The clock strikes six a.m. I creep into Uncle André’s house, heart pounding like a drum in my chest. Skirt hiked up, no panties—lost in a drunken game, rubbed raw against a stranger’s fingers, soaked in my own slick heat. The stair creaks. Lights blaze on. There he sits, robe loose, eyes furious on the sofa.
“Chloé, you’ve gone too far.” His voice cuts sharp. I stumble down, thighs sticky, pulse racing wild. Begging starts—tears hot on cheeks, excuses tumble: the boy who ditched me, drinks to drown it, the panty forfeit. He won’t bend. Parents tomorrow. Prison walls closing in.
The Fever
No. Anything but that. Alcohol burns barriers away. I hurl myself into his arms. “Punish me like Dad did. Spank me hard.” Words choke out, throat tight. Heart hammers. Skin flushes fever-hot. I flip onto his lap, hike skirt high. Bare ass arches up, cheeks parting, pussy exposed, dripping. Air cool on wet folds. His breath hitches. Silence stretches, agonizing. My clit throbs, begging.
“Please, Uncle. For my own good. Hit me.” Skin prickles, nipples harden against his thigh. Waiting shreds me—vulnerable, offered like meat.
First slap lands. Crack echoes. Fire blooms on cheek. I yelp, jolt forward. Heart slams ribs. More come, steady rhythm. Palm sears flesh. Heat spreads, deep, pulsing. Ass jiggles with each impact. Tears spill, snot drips. But between legs? Floodgates open. Cunt clenches, juices smear his robe. His cock hardens under me, thick ridge pressing thigh. I grind subtle, pulse syncing with slaps.
The Blaze
Harder now. Skin welts, turns crimson. Screams rip out—raw, animal. Legs kick wild, but his long hands pin hips. Fingers brush inner thighs, accidental? Sweat beads, trickles down crack. Pain twists into blaze. Clit swells, untouched agony. Every smack jolts core, waves crashing. “More! I deserve it!” Voice breaks, but hips buck. His breaths ragged, erection throbs insistent.
Blaze consumes. Slaps blur—fast, merciless. Ass furnace, radiating to pussy. Lips swollen, slick gushes. Orgasms build unbidden, coiling tight. I sob, beg stop, but body betrays: arches higher, spreads wider. His free hand grips waist, thumb near cleft. Cock strains robe, pre-cum wetting fabric against my skin. World narrows—pain, heat, need. One final barrage: skin sings, nerves explode. He stops. I collapse, trembling, wrecked.
Shudders rack me. Ass throbs fire-hot, marked. Rise slow, rub cheeks—fingers slick with cream. Straddle him, sob into chest. “It hurt… but I needed it.” Hips rock gentle, pussy lips kiss his bulge through robe. Wet spot huge now, my arousal blatant. His hands stroke hair, hesitant. Hearts thunder together. Kiss cheeks, neck—salt-sweat taste. Guilt flickers in his eyes. Mine? Triumph, twisted lust.
Bed claims me later. Fingers dive in—replay every sting, exposure. Ass still burns, amplifies. Imagine his gaze on bare slit, cock twitching. Two orgasms rip through, moans echo house. He hears. Knows. Power mine now. Morning: sheer nightie, no undies. Nipples poke, ass peeks. He stares, silent, circling kitchen. My web tightens. Freedom won in fire’s afterglow, skin humming unique blaze.