Bend Over Jessica

Uncle Edmund was always quite horrid about Bex, one of Jessica’s best friends.

“She leads you astray.” he always said. “She doesn’t get enough discipline at home. Her mother reads The Guardian, it’s no wonder she runs wild!”

So when Bex and Jess both got invited to a party on Saturday night by their friend Ros, a party they both knew perfectly well had the capacity to get very naughty indeed, it was with horror that they realised that it was one of Jessica’s weekends with Uncle Edmund. Uncle Edmund who was much stricter than Uncle James.

“It’s ok,” said Jessica. “I’ll drive us. I’ve passed my test now. He’s bound to let me have the car, as long as I promise not to drink.”

Sadly, the best laid plans are the ones that totally fuck-up and on Friday night, when Jessica presented Uncle Edmund with a letter informing him about her Headmaster’s Report, he was furious, said she would be punished and refused to insure his car for her. After being spanked for fifteen solid minutes and given 18 hard strokes of the cane for Sapphic Activity at school, Jessica was worried that Uncle Edmund might not let her go to the party at all. But in the end, he drove her there.

“How are you getting home?” he asked.

“Night bus. I’m staying at Bex’s.” said Jessica blithely.

“You are not to take the night bus. They are full of drunks and drug-pushers. I will collect both of you and I suppose Rebecca can stay at my house as well, to save her from the night bus.”

“Oh Uncle!” said Jessica despairingly. “I’m not a child!”

“Exactly.” was the only response.

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The party was great fun and Bex and Jessica has a lovely time, got pretty trollied, chatted up men, (who seemed very interested in Bex’s outfit of forsties-style corset and stockings) and ended up on one of the beds, embroiled in more Sapphic activity with their hostess.

That was the point that Uncle Edmund arrived to take them home at the ridiculously early hour of 11pm. The drive home was very silent, apart from the occasional nervous giggle and once at home, they were both sent to bed by a very grim looking Uncle Edmund.

He would speak to them both in the morning.

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In the morning, at a ridiculously early hour, Uncle Edmund woke up Jessica and told her to shower then get back into bed. As Jessica was cleaning her teeth, she heard him telling Bex, sleeping in the spare room, exactly the same thing.  Jessica then sat in bed, nursing a cup of tea and a hangover and was eventually joined by Bex, who looked sweet in her pyjamas. Unfortunately, she was accompanied by Uncle Edmund who didn’t look in the least sweet. He looked mightily annoyed.

The only good thing, thought Jessica to herself as she mentally blocked out his angry tirade about unnatural acts and alcohol and boys and behaving like sluts was that at least whilst he was telling them off, he wasn’t whacking her. Sadly that state of affairs didn’t last long and the pair of them were told to lie on pillows over the end of the bed, pyjama bottoms down.

Jessica was a little surprised that Bex didn’t protest, especially as her mum was very liberal, but she lay down meekly enough. Uncle Edmund, not even bothering with a warm-up spanking, started by strapping Jessica, then Bex. He had his horrible stingy strap, the one that felt really hard at the edge, where most of the force was. Jessica tried not to wriggle, but she was already sore from her treatment on Friday, so it was a struggle. Bex, behaving remarkably well for Bex, took her strapping well.

When Uncle Edmund swapped to the cane, Jessica wondered if she might cry. Two canings in two days! Not to mention the one from Mr Shaftebotham at the beginning of the week. She tried very hard to be good, but couldn’t stop ‘ows’ and ‘eeks’ coming out as Uncle Edmund dealt out 12 very hard strokes. He was obviously annoyed with her for making a fuss, as when he caned Bex he commented on how well she took it, and said that Jessica was making a ridiculous fuss. Somehow this made it all seem worse and Jessica hid her red face in the pillow.

After the caning, Uncle Edmund rubbed cream into the two sore and welted bottoms in front of him. Then he ordered them back into bed and climbed in as well, obviously expecting Jessica to be a good girl and allow him to work off his tensions as was his wont after punishing her. Poor Bex was also expected to join in, although Jessica noted that she seemed to be enjoying it! That was the problem thought Jessica, watching Bex buck under Uncle Edmund’s hard thrusts, that when a girl had a sore bottom it was nice to have the pain relived. In whatever possible way.