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The Uncle -   collaborate part 1
by
js@smilingwithteeth.com

Steven Janitore awoke from his slumbers and glanced at the clock. It said it was way too early to be up, yet this was his normal time to get his day started. He made his way into the bathroom and started his shower. He spent the usual 20 minutes every morning getting ready to face the day. A shower, a shave, and of course, brushing his teeth. He cared about his teeth a great deal and always spent time cleaning and flossing them. Finally, he walked out of the bathroom and made his way over to his Niece Zoey's room.

Zoey was 13 years old and would be celebrating her 14th birthday on the 29th of April. Her Uncle Steven had always taken good care of her, ever since her parents had divorced. This happened when she was a young child. Neither parent was able to handle taking care of her, so Steven decided to adopt her. He loved Zoey very much and she loved her Uncle too.

It was through this love that Uncle Steven found the strength to discipline Zoey whenever her behavior indicated that correction was necessary. For whatever reason, Steven was a spanking parent. He found that spanking often changed Zoey's attitude for the better, so he decided to stick with it. "If it ain't broke, don't fix it," he would sometimes think to himself.

He crossed the hallway and walked toward Zoey's bedroom door. The bright sunshine shown through the living room window. Even though it was the middle of winter, today was a January thaw. The mercury was creeping up toward 70, and the sky was blue and bright. As he always did, Steven knocked on Zoey's door. "Come in," Zoey said. Uncle Steven was surprised to see Zoey still in bed. Usually she was up earlier than he was, and by the time his shower time was done, Zoey was all dressed. Sometimes, she would even prepare breakfast for her Uncle, but not today. "What's the matter, honey?" Uncle Steven asked. "I'm just not feeling good Uncle Steven. My tummy hurts and I think I have a fever." Steven moved over to the bed and reached down and felt Z's forehead. Z was his nick name for Zoey. She loved when her Uncle called her Z. "Well, you don't feel warm, but if you are not feeling well, just stay home from school today and rest." Z smiled at Steven and then Steven kissed her good bye and left her room.

The day at work had been a very good one for Steven Janitore. He had gotten a lot accomplished. He loved productive work days. Best of all, his last meeting of the day had been canceled and he decided it best to go home and make sure Z was feeling OK. While he usually did not leave work until after six, he was in his car and on his way home at slightly past two-thirty. He turned on the radio and off he drove. He loved to sing while the songs on his favorite classical rock station kept him company. Just as Billy Joel started singing about honesty, Steven drove past Z's favorite pizza parlor. He couldn't believe his eyes, but there was his niece, all dressed and having a grand old time. She didn't look the slightest bit ill to Steven. No doubt that Z and her friends had planned this little day of fun and frolic away from school. Steven felt anger and decided to go bowl a few games to relieve the stress. He met his friends Bill and Ed at the lanes and told them about what he had seen. Both Bill and Ed had girls of their own, and neither of them failed to spare the rod, or hairbrush, when it was needed.

As it turned out, Steven didn't get home from the lanes until the usual time he would arrive home from work. He opened the front door and walked inside. All was quiet. He walked down the hallway to Z's door and knocked. He didn't wait for her to answer this time. He opened the door and Zoey lying in bed was the sight that greeted his eyes. Steven took a deep breath and remained calm. "Hi Z. How are you feeling? Any better?" Z opened her eyes and looked at her Uncle and said, "A little better Uncle Steven. I think I'm going to be OK." Steven bit his lower lip and said, "How nice. You are feeling better just in time for the weekend." Zoey smiled a little and said, "Yes, I am glad I won't have to miss the mall. All of my friends are going there tomorrow." Steven moved forward and felt Z's head again. "You know, you do feel a little warm. I had better check your temperature just to be on the safe side." Steven walked into the hallway and procured the thermometer from the medicine cabinet.

Zoey opened her mouth but Uncle Steven just smiled. Z, this is not for that end. It's for your other end. Zoey couldn't believe it. Uncle Steven used to take her temperature in her backside but that was years ago. By the time she had turned ten it was oral all the way. "Why do you have to take it that way, Uncle Steven," Z asked. Steven gave his niece a stern look but with a smile said, "Zoey, you just do as I tell you." Knowing that arguing was futile, Z got out of the bed and walked over to Steven. Steven had pulled Z's desk chair out into the middle of the room and was now seated on it. Before Z could think of any way to stall the inevitable, Steven guided her over his knee. Zoey felt her heart beat increase as her nerves were now working over time. The only time she was ever over her Uncles lap, was for a spanking. And if there was one thing that her Uncle Steven knew how to do, he knew how to make her bottom as hot as a fire cracker. Even though he ignored her bottom when temperature time came around, he always paid her behind close attention when she was naughty. She kept telling herself that she wasn't naughty, at least nothing Uncle Steven knew about. But why was he taking her temp this way? She took a deep breath, as he lifted her nightie and lowered her panties.

Steven stuck his finger into the jar of Vaseline and slowly parted his nieces' naughty ass cheeks. He found her healthy pink anus and carefully inserted his finger inside. Z squealed as she felt his finger invade her tightest and most private hole. "Just relax honey. Uncle Steven has to get your bottom ready for the thermometer." Zoey was not happy with this prospect. She tried to relax and she kept telling herself that she was a good girl. A very good girl.

 

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The Uncle -   collaborate part 2
by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com




"I am a good girl, a very good girl" Zoey thought to herself as she felt the cool glass thermometer slide into her bottom hole.

Being over Uncle Steven's lap made her wonder if somehow he knew about her trip to the pizza parlor with her friends today. He was being very quiet and twirling the thermometer as if he expected her to say something that might give her secret away. She pressed her lips firmly together as she waited, knowing if she just kept quite she wouldn't have to lie.

Zoey hated telling fibs, especially to Uncle Steven. He had this way of looking into her eyes and right into her heart. Still, now he was looking somewhere else, at the thermometer, as he finally slid it out for the reading.

"Zoey, you don't have a fever, are you certain you are feeling all better? A day home from school sometimes helps, but you still look a little pale. What did you eat today?" Uncle Steven asked as he patted her bottom with his hand.

"I had chicken soup and graham crackers," Zoey quickly lied.

"I thought we only had tomato soup when I left this morning, that is why I put it on the shopping list. Are you sure it was chicken soup?" Uncle Steven patted her bare bottom just a little harder then rubbed in circles.

Zoey tried to think, " Um yes sir, I think it was chicken soup, I guess it was the last can, I found it behind some of the others" Zoey swallowed hard and hoped she sounded convincing.

"Well, where did you put the can? I took the trash out with me this morning as I left, and its empty still," Uncle Steven patted her bottom again a little harder and this time she heard him clear his throat and felt him reach behind them for something on her desk.

Zoey started to feel really sick, maybe if she threw up right now on her carpet he would forget about asking all these questions.

"I don't know Uncle Steven, I just don't know. I guess I had a fever earlier and might have dreamed some of it. I watched _I Love Lucy_ though I do remember that," Zoey said, hoping to distract him.

Uncle Steven laughed and said, "I hope it was one of the episodes where Lucy gets a spanking, those were always my favorites." Uncle Steven at this point rubbed what was obviously a hairbrush on Zoey's bottom.

"Zoey I have given you more then enough time to tell me the truth, telling lies is wrong, and you know what happens to naughty girls that tell lies don't you?" The first hard swat from the hairbrush landed on her upturned bottom. "You were at the mall eating pizza with your friends" another hard swat, "and you weren't sick and you didn't eat chicken soup" more swats harder then before as Uncle Steven lectured and spanked. "You didn't watch TV, you told more lies then I have flavors of dental floss!"

Zoey had to laugh in the middle of her spanking. Uncle Steven had this way of making jokes at the most serious time. However, she was thankful, because she knew that after her punishment he would still love her.

"I'm sorry Uncle Steven I am!" Zoey cried out, her feet starting to kick as his lecture and the smacks picked up tempo. "I don't know why I lied, once I started I couldn't stop. I felt terrible inside. I did. I even felt sick from it, I really did."

Uncle Steven stopped spanking and rubbed her now bright red bottom, saying, "Well, I know just the thing to make you feel better, a punishment to fit the crime. Naughty girls that tell lies, need a special type of purging."

Zoey stood in the corner, holding up her nightgown, her white panties contrasting underneath her very well punished bottom as Uncle Steven got things ready. Zoey heard the water running and was certain she knew what was coming next. Only when she was very naughty would Uncle Steven punish her with the Enema Kit.

Uncle Steven put a big soft beach towel on her bed and had her lay face down. She didn't even want to look up as she felt him sit down on the bed next to her. She felt terrible and guilty, and wanted to be able to look in his eyes again without this terrible feeling. He patted her well-spanked bottom, and then quickly slipped a lubed finger into her tight bottom hole.

"Relax honey, Uncle Steven knows just how to fix things, you need this so you can have a fresh start and stop the lies."

"Yes sir," Zoey squeaked as the finger slipped easily out and the nozzle slid just as easily into place. Uncle Steven was gentle yet firm. He lectured quietly, as they waited the time it took the warm water to fill her tummy.

Soon Zoey started to panic and get a bit cranky as her body told her it was getting too full. The click of the enema valve told her he was stopping for a moment as he rubbed her back and told her she could hold it. Finally, after a few more clicks on and off he announced that she had taken it all and had been a good girl all during her enema.

He slid out the nozzle and replaced it with a well-lubed plug. Zoey cried as he pushed it inside and her hand reached back for a moment to slow its entry. Zoey felt so helpless and dependent. She trusted her Uncle Steven to make her feel better, to help her be a good girl.

She was plugged, and the timer was set, Uncle Steven sat near her head and waited with her for the time to pass. He stroked her hair and told her how he loved her. He repeated what happens to naughty girls that lie, they get a hard hairbrush spanking over the knee, panties down, nightie up, they get corner time and sometimes they even get an enema when the lies go on and on. Zoey felt herself relaxing, and his words entered her mind, teaching her the way a good punishment should.

Finally, it was time to empty out the bad things and be fresh and new. Uncle Steven helped her to the toilet and removed the plug, he flushed the toilet for her numerous times and stood in the doorway through all the baddest times, never leaving her alone. She hugged his legs when she was most afraid, and he patted her hair. He fixed a bubble bath for her. At this point, he was preparing to leave her alone to wash. He smiled down at his cute little Z as she was sitting in the tub surrounded by bubbles.

"There's my good girl," he said, as he touched his finger to her nose. She looked straight into his eyes and smiled.


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