The alcohol had gotten to her. Carefully, John picked her up in his arms, one hand cradling her firm ass through her panties and the other wrapped around her back and cupping her breast. He continued to squeeze and rub her young fleshas he took her upstairs, practically passed out in his arms. Laying her down on the bed, he somewhat regretted that she was passed out. He had no inclination to play with her knocked out like that. Sighing, he decided to go shower off, since he'd made such a mess in his boxers.
Chapter 2
For days after the poker game Brenda still wasn't sure what had happened. She knew that she'd woken up in just her panties, that her nipples were a little sore and her head hurt. But she couldn't quite remember the events of the night. Sometimes Uncle John would look at her strangely now, a kind of light in his eyes that she didn't quite understand.
But nothing else strange happened, and so she dismissed it, until one day she was standing on a ladder in the kitchen, looking for a pitcher, and managed to knock over every single glass on a shelf.
The shattering glass made her jump, and fortunately she didn't fall off the stepladder, but the loud crashing made Uncle John run into the room to see what was the matter. Large and small slivers of glass were all around her on the floor, the counter, and the steps of the ladder. She was barefoot.
Seeing her predicament, John said, "Don't move."
He hurried and got a bucket and a vacuum, picking up the largest pieces of glass and then vacuuming up the slivers.Looking up at her, he frowned, picking pieces of glass out of the cuffs of her pants.
"You know," he said, "I'm not even sure I can get all the slivers of glass and I'd hate for you to cut yourself. Take off your shirt and your pants and we'll put those in the bucket too."
Uncle John's voice was so normal, so reasonable, that she was reaching for the hem of her shirt before she realized what she was doing.
"What?" she asked, stopping suddenly, now unsure that she'd heard him correctly.
"Take off your shirt and your pants," he said a little impatiently. Looking up at her expression, he sighed. "Come on, Brenda, I saw you in your bra and panties already, when we played poker. You can keep them on, I doubt any glass got into them."
Although she felt like it was wrong, she also knew that she'd committed a foul by breaking all the glasses... and she did vaguely remember sitting in her bra and panties at the poker table. It seemed a little silly to raise a huge fuss when he'd already seen her like that, especially since she was the one who'd committed the faux pas.
"Alright," she muttered, and did as she’d been told. She felt very exposed, with the curves of her breasts showing at the top of the bra, her thin white panties offering very little protection against her uncle’s penetrating gaze.
Once she'd climbed down the ladder and started walking down the hall, John followed, stopping her before she started to climb the steps.
"You know," John said, "those were an awful lot of expensive glasses. I can't just let you go without some kind of punishment for breaking all of them."
Brenda stopped, sighing. Her mother was the same way; she'd have thrown a fit if Brenda had done that at home. Shenodded. "Alright, I guess I'm grounded for a month huh?" She was glum, she'd been looking forward to going to the pool since it was opening that weekend.
"No." John smiled. "I know how you've been looking forward to swimming, and I don't think that breaking my glasses merits that kind of punishment... In fact, I think it'll be better to just get it over with here and now."
"What do you mean?" asked Brenda.
"Come on," Uncle John pulled on her arm, leading her into the living room. Sitting on the couch, he tugged on her arm, knocking her off balance and then pulled her across his lap, face down.
"What are you doing?" Brenda cried, more startled now and a little frightened as well.
"You've never had a good old-fashioned spanking?"
"No!" Brenda struggled to get up, but her uncle's strong hands held her in place.
"Chill," he said, stroking her back. "My dad used to punish me and your mom with a spanking all the time."
Brenda's struggles slowed. She couldn't imagine her uptight mother in any kind of trouble, much less this kind of position. "He did?"
"Yep." John smoothed his hand over her back and panty-covered ass, making her wriggle a little as she felt uncomfortable with her uncle's hand touching her there. Ignoring her wriggling, he cupped the bottom of her ass so that his fingers curved into her crack. "Now hold still... I think you deserve about twenty spanks."
"This position is uncomfortable," Brenda whined, trying to think of any way to get out of it. "Your lap isn't big enough for me."
To her dismay, her uncle's solution for that was to put his arm under her upper body... and not by accident did hispositioning cause his hand to cup her breast. Brenda opened her mouth to protest.
Slap!
She shrieked instead, the heavy blow to her tender flesh making her body jerk from the pain.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
