The week before her birthday, Uncle Edmund took Jessica to a country house hotel for the weekend. Which was a castle. The suite we were staying in, in the curtain wall of the castle has a sitting room with good sofas, a window seat and leaded panes, a four-poster bed and a Jacuzzi in the bathroom. Not to mention a sign on the outer door to the suite saying ‘Please close the door or the peacocks may enter’.
Sybarite, me?
Anyway, what was far more interesting to Uncle Edmund – who on the way to West Sussex had warned Jessica sternly that they were staying at a grown-up hotel and therefore she must be on her best behaviour – was that at the end of a bed was a leather luggage stool, to balance cases on whilst unpacking.
Uncle Edmund quickly found another use for it though. He realised that when Jessica knelt on the stool and rested her upper body on the bed, her bottom was elevated to a perfect spanking height. Which was why Jessica found herself, less than ten minutes after arriving, mounted on the stool, her red plaid mini-kilt flipped up and her tights and knickers around her knees.
“I haven’t done anything!” protested Jessica.
“This is a deterrent so you know what will happen if you do” riposted Uncle E.
He then proceeded to spank Jessica thoroughly until her bottom was the same shade as her scarlet kilt, paddled her thoroughly with a new paddle and then for good measure, finished her off with his belt. Jessica, wriggling into the soft bed felt thoroughly abused.
But not nearly as abused as when he then proceeded to remove the stool, spread her thighs and take his pleasure vigorously, using her pigtails as reins. The bed was obviously an excellent height for this as well.
Why is it that Uncles are so mean?
Jessica, I would guess that you thoroughly enjoyed that visit.
Funny, that’s a question I’ve been asked on occasion.
Warm hugs,
Paul.
Ah! what?
Oh! … I loved the idea of that stool.
A Luggage Stool eh? … It shouldn’t be too hard to make.
All the best,
Cheers,
Les