From the Top Shelf - Uncle Henry, part 3

Last week, our heroine Libby recalled an incident that happened at school and was her introduction to erotic spanking. Now she is curious about Uncle Hernry's relationship with Amanda.

Libby’s thoughts returned to the present.

What had earned Amanda her punishment? The nightclub incident and the report from the school. She had been part of that too. If she confessed that to Uncle Henry, what then? Her curiosity got the better of her.

Her heart was in her throat as she approached the library. Uncle Henry was in there, seated at the desk. Amanda had gone to the village to do some shopping. Libby had begged off, complaining of a headache. The staff was largely home for the weekend.

“Uncle Henry, can we talk?” said Libby.

“Ah, Libby, I’ve been meaning to talk to you as well,” he said.

“You have?” What would he want with me?

He regarded her for a moment, one eyebrow cocked up and a wry smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You’ve been a naughty girl, Libby.”

Libby felt a shock go through her. What had he said?

“You have. I know that you spied on Amanda and I the night you both arrived. I had to chastise Amanda, and you snuck down and watched.”

Libby gasped. How could he know? “I…I didn’t. It, it was an accident,” she said trying to cover up her culpability.

“You saw it all. I saw you. You peered through a crack in the door.”

Libby tugged at her skirt. All of a sudden it felt too short. She looked around as if someone would arrive and save her from further embarrassment.

“You’re not going to deny it, are you?”

Libby looked at the floor and blushed.

“Libby, look at me. Up here.” Uncle Henry pointed to his eyes. He got up and stood in front of the desk. “It’s not polite to spy, is it?”

“No, no…I’m sorry. I just…” She did not have words.

“But you came to see me,” he said, changing the subject. “What about?”

What should she do now? All of a sudden her plan to satisfy her curiosity seemed to have exploded in her face.

“I was…just so you know, I was part of that disturbance too. It wasn’t all Amanda’s fault. We met some boys and got back late, after curfew. I was all for it.”

Henry folded his arms. “Well it’s a little late for that, isn’t it? I’ve already punished Amanda.”

“I just thought you should know,” said Libby, now very unsure about any of this.

“You know what I think?” said Henry, leaning back in his chair. “I think you feel responsible and now it seems unfair Amanda was punished and you got off scot free. Isn’t that it?”

Libby fidgeted. “I don’t know. I suppose, yes.”

“Will your parents be displeased? Will they punish you?”

“No,” said Libby. “Mother will scold me, but it will end there.”

“I see,” said Henry. He rose, strode over to the wall, grabbed an armless chair and dragged it in front of the desk.

Libby watched, curious as to what he was about. But she sensed something was building.

“Do you know what I think, Libby? I think you feel guilty. I also think you will feel much better if you share, to some degree, in Amanda’s punishment.” Henry sat in the chair. “When was the last time someone took you across their knee and gave you a good spanking?”

Libby gasped. Her hands fluttered at her side then moved in a wholly unconscious reflex to shield her bottom.

“Because I think that is exactly what you need, if for no other reason than the spying.”

“A…a spanking?” said Libby. Her voice quavered. Her knees shook and an icy finger ran up her spine.

“That’s right, Libby. A good sound spanking right on your behind. I think you deserve it. Now come here.”

Libby inched forward obediently. It was his eyes. They bored into hers. She felt like she was no longer in control of her own actions. Instead she was a puppet pulled on strings by a will stronger than her own. Henry reached out and caught her by the wrist. He pulled her forward and Libby felt herself falling, face down across Henry’s knees. He gripped her around her middle and adjusted her so that her bottom was the highest point of her body. It was a vulnerable feeling, an embarrassing feeling, and she blushed. Her skirt was raised and she protested. “Please, you mustn’t -- it’s indecent!” But secretly, she was thrilled. Uncle Henry would see her bottom, which she knew was curvy and cute, just like the rest of her.

“Bah! You won’t feel a thing through that skirt. As you saw, Amanda got it bare, so count yourself fortunate.”

A jolt like an electric shock ran through her as she felt Henry’s broad palm resting on her buttocks. He alternately rubbed and patted, testing the resilience of her wobbly cheeks. She squirmed, hot shame competing with arousal.

“I’m going to spank you soundly, Libby, and I hope it will improve your behavior. This is for your own good.”

“Oh…oh,” she said, not quite believing she was really in such a humiliating position. She, a young woman of nineteen over a man’s lap with her bottom exposed, clad only in thin silk drawers, and on lewd display. It was both humiliating and delicious. Libby felt her sex lubricating.

Splat! Smack! Crack! The first few smacks of Henry’s palm were like a dousing with cold water. The sensation was electrifying. A sharp tingle, then a warming that with repeated smacks grew to a burning, like backing into fire. It was much more intense than the game in the dorm. The spanking continued, relentless staccato flurries of smacks that were at times delivered lightly at a rapid fire tempo, and at times slower with more force behind each one. Libby’s body reacted to each spank with a flinch, throwing her feet up behind her, fluttering her legs.

“Ow! Ooh!” she squeaked.

“Yes, my girl, I think a good bottom warming is exactly what you need,” intoned Henry as his palm smacked her bare behind sharply in a steady deliberate tempo that was almost leisurely.

Now it was beginning to sting more and she understood why spanking was such an effective punishment. The discomfort escalated, making her brain scream for it to stop or at least abate. It was a steadily climbing, searing heat that overwhelmed all her other senses.

Smack! Whap! Crack! Both the sound and the feel of Henry’s striking palm assaulted her senses. She felt like a little girl, powerless in the grip of a strong willed male. She squeezed her eyes shut and thought, waahhh! My stinging behind!

“If you’ve never had your fanny spanked properly, Libby, I’m making up for lost time,” said Henry calmly as he delivered another volley of spanks. “I think this is something every young woman needs from time to time.” Even as he spoke the spanking continued – left cheek, right cheek, squarely across her sinuous divide.

“Yow! Ow!” yelped Libby as brisk spanks from Henry’s palm peppered her bottom.
Heat. Heat. Steadily climbing heat. Her behind was being scorched by Henry’s sturdy palm. She wriggled. She squirmed, humping, bobbing, her breath coming in gasps. There was one final barrage of smacks that nearly had her coming out of her skin. Then he stopped, resting his hand on her bottom, rubbing in circles. That actually felt good. The sensation began to shift to arousal again and she felt her sex becoming slippery. She felt an urge to rub her pelvis on his knee. Would he notice?
Abruptly Henry stopped and put her back on her feet.

“Now, that, my girl, should be a salutary lesson. I’d say you and Amanda are even. Do you feel better now?” There was a bit of mirth in Henry’s eyes.

Libby rubbed her bottom shamelessly, then remembered to pull her skirt down.

“I…I…yes, sir,” she said, imitating her friend’s response.

“Good,” said Henry. “I have some business to attend to and you should compose yourself.” He took her arm and escorted her out of the library.

Upstairs Libby lifted her skirt and inspected her bottom in the mirror. Her bottom cheeks were red, like ripe tomatoes and the heat throbbed. It was not unpleasant though, and at that moment she realized she would have gladly offered herself to Uncle Henry to have his way with her … any way he wanted.

Libby certainly is a spanko! Will Henry eventually have his way with her? Or will that prize be bestowed upon someone else? Stay tuned.