Mt attitude adjustments ... Birdie

After we graduated from high school, my boyfriend, Mike, went away to college in the fall. I really missed him a lot. Our erotic foreplay and passionate sex had been such a joyful part of my life.

Since we would be apart for so long, We agreed that we could have safe sex with others while apart. But I didn't want anyone else - I only wanted Mike.

I grew quite despondent without him and I was very horny but I no longer enjoyed self-pleasuring - after knowing the joys of a loving relationship.

Unfortunately, I took my sadness and frustrations out on my poor mom with a bad attitude and sassy remarks.

Being 18 and sexually active, I saw myself as a young woman but with my sassy attitude, my mom saw me as a bratty child.

After she finally had enough,, in frustration, she took her paddle to my bare bottom. I stubbornly refused to cry or express any remorse. I pretended it didn't hurt even though it did.

Mom wanted me to be properly punished, So, with my dad working late, she called uncle Phil and asked if he was available to help her with my discipline. I was told to go nextdoor to uncle Phil's and to remove my jeans and my panties as soon as I arrived.

I had never been spanked by uncle Phil before but my older brother had when dad wasn't available.

Uncle Phil had always been so kind and gentle with me that it was hard to imagine him properly disciplining me.

As I approached his house, I had some feelings of arousal knowing that I would soon be undressing in front of him for a spanking. "I'm sorry to bother you, uncle Phil. I hope we're not disrupting your evening" I said.

He replied "no, not at all. I'm always happy to be of assistance. Now, get undressed".

Following his and mom's instructions, I quickly undressed. As I was picking up and folding my clothes, I noticed he had a lovely stiff bulge in his trousers. Lol.

He sat down on a firm chair that he had placed in his living room and motioned me over to him. As I stood nude beside him, he put his hand on my bottom and asked what I had done to upset mom so much.

Feeling aroused at the sight of his stiff bulge and quite comfortably nude with his hand on my bottom, I told him that I was feeling very lonely and upset about my first real boyfriend, Mike, moving off to college and unfortunately, I had been taking it out on my mom with sassy remarks and a bad attitude.

He replied "I'm going to give you a much needed attitude adjustment, young lady, and a firm reminder to always be loving and respectful to your mom" He then guided me over his lap and into position.

He began to spank me - alternating cheeks with each firmly applied slap as he very thoroughly and methodically warmed my bottom with a tempo that allowed me to savor each smarting wallop before the next one arrived. I'm sure he could sense my arousal. As I squirmed on his lap, I pressed my excited womanhood against him. His firm slaps on my ass hurt so good that I was grinding my pussy against him after each stroke. He then stopped and started to tenderly rub my sore bottom.

I was caught off guard when he asked me why I was taking my frustrations out on my mother. It was like he flipped a switch and all of a sudden I saw everything differently. I had hurt my mom for no reason. I felt so guilty and ashamed. I told him "I don't know why I hurt her and was so disrespectful to her. I wish she was here right now so I could tell her how sorry I am. I feel so ashamed, Uncle Phil."

I really opened up with him. I not only bared my bottom to him, I bared my innermost thoughts. I shared about the closeness that mom and I had when I could share anything and everything with her. But all of that is no excuse for hurting my mother. "I'm so sorry, Uncle Phil."

He then picked up his paddle and firmly applied 20 strokes to my bottom while alternating cheeks with each well delivered stroke. After my paddling, he paused to tenderly rub my sore bottom for a while before telling me to stand and lean over the chair with my hands on the seat.




As I was waiting with him behind me and with my bottom and my wet womanhood on full display, I did have some feelings of arousal mixed in with a lot of guilt and shame for hurting my mom.

As soon as I felt the hot stinging kiss of his leather strap on my bottom, I no longer felt much arousal. I mainly felt the well deserved pain.

Soon after he started strapping me, I started to cry and do the dance of wiggling my bottom all around trying to avoid the next swing of the strap.

As I was dancing, I sobbed "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Uncle Phil. I'm very sorry. Thank you, Uncle Phil. I've learned my lesson. You can stop now if you want. When I get home I'm going to tell my mom how sorry I am and how much I love her. I'm sorry, Uncle Phil. You can stop if you want. Thank you, Uncle Phil. Thanks for helping my mom discipline me. I love her so much. Thank you, Uncle Phil. I'm so sorry. I'm so very sorry. You can stop now, Uncle Phil. I'm so sorry." He continued to strap me, as I danced, until he was certain that I had learned my lesson.

Uncle Phil then called my mom and put us on speaker phone. He told me to tell my mom what I just told him. Still crying, I sobbed to my mom "I'm so sorry. I'm so very very sorry for my behavior, Mom. I love you so much. And I'm so sorry for my attitude and for sassing you. Please forgive me. I love you Mom, and I'm so sorry. I will be good mom. I won't sass you anymore, I promise."

"I have learned my lesson, thanks to Uncle Phil. My bottom really hurts and I promise to behave much better. I love you, Mom, and I'm so very sorry."

Uncle Phil then took the phone and told my mom that he thinks there's been a successful attitude adjustment and he recommended some periodic maintenance spankings to maintain my proper attitude. My mom thanked him so much and I could tell she had tears in her eyes as she said "thank you so much, Phil, for giving me my sweet little girl back."

Uncle Phil reminded her that I'm actually a young lady now but I will most likely continue to benefit from periodic well applied discipline. My mom thanked uncle Phil again and said she would report on my progress in a week and definitely send me back over for maintenance discipline.

Uncle Phil then asked if I wanted any soothing cream rubbed on my bottom. Still sobbing from the strapping, I welcomed the cool soothing cream which felt so good as he rubbed it on my well warmed bottom.

As he rubbed my sore bum, I asked him what would be different about a maintenance spanking. He assured me that as long as I was maintaining my proper behavior, my maintenance spankings would be much shorter and much less painful. And he would massage me afterwards anywhere I wanted.

As the pain started to dissipate, some feelings of arousal came back to me The idea that, if I behaved, he would massage me anywhere I wanted was so inviting and so intriguing that it really captured my imagination. I wondered if I could ask him to finger me. Lol. Could I ask? Would he do it? I would love to be fingered after my maintenance spanking. I decided to definitely be on my best behavior.

I was very horny. It had been a while since I last had a release but I no longer enjoyed pleasuring myself. It just made me feel more lonely and depressed. After knowing the joys of being in a tender loving relationship, I'd much rather be pleasured by a man. I became so sweet and loving towards my mom that she marked the date of my maintenance spanking on the calendar. I couldn't wait. Lol.

When the day arrived, I was very excited and I couldn't stop thinking about how I would ask him to massage me. Did I dare ask him to finger me? I was so aroused and excited that I forgot all about Mike, away at college, and could only think about uncle Phil (who wasn't really my uncle) spanking and then possibly pleasuring me.

Mom talked with uncle Phil and told him how pleased she was with me and my new attitude. They decided to continue weekly maintenance discipline and I was told to go next door to uncle Phil's at 1pm sharp and to remove my jeans and my panties as soon as I arrive. I couldn't wait to get there. Lol

When I arrived, he greeted me warmly with a smile and a hug. I thought I may have detected a bulge in his trousers but I wasn't sure. Once again, obeying instructions, I quickly undressed. As I was picking up and folding my clothes, I noticed that he now definitely had a big lovely stiff bulge in his trousers. Lol.

He sat in the chair and guided me over his lap. With his hand resting on my bum, he asked about my week. I told him that I had a great week and that mom and I were both enjoying my new attitude. I thanked him for helping with my discipline as he was now tenderly rubbing my bottom. He told me how pleased he was with my progress and that this spanking would just be a slight reminder of what would happen if I let my behavior backslide.

He started to spank me with moderate intensity and then after a slight pause he told me to count slowly to twenty. As I counted, I received twenty firmly delivered slaps to alternating cheeks. He rubbed my bottom tenderly and then picked up the paddle. He again told me to count slowly to twenty. As I slowly counted, he delivered the twenty firm swats to alternating cheeks.

He then told me to stand and lean over chair as I did before. As I was leaning over the chair, awaiting my strapping with uncle Phil standing behind me and with my warmed ass and my wet pussy on display, I felt strong feelings of arousal as uncle Phil was about to strap me and then massage me anywhere I wanted.

I was waiting patiently when suddenly I felt the strap sting the middle of my bottom hitting both cheeks at once. Then I felt uncle Phil tenderly rubbing my bum cheeks where I was hit. Then another long pause followed by several hot kisses of his leather strap on my ass cheeks. Then I felt him tenderly rubbing my cheeks again.

After another pause, the strap was being lightly applied to my thighs just below my bottom. Then he was rubbing my bottom and the insides of my thighs so very close to my womanhood. I felt so incredibly wet and aroused. He told me to let him know if he was rubbing me the wrong way. I assured him that he was rubbing me perfectly. Lol.

He told me to spread my legs a little. I quickly and eagerly obeyed. After another pause, his leather strap was being firmly applied to my bum and then lightly applied to the insides of my thighs. As he was rubbing my bottom, I couldn't wait for him to rub my thighs again. As he was again rubbing the insides of my thighs, the side of his hand occasionally grazed my wet pussy.

Every time his hand grazed my wetness, I moaned in delight. Then another pause. Followed by firm strapping on my ass and light strapping on the insides of my thighs. Followed by tender rubbing of my ass and the insides of my thighs with persistent grazing against my wet pussy while my moans announced that I was very close to orgasm.

I didn't really want to orgasm. I just wanted to enjoy the delightful sensations of erotic arousal. Somehow, Uncle Phil knew that I didn't want to be brought to orgasm. He stopped what he was doing and stood behind me tenderly rubbing my bottom.

I glanced around behind me and, to my delight, I saw that he still had a very strong stiff bulge in his trousers. Somehow, seeing the lovely bulge in his trousers gave me the courage to ask for what I wanted. I told him that there was something I would like him to do for me but I didn't know if it was appropriate.

He said that this is our private discipline session and I could ask for whatever I want and whatever is said or done in our private session remains private. He assured me that it was fine for me to ask for or talk about anything I wanted. I told him that, if it was okay with him, I would like to relax and be gently fingered.

He said that he would be happy to gently finger me but only because my mom is so pleased with my behavior and with my new attitude.

I was led to the kitchen and bent over a counter as my warmed bottom and my very excited wet pussy were raised behind me in a very accessible manner. As uncle Phil took position behind me with his strong rigid manhood in his trousers and his leather strap in his hand, I was so excited, aroused and ready. I couldn't think of anywhere I would rather be or anything I would rather be doing. Lol.

After a dramatic pause, I felt his leather strap delivering hot kisses on my bottom that hurt so good followed by more tender strap kisses on the inside of my thighs. Then, while he was rubbing some soothing cream onto my strapped bottom with his left hand, he rubbed his right hand on the inside of my thighs, and gently probed my warm, wet and welcoming womanhood. He then gently and delightfully inserted his finger into my wetness and entered my pleasantly pulsating Palace of Pleasure and remained inside thrilling me with soft, slow and gentle movement.

After a very relaxing and erotic interlude, with uncle Phil moving his finger inside me - slowly, gently and quite delightfully, my mind wandered through a number of erotic massage fantasies like asking him to massage my tongue with his penis. Lol.

These were just erotic thoughts that ran through my mind as I was being so skillfully fingered. I didn't really intend to do any of them during this session. I was quite happy to to be gently fingered and I wasn't looking to be brought to orgasm.

After all we were only on our first date. I didn't really consider the initial punishment visit to be a date because it was spur of the moment and unplanned. Lol

But I certainly didn't have any problem with him fingering me on the first date. Even though I didn't want to orgasm, it was being a lovely erotic date. He was now close behind me with his finger inside me but I could see him out of the corner of my eye. When I looked at the stiff strong bulge, without really thinking it through, I reached my hand around and brushed my hand across this lovely bulge. Then I boldly said "please let me hold you while you are fingering me."

He said "yes, you can hold me and touch me but only because your mother is so pleased with your behavior". He undid the top button of his pants, unzipped his fly and carefully released his rock hard penis into the gentle care of my awaiting hand.

It turned out that he and I were on the same page. He didn't want to orgasm either. He had a dinner date planned with a lady friend and wanted to be very responsive to her desires for intimacy so he asked me to please be very gentle with his erection so he wouldn't ejaculate.

I didn't want to risk diminishing his evening of erotic intimacy so I gingerly stroked the shaft of his warm rigid manhood and lightly held and rubbed his penis head.

As I was tenderly pleasuring his mighty penis while feeling the incredible sensations of his experienced finger gently moving inside my softly throbbing pussy, there was nowhere else that I would rather be and nothing else that I would rather be doing.

To be continued