Attitude Adjustment and Finger Dancing.... Birdie

When I was 18, I became sexually active with my boyfriend, Mike. When Mike left for college, I felt lonely and depressed. Unfortunately, I reacted by mistreating my mom with sass and a very bratty attitude. I was soon across her lap with my bottom being paddled. I stubbornly refused to express any remorse and foolishly pretended that her paddling didn't hurt even though it did.

Since dad would be working late, Mom called our next-door neighbor, that we always called uncle Phil, and asked if he could help with my discipline. Mom then told me to go over to uncle Phil's and to remove my jeans and my panties immediately upon arrival.

"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 to your mom."

Following mom's instructions, I removed my sneakers, pulled my jeans and my panties down to my ankles and stepped out of them. As I was folding my clothes, I noticed uncle Phil (who wasn't really my uncle) had a lovely stiff bulge in his trousers. Lol.

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

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 my bottom with a tempo that allowed me to feel each smarting slap before the next one arrived. As I squirmed on his lap, I pressed my excited womanhood against him as he was quite effectively warming my behind. After my well warmed bottom was sufficiently reddened, he stopped and started to tenderly rub my very sore bum.

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 opened my eyes. All of a sudden I saw everything differently. I told him "I don't know why I hurt 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 how I missed the closeness that mom and I had before 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 continued tenderly rubbing my sore bum for a while before telling me to stand and lean over the back of 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 random intermittent hot stinging kisses of his leather strap on my bottom, I no longer felt any arousal. I only felt the well deserved pain. Soon 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. When I get home I'm going to tell my mom how sorry I am and how much I love her. I'm very sorry, Uncle Phil. You can stop if you want. I will be so good. I'm so sorry. I know I deserve this. 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 very 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 me on the phone. Still crying, I sobbed to my mom "I love you, Mom, and I'm so sorry. I will be so good, Mom. I won't sass you anymore, I promise. I have learned my lesson, thanks to Uncle Phil. He really did a good job, Mom. My bottom really hurts and I promise to behave much better. I love you, Mom, and I'm very sorry. Please tell Uncle Phi to stop strapping me. My bum really hurts."

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 discipline to maintain my proper attitude. My mom thanked Uncle Phil and said she would report on my progress in a week and definitely send me back over for maintenance spanking.

Uncle Phil then asked if I wanted any soothing cream rubbed on my behind. Still sobbing from the strapping, I welcomed the cool soothing cream which felt so good as he gently 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 erotic imagination. I wondered if I could ask him to massage my throbbing wetness or 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. 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 with a warm smile and I thought I may have detected a bulge in his trousers. Once again, obeying mom's instructions, I quickly removed my sneakers and pulled my jeans and my panties down to my ankles and stepped out them. 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 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 his 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 bottom 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 bum. As I was basking in the delightful sensations of erotic arousal, he asked me how I was doing and how I felt so far. I told him that I was doing incredibly well, thank you, and that he had been rubbing me perfectly.

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, 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 and talk about whatever I want and whatever is said or done in our private session remains private. 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. Lol.

He led me to the kitchen where I comfortably rested my upper body on the large 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. 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.

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

As I was 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.


Finger dancing


When I arrived home from uncle Phil's, my mom greeted me with a big smile and a warm hug. With a look of concern, she said "I hope your maintenance spanking didn't hurt too much"

I replied "No, Mom, not too much at all. Just right actually. Just enough to help me keep my inner brat under control." We both grinned. "And besides mom, uncle Phil rubs away a lot of the pain afterwards with a cool soothing cream."

"What has hurt the most, Mom, was when, after he first spanked me, uncle Phil asked me why did I hurt you because Mike went away to college? I had no answer for him, Mom. I felt so ashamed of my behavior. It was like his firm spanking followed by the question turned on a light by which I could see myself as such a hurtful brat."

"I'm so sorry for my behavior, Mom. I love you so much. Thanks for sending me over to Uncle Phil's to be disciplined. I definitely deserved it. His strict discipline and his tender aftercare have helped me want to stay on my best behavior."

As time went by, I grew to enjoy my weekly maintenance discipline sessions with Uncle Phil more and more. As long as my mom was pleased with my behavior, I could expect mild discipline followed by whatever form of massage I wanted. I especially enjoyed being fingered while being massaged and lightly spanked on my bottom.

My mom was amazed with the new me. Always happy and very well behaved. We grew very close again and talked about almost everything like we did before. One day, I shared with her that, after my birthday (when I turned 18 last spring). I gave Mike a box of rubbers so he could make a woman out of me. I even shared with her how much I enjoyed the wonderful foreplay and sexual activities.

She smiled and gave me a big hug and said "we don't have to share this with your father. You know how men are. They are very open-minded about sex except when it comes to their own wives and daughters." Lol.

Another time, I grinned and asked her what she would wear if she was ever sent her over to Uncle Phil's for a spanking. She giggled and said."let me think about that for a minute." Then she replied, with a big smile, "I would wear a blouse and a skirt or a nice dress with high heels, stockings and some very sexy underwear." Then she pleasantly surprised me with "let's see what you already have in your closet and then go shopping." She smiled and gave me a warm hug.

"I love you so much, Mom" I replied. It was fun shopping together again. We augmented my wardrobe with two stylish blouses and two matching skirts. She also got me a beautiful dress that I could also wear for nice occasions. The most fun, by far, was when we were in the lingerie department.

She picked up a couple of very skimpy lacy thongs with some very sexy matching bras. I loved them. I couldn't wait to pull off my dress and model them for Uncle Phil. Of course, I could always remove the thong so it wouldn't be in the way of any very sexy aftercare or if he preferred spanking me without it. Lol.

She even picked out a garter belt and some lovely lacy stockings. She picked up the garter belt and said with a smile "you could wear this under your skirt or your dress with stockings and have your panties already removed if you like."

I loved that idea. Go mom. I smiled and gave her a warm hug and said "I love you, Mom, so very much."

I wasn't sure which sexy outfit to wear for my next discipline session. I decided on a new blouse and skirt, my new garter belt with lacy stockings and my new lacy bra with the matching lacy thong. I felt very sexy and confident. My mom and I shared a knowing smile and a warm hug as I left for my maintenance spanking.

I could tell she enjoyed seeing me off for my discipline looking good and feeling confident. And she was always so thankful to see me return so happy to continue enjoying my life with my joyful smile and pleasant demeanor.

When he saw me all dressed up, uncle Phil smiled and asked me what the special occasion was. I told him that my mom and I are doing a lot more things together now. I told him how she took me shopping for some new clothes and I wanted to wear them. I said "I hope you don't mind" as I removed my skirt.

As he saw me in my new blouse, heels, lacy stockings, lacy garter belt and my skimpy lacy thong, he replied "mind? Of course, I don't mind. You look great. I didn't realize what a beautiful and sexy young lady you are. Let's skip the spanking and paddling over my lap.

I want to take you out dancing - in the kitchen. We will start with a little reminder of why you don't want to be seriously strapped again. Then I will show you some more enjoyable dance moves, Just a minute." He was back soon with the soothing cream and some warming oil lube.

I removed my thong and rested my upper body on the counter. With my heels on, my bottom and my wet with anticipation pussy were raised behind me in a very accessible manner. He took his place behind me with his stiffer than usual bulge in his trousers and his strap in his hand.

He strapped me soundly on my bottom until my ass was automatically wiggling all around in a futile attempt to avoid the next swing of his strap. When his strapping and my strap-dancing ended. He rubbed the soothing cream onto my warmed bottom. Then he wiped his hands with a towel and put some of the warming oil on his fingers and massaged my excited wet pussy.

"This next dance step is a dance of pleasure. I will finger you gently and then hold my hand rigidly still so you can control the movements of my finger inside you by moving your body into or away from my finger. Would you care to dance?" He asked. As he inserted his rigid finger into my warmed pussy, his finger inside me felt better than ever as the warming oil enhanced my enjoyment.

After some exquisite fingering, he withdrew most of his finger. Wanting him deeper inside me, I simply pushed my pussy toward him and felt him enter. I did a very delightful slow dance of bringing his finger further in and back out of me. It felt different to have control of his finger inside me. I loved it. I could grip his finger with the walls of my warmly oiled pussy or hold his hand in mine and be pleasured by his finger every which way at my direction.

I was so very horny. It had been a long time since I had a release but I no longer enjoyed pleasuring myself after knowing the joys of being in a tender loving relationship. I'd much rather be pleasured by a man. I had never asked uncle Phil to bring me to orgasm and he never offered. I now had a very enjoyable way of delighting myself with the incredibly joyful sensations of me moving his finger inside my throbbing pussy as we were pleasuring me. Lol.
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