CHAPTER 4

I barely slept that night. My ass was still warm and sore from Uncle Ken’s spanks, and my pussy wouldn’t stop throbbing. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his massive chest, those hard abs, and the huge bulge in his trousers. I wanted to touch myself so badly, but I was scared he would know. So I just lay there, horny and frustrated, until the sun came up.

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of heavy footsteps outside my door. I quickly pulled the blanket over my naked breasts. The door opened without knocking.

Uncle Ken walked in wearing only a pair of gray sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips. His upper body was bare again, muscles looking even more powerful in the morning light.

A slight sweat already glistened on his skin like he had just finished working out.

“Morning, Hilda,” he said calmly, his deep voice filling the room. “Did you sleep well?”

I shook my head, biting my lip. “Not really… I was too uncomfortable.”

He smiled slightly, like he knew exactly why. “Good. That means the punishment is working. Get up. Stand in front of me.”

I got out of bed, completely naked except for the tiny pink thong that was still soaked from last night. I stood in front of him, trying to cover my breasts with my arms.

“Hands behind your back,” he ordered.

I obeyed. My tits were now fully exposed to him again. My nipples were hard from the cool morning air and from being so close to him.

Uncle Ken walked around me slowly, inspecting my body. He stopped behind me and ran his rough hands over my sore ass cheeks.

“Still red,” he said, sounding pleased. “Good. Turn around.”

I faced him. He looked down at my thong and saw the wet spot.

“Look at you,” he murmured. “Already dripping again. Such a needy little slut.”

His words made me even wetter. I wanted him to touch me so badly.

Uncle Ken hooked his fingers into the waistband of my thong and slowly pulled it down my legs. I stepped out of it. Now I was completely naked in front of him.

He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me between his spread thighs. His face was level with my breasts. I could feel his warm breath on my skin.

“Spread your legs,” he commanded.

I opened my legs wider. He slid one big hand up my inner thigh until his fingers reached my wet pussy. He rubbed my swollen lips slowly, spreading my juices around.

“So fucking wet,” he growled. “You’ve been thinking about my cock all night, haven’t you?”

“Yes, Uncle Ken…” I moaned softly.

He pushed one thick finger inside me. I gasped at how big it felt. He moved it in and out slowly, curling it to hit a sensitive spot inside me. His thumb found my clit and started rubbing gentle circles.

My knees almost buckled. “Oh god…”

He added a second finger, stretching me more. He fucked me with his fingers steadily, never going too fast, keeping me right on the edge.

“You want to cum, don’t you?” he asked, looking up at my face while his fingers worked inside me.

“Please… yes, please,” I begged, my voice shaking.

He suddenly pulled his fingers out and stood up. I whimpered at the empty feeling.

“Not yet,” he said. “Bad girls don’t get to cum so easily. Go take a shower. Leave the door open. I want to make sure you’re not touching yourself.”

I walked to the bathroom on shaky legs, leaving the door wide open like he ordered. I turned on the water and stepped under the warm spray. Uncle Ken stood at the doorway, arms crossed, watching me wash my body.

I soaped my breasts slowly, playing with my nipples while looking at him. Then I turned around, bent over a little, and washed my ass, spreading my cheeks so he could see my pussy and tight little hole.

I heard him groan softly.

When I finished, I dried myself in front of him. He handed me a clean white towel.

“From now on, you will stay naked in the house unless I say otherwise,” he told me. “No clothes. I want easy access to your body whenever I feel like punishing or rewarding you.”

“Yes, Uncle Ken,” I whispered, my pussy aching.

He stepped closer and cupped one of my breasts, pinching the nipple hard enough to make me moan. Then he leaned down and took it into his hot mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder. His other hand went between my legs again, rubbing my clit fast.

I was so close. My legs were shaking.

But again, he stopped right before I could cum.

“Breakfast is ready downstairs,” he said with a wicked smile. “Come eat. After that, we’ll continue your training.”

I followed him downstairs, completely naked, my body on fire and my mind full of dirty thoughts about what he was going to do to me next.

This was only day two, and I was already completely addicted to Uncle Ken’s discipline.