by B
They say the best way to start is at the beginning, so thats what I’ll do. By the way my name’s Bob and the young lady you can see here is the daughter of a friend of mine. Now she may look as though butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth but believe me, she’s no angel. I’ve watched Samantha grow up from being a cute little tomboy who played ball with me in the backyard to a headstrong teenager who is way too much of a handful for her widowed mother to cope with. I try not to interfere, but this one time I guess I just got pushed me too far. Here’s what happened:
I’d pursuaded Maggie, my friend, to take a break for a couple of days and stay with an old school-friend up-state. As a single parent Maggie works real hard and she deserved her little holiday but it took some major convincing to get her to go. She left me with a list as long as your arm of things to switch on and things to switch off and things to water and things not to water. You get the idea. Really though I guess my main function was just to keep an eye on Samantha and make sure that she didn’t turn her moms house into a 24-hour party zone. Believe me, its happened before. Samantha, for her part, was smart enough to spot the hidden agenda but was surprisingly OK about having her uncle as a ‘baby-sitter’. All I wanted was a quiet time watching the tube, but it didn’t turn out like that. On our first night alone Samantha said she needed to go study with a friend.
Now that seemed a reasonable enough thing for her to do and, just for a minute there, I was pretty relieved. I mean, I was so used to hearing poor Maggie’s tales of Samantha’s cheekiness and her weird boyfriends that I’d been expecting the equivalent of world war three this weekend. Maybe she’s was turning over a new leaf ? Something wasn’t right though. Since hitting puberty Samantha had been about as prickly as a hedgehog and as polite as a storm-trooper, but tonight she was Miss Congeniality. Plus she was wearing an amazingly demure button-through white dress, very long and loose like she was trying to cover something up. As she walked past my chair on her way out, I saw something black and shiny underneath.
Samantha stopped dead in her tracks when I said loudly ..” Just a minute young lady”. I’ve known her since she was a little girl telling lies about who painted the cat and I could see right through the innocent look on her face. I knew she was hiding something she didn’t want me to see. I beckoned her over in front of me. Now I could see other things that set the alarm bells ringing. Sheer black stockings for example. Spiky high-heels. Black pvc peeping between the buttons of her demure white dress. What on earth was this girl wearing ? I reached up and tugged at the top butons of her dress. Surprisingly, Samantha didn’t object. She just stood there, eyes downcast and hands clenched into fists by her side.
I unbuttoned her white dress all the way down, and as I did I could feel my temperature rising. I was starting to get mad because it looked like she was trying to put one over on me. Samantha could see the danger signs and wisely kept her mouth shut. When the last button was undone, the dress fell down around her ankles and I could finally see what she’d been trying to sneak past me. A pvc mini-dress that I bet her mother had never seen clung to her like a wickedly shiny second skin, ending just above the lacy tops of sheer black stockings. The spiky high-heels of black shoes added another 4 inches to her already long legs. Her blonde hair fell carelessly around her shoulders, masking her face. Sweet Samantha was dressed like some cheap two-bit hooker. Whatever she planned on studying tonight, she certainly wasn’t going to be looking for it in any school-books.
End of Spanking Samantha – A Kinky Story Part 1
