising himself a long, tactful, yet firm phone conversation with his sister and brother-in-law at the first opportunity. But Janell had distracted herself. She looked at the photo, then back at Uncle Roy. "Is this really you?"

"It most certainly is."

"But -- but you're so handsome now."

"I changed. People change when they grow up, Janell. Sometimes they change a lot. Don't ever forget that." He smiled down at her.

Overcome with emotion, Janell reached up and threw her arms around Uncle Roy's neck, hugging him tight. "Aw, I knew you had a hug in there somewhere!" he laughed, wrapping his arms around her. They sat together a bit longer, then Uncle Roy sighed and said, "Well, suppose it's time to spring the little ragamuffin."

Janell made a face. "Do we have to?"

"That's not very nice, Janell. Megan was naughty, she's been punished, now she can be forgiven. Anyway," he continued, helping her off his lap, "I said I'd take you out to breakfast, and there's no reason her naughtiness should ruin your fun."

They walked down the hall to Megan's room. She lay face down on her bed, panties still down, still crying (although not as hard as before). Uncle Roy knocked softly on her door. "Megan? You can come out now."

"Uncle Roy!" She jumped off the bed and ran to him, throwing herself against his legs. "Uncle Roy, I'm sorry!" she wailed.

"I know you are, honey," he said gently, reaching down and patting her head. "But I'm not the only one here you need to apologize to."

Megan looked up, obviously confused. Uncle Roy continued, "You tried to get Janell in trouble. Apologize to her, too."

Apologize? To Janell? Megan looked at her sister, then back up at Uncle Roy, not believing he was serious. "MAY-gan!" he said sharply, folding his arms. "You already learned what happens to naughty little girls in this house. Do you want to find out what happens to naughty little girls who aren't sorry they've been naughty?"

It seemed today would be filled with unpleasant firsts for Megan. She swallowed hard, then finally stammered out, "I-I'm s-sorry, Janell."

The older girl looked up at Uncle Roy, who nodded slightly. "That's okay, Megan," she said to her sister. Deep down, she wouldn't have minded seeing the girl squirm a bit more, but Uncle Roy was right; Megan had had her spanking.

"Very good, Megan. You're forgiven, and it's over. Now pull up your panties, then both of you get your jackets, and we'll go out and get some breakfast."

"I'm not hungry!" Megan said, bending over to pull up her underwear.

"I'm not surprised," Uncle Roy responded, leading Janell out of the room, "but you're going anyway. Get your jacket."

As the two walked down the hall to Janell's room, Uncle Roy said, "The diner we're going to has these nice, hard, wooden benches. We'll see how she sits on one of those."

Janell grinned. She'd get to see Megan squirm some more, after all!

The rest of the visit was probably the best time of Janell's life. Not because Uncle Roy treated her any better than Megan; no, he went out of his way to be scrupulously fair to both girls. For Janell, though, equal treatment with Megan was enough of a novelty.

Uncle Roy proved as strict as the girls' mother warned. Janell found that out the very next day, when she wandered off by herself during a shopping trip. After they got home, he sent Megan to her room and lectured Janell sternly on how he was responsible for her and how she'd worried him. Then he turned her over his knee for a dozen sharp spanks on her bare bottom to reinforce the lecture. Afterwards, he held her close until she settled down, then forgave her and never mentioned it again.

Both girls made a few more trips over Uncle Roy's lap after that. Megan, still not used to rules and discipline, got it more often than Janell; but Uncle Roy always made sure each girl knew why she was getting spanked (and never spanked one for what the other did). Except for that very first time, he never spanked the girls in front of each other, and he always made sure to forgive them afterwards. Megan soon learned that, when Uncle Roy said "MAY-gan!" with the heavy stress on the first syllable, she'd better mend her ways (or else find herself looking at the floor again).

Too soon for Janell, the three weeks came to an end, and the girls found themselves on an airplane, en route for home. Janell, at Uncle Roy's insistence, got the window seat this time; when Megan complained, he offered her the choice of sitting in the middle seat comfortably or uncomfortably. By then, she knew him well enough to get the hint and quiet down.

The flight was very pleasant; Janell let Megan sit on her lap part of the way, to enjoy the view. Megan, for her part, worked her charms on the flight attendants and got extra peanuts, again; but, wonder of wonders, she gave Janell a bag!

The girls' mother was waiting at the airport to pick them up; she gave each an affectionate hug and kiss, explaining that their father had been delayed at the office, but would get home as soon as he could. As they headed out of the terminal for the parking area, Megan asked, "Mommy, can I sit up front with you?"

Here we go again, thought Janell. Much to her surprise, though, her mother shook her head and replied, "No, dear, it's Janell's turn to ride up front."

"Mommy, I wanna ride up front! Please? Pleeeease?" A three-week layoff hadn't weakened Megan's act any. Well, it was nice while it lasted, but it looked like things were back to "normal," Janell thought as she trudged along wearily. Their mother's response stunned both girls.

"MAY-gan!" she snapped, exactly mimicking Uncle Roy's pronunciation. "I told you no! Janell's riding in the front seat! You're riding in the back seat, and if you don't quiet down this instant, it won't be a very pleasant ride for you!"

A shocked Megan lapsed into silence. Janell, reminded by the outburst, looked up at her mother and inquired, "Mom? Uncle Roy said to ask you about ... about Mrs. Grabauer's roses."

"Oh, dear," the woman answered, smiling ruefully at the memory. "I was a very bad girl that day, and your Uncle Roy paid for it. I owe him for that." She paused, thoughtful. "I owe Uncle Roy a lot."

Yes, Janell agreed silently. I owe Uncle Roy a lot, too.