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Standard disclaimers apply - if according to the laws in your state, 
province, country or universe you are under age, read no further. This 
story is a work of fiction, and contains references to spanking, playful 
incest between relatives, and other stuff that will rot your mind. If 
these things offend you, go away now. 

Story Copyright 1997 - 1998 Sexy Grrl Inc. Story may not be re-printing 
or distributed in any way, except for personal enjoyment. Direct 
comments, critiques and criticism to bigsexxgrrl@hotmail.com

These stories are meant to be Feminine Erotika, and hopefully will be as 
arousing for women as they are for men. Some taboos may be broken, but 
that's not necessarily a BAD thing, is it? 


"EXPELLED" 

by Sexy Grrl

What a mess I'd made of things. I knew how hard my parents had worked to 
get me into private school - skipping vacations, making do with their 
old car, Mom working over time at the store. They were good people who 
loved me, and wanted to do what was best for their only daughter. 

So how did I end up getting expelled in my third year? Slipping out to 
meet up with a town boy was something that many other girls had done and 
gotten away with, but just my bad luck to hookup with the only son of 
the headmaster of the boy's school. Needless to say, his father had 
little patience with our antics in his bedroom on a cold November 
afternoon, and his report back to my Headmistress was what had me 
standing at the curb with my packed bags, waiting for my uncle to arrive 
and drive me home in disgrace.  

When Uncle Frank's Lincoln pulled up for me, I hung my head and shuffled 
towards the trunk with my bags, avoiding even looking at him as he came 
out to greet the staff on hand to see me off. Uncle Frank and my 
Headmistress spoke briefly on the steps, and many bleak stares were 
directed towards me. The phrase "wanton behaviour" and "out of control" 
carried to my burning ears, and I angrily climbed into the front 
passenger seat so I wouldn't have to hear anymore. Head phones clamped 
over my ears and sunglasses pushed up to hide my eyes, I practiced my 
best "who gives a shit" expression in the vanity mirror, the very 
picture (so I thought) of cosmopolitan cool at 17 years old. 

Uncle Frank had always been my favourite of my Father's brothers and 
sisters - he epitomised everything I someday wanted to be. Wealthy, well 
dressed, and arrogantly poised, it was sometimes hard to believe he and 
my blue collar father were even related.Tall, fit and distinguished, he 
had a full head of dark hair and a sternly handsome face. He'd always 
called me his "Princess", and while his visits to our house had been 
infrequent, his Christmas cards to me had always contained a generous 
check and warm note. Having him of all people come to pick me up was 
simply the final humiliating blow in a week of disgraces, but since his 
office was only a half hour from my school, it was decided that he would 
escort me home and try to talk some sense into me. A lecture was the 
very last thing I needed, so I studied my nails as he climbed into the 
drivers seat, volume cranked up to to mask anything he might say. 

As we drove in silence I pondered returning to the despairing faces of 
my parents. Thinking of their sadness was the worst thing that anyone 
could have done to punish me, and I was dreading the moment we arrived. 
Thank God there were at least five hours between me and purgatory. 

 "I said, we're stopping to eat!".  I snapped into awakeness as Frank 
pulled the headphones from my ears to yell at me. We had pulled into a 
road side motel and diner complex, and I realised with a start we'd been 
driving for almost two hours. "Must have dozed off" I muttered under my 
breath, as Frank slammed the car door shut. "Come on, let's go" he 
snapped, pulling my door open for me. Ever the gentleman, even though he 
was visibly annoyed. 

His mood didn't improve when I peered at the menu in silence, refusing 
to even meet his gaze. "Listen Princes, you can knock this shit off 
anytime" he said as the waitress left with our orders. "I'm not your 
dad, and I'm not the enemy. Why don't you tell me what the hell is going 
on?". The look on his face radiated concern, and I blinked back tears 
behind my ever present sun glasses, refusing to speak for fear of 
choking up. He obviously took my silence for still more sulking, and his 
tone became abrupt again. "This rebel with out a clue routine is getting 
tired, Princess. You are a spoiled little brat, and this is just the 
final straw. If you want to sulk in silence, fine. If was up to me, I'd 
put you over my knee and spank the living tar out of you."

We ate our meals in silence, broken only when my uncle looked out the 
window and realised that a heavy snow fall had all but obscured the view 
of the parking lot. He muttered "shit" under his breath, and asked the 
waitress for our check, not waiting to hold the door of the diner open 
for me. It was obvious he was more eager than ever to get rid of me, and 
after his outburst at the table I felt the same way. I huddled in the 
cold car, as he turned over the key, but the car simply refused to 
start. "Shit!" he exclaimed again "Now what?". Realising that the 
chances of getting boost were next to zero in the middle of a blizzard, 
he told me to get my bags from the trunk and meet him in the motel 
lobby. 

Our shabby rooms were connected by a shared bathroom, and a curt good 
night was as much as I heard from Frank before he disappeared into his 
room. I was tired and depressed, dismayed that my favourite uncle was so 
disappointed in me. I wanted to go and talk to him, to explain my 
actions and try to make some one see things from my side, but I just 
didn't have the nerve. Instead,  I stripped down to cotton panties and a 
baby tee, and flopped onto the bed to watch some TV. Flipping channels 
casually, my eye was caught by a soft porn film playing in a flicker of 
snowy static. Naked bodies tumbled end over end, and my hands strayed up 
to lightly pinch my soft pink nipples. Rubbing softly, eyes closed, my 
mind wandered back to my afternoons with Scott, his blond head between 
my legs, his tongue licking and probing me, making me quiver and moan in 
a way my own hands under the sheet in the dorm had never done.  The 
sudden memory of the look on his father's face as he opened the door one 
afternoon, catching Scott in the very act of fucking me from behind, 
made me reach over and snap the TV off. I got up and paced restlessly, 
ignoring the tingling in my pussy and the wetness that I could feel 
dripping down my thighs. A shower was just what I needed to distract 
myself, and I stripped off my clothes and opened the bathroom door. 

The sounds of the TV had obviously muffled the water that Frank had 
streaming over his body, because he was just finishing up his shower as 
I opened the door. I quickly pulled the door shut, but could not resist 
keeping it open just enough to watch his hard body emerging from the 
steam. His tall frame was still belted with thick muscles, testament to 
hours spent at the gym. A thick ruff of fur started at this chest, 
tapering down to his slight belly and becoming a tangle of dark curls at 
his crotch. A long thick prick hung down, ropy with veins and worlds 
away from the slim trophy my boy friend had waved at me so proudly. He 
stretched luxuriantly, rubbing his back with the thin motel towel and 
giving me a full view of his strong back and thighs. I watched silently 
as he leaned over the sink to brush his teeth, scrathching idly at his 
chest and gazing into the mirror. For one brief moment, I thought his 
eyes saw my reflection at the door, but he never changed expression or 
acknowledged me in any way. Silently pushing the door shut, I  padded 
over to the bed and climbed under the covers.  

My hands strayed again between my legs, rubbing my pussy lips and 
dipping into my wet  box. My nipples sprang to attention, eager to get 
in on the fun, and I used my other hand to oblige them, pinching and 
pulling them lightly. My finger found my clit and began to push against 
it softly, rolling it back and forth like a pearl, toying with myself as 
I felt waves of heat surge through my thighs and belly. Sighing, I 
pushed the covers back to touch my self with full abandon, bucking my 
hips lightly on the swayed mattress. 

A sharp intake of breath in front of me was the first sign I had a 
witness. Wrapped in only the motel towel, my uncle stood framed in the 
bathroom door, a look that verged on the mildy disgusted on his face. 

"Isn't this nice" he sneered. "Barely out of trouble, and still eager to 
get into more". I shuddered with shame, and rolled away from his 
disapproving face, reaching down to pull the covers up to my chin, but 
in two short strides he had my wrist grasped firmly in his hand, and his 
eyes bored into mine. 

"You really are quite a naughty little Princess, aren't you? Did you 
think I didn't know you were watching me? Were you thinking about me 
when you touched yourself - were you thinking about my cock?" 

I was in shock at his tone and words, blushing bright red from the shame 
of what he'd seen me doing, and from the slow appraising looks he was 
running up and down my body.  "You've turned into quite a  woman, 
haven't you? Nice big breasts, curvy belly and hips - too bad you've 
also turned into such a little bitch. You really are out of control, 
aren't you? Is this what your parents worked so hard for - for you to 
become a little slut?"  As his words cut through me like a knife, he 
dismissively flicked his hand across my nipples, causing them to spring 
up like hard little nubbins. His gaze on my body caused me to squirm 
against the mattress, fighting lightly to free my wrist from his grasp. 

"Let me GO!" I burst out, tears running down my cheeks. "Oh, so you can 
speak still, can you?" he observed sarcastically. "I don't think I will 
let you go. I think that maybe that spanking I mentioned might be just 
what the doctor ordered, don't you? Maybe a few lessons in civilty are 
in order while we're at it." 

I could not believe what I was hearing. My beloved uncle had me pinioned 
to the bed by one wrist, and was actually talking about spanking me! Who 
the the hell did he think he was? Even as I fumed, a guiltly tingle 
surged through me at the sound of the word spanking, and I could hardly 
believe how wet I still was even under his barrage fo taunts. "Don't you 
dare touch me" I spit out at him. "I'm too old to be spanked, and you 
know it." 

"Oh, Princess, you really do have a lot to learn, don't you? The first 
thing you need to learn is that you don't stare at *me* unless I've said 
you can, got it? The next thing you need to learn is some restraint - I 
mean, touching yourself with me in the very next room? Can you really 
tell me you didn' *want* me to catch you? Can you?"  His words made me 
blush even more deeply, and I stammered out denials even as part of me 
realised that he was right. He actually smiled at my discomfort, and 
gently pulled me up into a sitting position. 

"Don't worry, all is forgiven. Here - sit down beside me" he said, 
patting a spot beside him.  Carefully, I sidled over to him on the bed, 
mind racing with a mixture of excitement and disbelief. I stared 
guiltily at my feet, and started in surprise when he put a comforting 
arm around me. His strong hands caressed my shoulders, and I closed my 
eyes and blissfully enjoyed the feeling of his fingers working the knots 
out of my shoulders. It seemed only natural for him to pull me down over 
his lap, his fingers working their magic on my back and neck, my face 
pressed into the musty matress. I gave in, and submitted to his touch, 
enjoying the waves of pleasure that were pouring through my body. His 
hands moved down my back and stroked my ass cheeks, kneading them 
softly. 

"Such a tender little ass" he whispered, leaning down to brush my neck 
with his lips. "Such a shame to have to spank it, don't you think?" My 
body tensed at his words, but his gentle massage continued, and I sighed 
under his touch. His kneading of my ass became more firm and insistent, 
and I realised I could feel his hard cock pushing up into my stomach. I 
ground my belly onto his lap, and was rewarded with the feel of his 
prick jerking sharply to attention. Far from being pleased, my uncle's 
repsone was a sharp slap on my ass, causing me to cry out in surprise. 

"So you like the feel of my prick, do you? Is that what you like - a 
nice hard prick?" My slient head shake earned me two more sharp slaps, 
all playfulness gone from his touch now.  "If you don't like it, what's 
all this from?" One strong finger dipped into my sopping wet pussy, and 
was brought to just under my nose. I could smell myself on his fingers, 
salty and musky and undeniably aroused. I reached out my tongue and 
licked the moisture from his fingers, and felt his cock jerk against my 
belly again. My reward for this act was a series of hard slaps to the 
ass, and the reinsertion of his now clean finger into my eager pussy. My 
back was arched with tension as his hard hand rained down rythmicaly on 
my sore ass cheeks, and with every sharp stroke his long finger thrust 
deep into me, causing me to squirm with a combination of pain and 
mingled excitement. My hips were now bucking convulsively with every 
slap, and I felt myself spiral into an orgasm as his fingers hit my clit 
over and over again. I had barely had time to catch my breath before 
Frank shoved me onto my knees in front of him, pushing my head down onto 
his throbbing dick and telling me to suck it all in. His hands were 
twined in my hair as he pushed my mouth down over his shaft, and in a 
moment he too had shuddered into orgasm, sending ropes of hot cum 
streaming down my throat. 

My dear uncle continued my re education into the night, and we both 
agreed in the morning that it would be a shame to cut such valuable 
lessons off due to distance. With his considerable powers of persuasion, 
and a generous donation to the building fund, Frank convinced the 
Headmistress that I had seen the error of my ways, and I was soon re 
enrolled. Headmistress was pleased at the change in my attitude, and 
agreed with my parents and teachers that my weekends working with Frank 
in his office were doing wonders for my out look. "He has such a firm 
hand with her", Headmistress observed admiringly to my mother on parent 
teacher day "It certainly seems to be doing her a world of good". Frank 
has promised that if I make the Honors list he'll even find a summer job 
in the city for me, so that I can stay at his aparmtent. Of course, I 
wouldn't dare disappoint him. 
---
If you'd like to hear more about Frank's re-education of his "Princess", 
drop the author a note at bigsexygrrl@hotmail.com



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