Uncle Sidney

From Uniform Girls 15

‘Uncle Sidney,’ said her mother. ‘You know Uncle Sidney.’

Julie didn’t know Uncle Sidney. She hadn’t seen him for ages, not since she was quite small. ‘Well anyway he’s going to come while I’m away. You certainly can’t be here on your own. It would probably be illegal for one thing.’

Julie said sharply that that was ridiculous. ‘I am 16, mother. You know that. I will soon be 17. I am certainly allowed to stay by myself and I don’t know why I can’t.’

From this riposte it might be surmised that Julie Mayfield was not a very respectful young person. That would be correct. Like many girls of her age nowadays she considered 16 to be very grown up. Why did she have to be treated like a schoolgirl — although of course she was one. Why in particular did she have to wear a school uniform? And also, naturally, why couldn’t she stay out at night for as long as she wanted and with whoever she pleased? Oh yes, Julie Mayfield was a prime example of a young person at that awkward age. Some people no doubt would have said she needed her bottom smacked. But who would dare say that to someone like Julie? One would not dare to mention such a thing in this day and age.

Would one?

Certainly Shirley Mayfield, Julie’s mother, wouldn’t and as for her father he was not around. Flown the coop some years hence. This lack of a father figure had no doubt contributed to Julie’s arrogance and awkwardness. Uncle Sidney though? Uncle Sid? Could he be one of those father figures?

‘I don’t need Uncle Sidney here. Tell him we’ve made other arrangements, Mum. Phone him up.’

Julie of course had her own ideas of how she might conduct herself in her mother’s absence (a week’s visit to an old school friend). Friends could be invited to the house. Girlfriends and also certain boys. Parties could be held until quite late. There were all kinds of things that could be done which would not be possible with Uncle Sidney’s presence. No, Uncle Sidney was definitely not required.

But fortunately Julie’s mother held firm. Fortunately indeed for all of us. For all right-minded citizens have an interest in such as Julie who, unchecked, can so easily grow up into real delinquents. No doubt many right-minded citizens would be only too pleased to get at her themselves, to show Julie how she should be behaving. To show her indeed how that rather plump and saucy bottom should be dealt with if she wanted to be awkward and arrogant. But that sadly is not possible for the average right-minded citizen. So, yes, it was very fortunate that Shirley Mayfield held firm.

‘I’ve already told him, dear. He’s agreed. We can’t change it now. And anyway…’

‘I hope she’s not too awkward,’ she told Sidney Mayfield apprehensively on the phone. ‘I mean she has got awfully wilful.’ She felt quite embarrassed at the thought of how her daughter might act. Julie could be very difficult. And her brother-in-law Sidney; he was a bachelor. No experience of growing girls, of girls like Julie. Poor Sid. What was he letting himself in for?

‘If he comes here I shall bloody well tell him what I think,’ declared an irate Julie. ‘I don’t want him in this house. I shall stay out and he bloody well won’t stop me.’

Oh dear, oh dear. Shirley Mayfield shuddered. ‘Please don’t talk like that, Julie.’

For answer Julie said succinctly, ‘Shit!’ Which goes to show just how far standards have fallen away. Really girls like Julie do desperately need one of those traditional no-nonsense father figures. For their own good. But Sidney Mayfield? Was he one? Could he fill this demanding bill? Perhaps, as Shirley thought, being a bachelor he wasn’t up to it. And Julie would simply run wild, as she had threatened.

Uncle Sidney didn’t look too much of a problem, Julie decided when he arrived. Just an ordinary looking bloke, nothing special. Nothing to scare her, certainly. She wasn’t absolutely sure yet how she would react to him, now that her stupid mother had agreed to him coming and there was nothing that could be done about that. She could either be aggressive and unco-operative — or alternatively try being saucy and seductive.

Well of course Julie felt she was quite grown up. Boys and men too, she knew, gave her appreciative glances — and no doubt would do more, given the opportunity. She had a good figure, quite big boobs and nice legs. So that the latter could be properly seen and admired Julie had made her mother shorten her school skirt so that it finished halfway up her thighs. Her mother had protested but Julie, as was her wont, had insisted. Other girls had them short and if she had to wear a school uniform she wasn’t going to look like a young kid.

Julie was wearing her uniform when Uncle Sidney arrived, having just got back from school. Her mother had made some tea and then was going off, with some trepidation as to how poor Sid was going to cope. Julie sized him up. Sitting on the sofa she was making sure he got a good look at her legs in her ultra-short pleated skirt. And her boobs too. Was he noticing everything? Perhaps she would try the saucy approach, that would be more interesting. But Uncle Sidney didn’t look at all scary. She was quite sure she could handle him all right.

And what was Sidney Mayfield thinking? As he sat across from this undoubtedly attractive creature who was virtually a stranger. She was showing an awful lot of leg, at times up to and including brief white knickers. What was he thinking? Was he up to the task? Well, it is all very well for the armchair observer to say it’s easy. That as soon as her mother had left he should take her over his lap and get those skimpy knickers down and simply lay into that plump bum. It is easy to say this but carrying it out is maybe not so straightforward. Certainly not for some people. It all depends. And Sid…?

As soon as her mother had gone Julie turned to Uncle Sidney and pulled her shoulders back so that her quite big boobs were nice and prominent. A sweet smile. ‘I shall be going out this evening, Uncle Sidney. Round at a girlfriend’s. Don’t bother to wait up for me if I’m late.’

Sidney Mayfield blinked. ‘Does your mother, er, agree to this?’ he asked mildly.

‘Oh yes,’ answered Julie, happy to tell a lie. Her mother tried to get her in by 10.30 at the latest and she always waited up.

Uncle Sidney didn’t seem to know what to say. Had her mother given any specific instructions? Julie produced another sweet smile. ‘It’s OK, Uncle Sidney. Really. You don’t need to worry. I am nearly 17, you know.’

She pulled her shoulders back even more. Uncle Sidney was going to be all right. Easy. And she would use her sexy approach. Was he looking at her boobs? What she would do was take her bra off. Her mother never let her go without a bra but some girls did and Julie could easily as well, her tits were nice and firm and without a bra they were really something. Enough to make boys — and men — go all weak at the knees. And Uncle Sidney?

Sidney blinked when she came down a little later. Was she…? Didn’t she…? Under the blouse? And there was undoubtedly lipstick, and eyeshadow, as well. Plus of course that very short skirt.

Julie gave him a sexy smile. ‘Remember, don’t wait up for me, Uncle Sidney.’ She flounced out. Sidney Mayfield shook his head.

He did wait up of course. ‘I told you not to stay up,’ Julie told him angrily. It was almost 12 o’clock. Sidney pursed his lips. Had she been all this time at her friend’s? Was he allowed to ask? For all he knew she could have spent the whole evening doing what her mother wouldn’t approve of with some local youth. Even three or four local youths. Sidney watched the round bottom swaying seductively up the stairs. He shook his head, frowning.

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‘No,’ said Sidney. Quite firmly.

‘What?’ Julie looked up, disbelieving.

Sidney’s voice was still quite mild. But firm. ‘I said No. You’re not going out.’

What was this? It was the next day, after school, tea time. Julie had casually announced that she was going out again. She didn’t really need to tell him of course but had done so just to be polite. Uncle Sidney was all right. But she would tell him definitely not to stay up tonight. But now…

Her voice hardened. ‘Of course I’m going out.’

‘No,’ said Sidney. ‘You are not. You’re staying in and doing some work. I imagine you’ve got homework to do.’

Julie gave an incredulous laugh. Homework! She stood up from the table. ‘I am going out. And you bloody well won’t stop me.’

The sexy approach clearly needed to be supplemented by pure aggression. Could our Sidney cope with this?

He gave her a cool, even stare. ‘You are staying in. And also I don’t like your language. So unless you can apologise you will get something else. A well-tanned bottom.’

Oh dear! I say!

Julie looked slightly apoplectic. Words, as they say, failed her. Had Uncle Sidney gone mad? She struggled for an answer. And then found one. ‘Bugger off,’ she spat out.

Ah! Sidney rose to his feet. Slightly pink in the face perhaps. The excitement induced by realisation that battle had commenced. There was no going back now.

‘Right Miss. I shall spank your bottom. We will have those knickers down and I shall give it such a tanning that you won’t want to sit on it for a week. Get up to your room and get them off.’

Uncle Sidney had gone mad. Stark staring mad. Julie shook her head. Her face was red now, quite a bit redder than Uncle Sidney’s. ‘No,’ she said. Somehow, with that look on his face, she decided against another ‘Bugger off’.

Sidney put his face close to hers. ‘If you like, Julie, I can call all the neighbours in to watch. I’m sure they’d be very happy to watch it. Have them all in here and if necessary get one or two to hold you if you’re awkward and unco-operative. Would you prefer that, young lady?’

Oh God. Could he mean it? He couldn’t. But Julie could imagine one or two people in the street that she’d been cheeky or rude to just jumping at that chance.

‘No,’ she said. But this time not so aggressively. And then she added, not aggressively at all, ‘Please.’

Can this be possible, one asks? Has our Sidney triumphed, just like that? Because it looks as if the corner has been turned. That fiendish suggestion has been too much.

‘Go sit on the stairs and wait for me, Julie. Go up and wait while I finish my tea. When I’m ready I shall come up and deal with you.’

Julie hesitated.

‘Unless of course you do want me to go and fetch the neighbours?’

She turned. And silently made for the door. A meek, contrite walk, with none of that saucy bottom action. Sidney blinked, and sat down. He took up his tea cup. His hand was shaking just a little. The excitement of the conflict, and the excitement of knowing that he’d won. And now shortly, when he was ready, his victory would be driven home. With the hard palm of his hand.

Julie sat on the stairs. Feeling sick. Was Uncle Sidney really going to smack her bottom? It wasn’t possible. This whole turn of events wasn’t possible. How could he suddenly turn out to be so awful. And so dominant. It was like a bad dream. But… what could she do? And… where was he? He was making her wait, that was what he was doing. Piling on the agony. Christ. She felt a sudden need to go to the loo. And after another nail-biting wait on the stairs the need to go again. Oh God…

Then he appeared. Horrible Uncle Sidney.

‘Right, young lady. Are we ready? Have you been thinking of all your obnoxious behaviour? Have you been regretting it?’

She hadn’t exactly but it probably wouldn’t help to say so. ‘Yes,’ she said. ‘But… please, Uncle Sidney.’

‘Do you regret the language you used?’

‘Yes, I do… I’m sorry… but please, Uncle Sidney.’

‘Good. There’s some hope then. Now go in your room and take your skirt and knickers off. When I come in in two minutes I shall expect to find them off.’

Her skirt and knickers off. Julie looked at Uncle Sidney…

Standing there by her bed, her hands in front of her. In front of her pussy. Which was bare because her skirt and knickers were on the bed. Because she had no choice. Just her school blouse on, and her tie. Socks and shoes. But other than that…

Uncle Sidney came in. Julie cringing. Standing there with her bottom bare, her pussy bare. He couldn’t do this.

‘Good. That’s right. That’s better. Now let’s see how it likes a good old-fashioned spanking, shall we?’ He was sitting down on the bed. ‘Come on. Let’s have you.’

She felt sick with embarrassment. No one had ever… Keeping her hands firmly in front of her she shuffled forward. But Uncle Sidney then said, ‘Put your hands behind your back. Come on, you’ve got nothing there to hide.’ And he made her do it, grabbing an arm away. She slid quickly down over his lap, so that he wouldn’t see. Although of course he did.

Uncle Sidney holding her hands behind her back. And his other hand then shockingly on her bare bottom. Positioning it. And then…

Oh yes, Uncle Sidney was up to the task. Most definitely. No right-minded citizen could fail to be impressed as with a nice brisk tempo he splatted his hand into the soft but resilient flesh. The firm bottom-cheeks, the backs of the rounded thighs; every inch covered and recovered. Desperate yelps and squeals. Equally desperate strugglings, squirmings. But there was no escape, not from this clearly expert spanker that was Uncle Sidney. Surely, bachelor or not, he must have done this before?

‘How was that, Miss? How did you like that?’

Finally, many minutes later, it was over. Julie standing, somehow, her bottom bright red, glowing. She didn’t answer. Speech for the moment was not possible.

‘Now you can go and sit on the stairs and consider the error of your ways. Sit there until I tell you you can move. And naturally without your skirt and knickers.’

Sidney made her stay like that, on the stairs, for a good half an hour before he let her put her things back on. ‘And now get on with your homework. I shall want to see what you’ve done. First of all, though, there’s the washing-up.’

Julie did as she was told without a murmur. Mute, still in a state of shock at what had happened. The world turned upside down. There wasn’t a peep out of her all evening.

‘What time are you supposed to go to bed?’ Sidney asked somewhat later. Julie, who normally went to bed when she felt like it, made a non-committal reply.

‘Well, let’s say half past nine, shall we. Go and get your pyjamas on.’

Julie hadn’t been to bed at half past nine since she was about six, but she went silently off. You couldn’t argue with Uncle Sidney, could you?

Uncle Sidney came into her room a bit later. ‘So we’re going to change our ways, are we?’ he asked.

Julie gave him a quick look, then looked away. She didn’t even think to stick her tits out though her pyjama top was quite tight and thin and of course she didn’t have a bra or anything on underneath. She wasn’t feeling sexy. Just somewhat sorry for herself. She sniffed.

‘Discipline is what all girls need, Julie.’ She sniffed again. And then one of Uncle Sidney’s hands was pulling down her pyjamas at the back. Pulling them down off of her so severely chastised bottom.

‘How is it feeling now?’

Maybe Uncle Sidney was going to take her over his lap again. Give her another going over. She shivered; surprisingly, or perhaps not, the words ‘Bugger off’ didn’t even enter her head. If he was going to then he was going to, and there seemed little she would be able to do about it.