Humiliation of Niece SeXStoRY

HUMILIATION OF NIECE A few months ago I was contacted by another member of a fetish group I belong to asking for some help with his niece. We met up for a drink and he explained that he had an “Uncle/ Niece “ relationship with his partner they did not live together but she visited at weekends. When they chatted during the week she always was rude to him and she sometimes stole items when she left at weekends knowing she would be punished on her next visit. They both enjoyed this scenario and looked forward to their time together but she was getting naughtier and took his favourite hairbrush the last visit. He had recently used this to spank her with and she told him on the phone she had destroyed it and was very verbally abusive to him. He knew she wouldn’t dare do this but he wanted to make her punishment more humiliating this next visit to teach her better manners. I agreed to help of course. We chatted again on the phone just before her visit and he told me what my role was to be. I duly arrived at the appointed time , knocked on the door which he opened and greeted me” hello Master you are just in time please come in. This is my niece I told you about” Standing in the corner was a girl in school uniform with her hands on her head and her nose touching a postit note on the wall her hair was tied in pigtails, skirt very short and white knee length socks on matching her white blouse. At his request I had brought a bag with me containing some of my wares. “What have you brought to show me he asked”. I opened the bag and revealed a leather flogger, two leather paddles and two canes, we laid these out on the settee. His niece was trying to peep round and as I was watching her more than him playing with the tools I barked at her to remain in position as she was ordered. He at once went to her pulled her around to face me, her eyes bulged at the site of my toys on the settee and her face scowled at him. He brought her to within a yard of me, tilted her chin so she looked into my eyes and told her to tell me exactly what she had done to deserve punishment. She began stuttering at the shame of a stranger in the room and began to mumble some words ,he clipped her backside sharply and told her to speak up. As she talked he kept reminding her about little bits she missed with another clip. When she had finished he explained to her that I was to watch him punish her and maybe help. She started to protest at this and he explained that his punishment wasn’t enough as her behaviour was getting worse. He pulled a straight backed chair into the centre of the room, sat on it and motioned to her to bend over his knee. He pulled her short skirt as best as it would upwards revealing white large knickers. He then proceeded to spank quite hard and you could see the cheeks reddening. He stopped made her stand then told her to remove the skirt and knickers. She screamed at him NO. He just looked and said do it or it will be worse. She did then he asked me to sit down and he made her bend down in front of me and told her to show me her backside and the red cheeks. A very beautiful site but I didn’t touch. He pulled her back over his knee and began to spank rigourously and she started wriggling and crying saying she wouldn’t do it again, he continued for 5 minutes and she was very red and blubbering profusely. He stopped. Stood her up and made her show me again telling her to open her cheeks for me which she did with more protests. My hand is aching now I am going to ask Master to continue. He picked up the narrow thick leather paddle I had brought. Apart from his hand and hairbrush she had never been punished with anything else. Her protests were louder and more pleading, tears running down her face. Ok he said the Master will only give you ten strokes, you must learn to be more obedient. I sat on the chair and beckoned her to assume the postion over my knee. Her hands reached back to cover herself so I trapped one arm behind my knee and bent the other up her back. I rubbed those cheeks they were red hot and glowing. Ten only I thought , will have to make them count. She must have been biting her lip as she never uttered a sound until the sixth one and then she let loose, kicking her legs, trying to struggle out of my grasp. The next four were very hard and I could see swellings appear. I let her rise. She rubbed hard at the marks and he made her go and stand in the corner in her position. We chatted for a few minutes and I explained the difference in the two canes I had brought, he was impressed and thoughtful deciding which to choose. He called her back to him and we both admired her bottom. I had purposely ensured I had struck to cover all her cheeks and they were glowing nicely with some wealds were the edge of the paddle had hit. He returned to the chair and bade her over his knee again, she pleaded she would be good from now on. He told her we weren’t finished yet and that she would remember this day. Bending under the chair he had put his hairbrush a broad backed wooden one ,showed her ot and said this was the one she had stolen last week and now she would feel it. He set about using it quickly and hard and must have delivered 50 strokes. She was really kicking back swearing and crying all the time then pleading again for him to stop. When he did he made her show herself to me. Spreading her bright red cheeks really marked by now I could see her pussy lips had opened and the whole area was moist and her little anus was puckering open and shut. He asked her had she learnt her lesson and she promised she had and would never do anything again, she never wanted anyone to see her like this ever. He smiled rubbed her cheeks with affection and told her to lean over the arm of the settee. Her face told a picture. Turning to me he asked if I would deliver ten strokes with the thicker cane please ,I want her to remember this day for a long time. My pleasure I said picking it up and striking through the air the screamed as it whistled but I hadn’t touched her yet. Yes ten strokes very hard please Master he said. I was not going to raise my arm just using the wrist action would be enough to mark her for a few days so I did and told her to count them out and to apologise to us both after each one. She did as was bade between the shrieks and tears. After the ninth he asked to make this one really count but winked at me as he said it. Certainly I said This one will really tell and I am sure by now we can easily cut the skin, would you please go in front of her and hold her arms please. This heightened the fear for her but I struck no harder than the others. He told her to stand and face me. Now apologise for me having to bring the Master here to teach you a lesson, she did. The humiliation showed on her face . I picked my bag and things up and shaking his hand I left. I heard from him the day after. They never left the bed until it was time for her to leave