After I left Mister Alexander at the end of the day I went back to my law class and sat with Mr Nicholson for the next two hours catching up on what I missed yesterday. He was handing me books and getting me to read passages while he tested me. Apparently what we did was more than what they did yesterday but that is purely because I'm capable of it and no one else is. I did catch him eyeing me up and down once or twice though which caused me to squirm a little. He wasn't good looking by any means, in fact he was quite old, too old for me and the only person I wanted was my Uncle. I gave Mister Alexander a hint earlier about how my Uncle likes to punish me so I was hoping it would become a reality.
I walked past my old house on the way home just for the sake of it, it was a hot day so I thought to myself I may as well enjoy the sun. My blazer was stuffed over the handle of my school bag and my tie was loosened down to the knot of it was resting at my boobs. Above that all of the buttons of my shirt were undone and I was catching the sun a little. Same with my legs, my milky white, chubby legs were getting attention from the sun as I walked home. I won't deny, I did get slightly lost trying to find my way to Uncle Jonathon's house, my house. But eventually I found it. I'd sent him a text earlier containing our rules.
Let's find my boundaries. Do anything. Safe word -- Apple.
So I knew exactly what to expect what I got home.
Uncle Jonathon had given me a key this morning, he said it was a spare so it was now mine. Putting the key in the door, I turned it and walked indoors. "Jezzebelle, is that you?"
"Yes Uncle Jonathon, I'm home."
"Why are you so late?" I followed the sound of his voice into the living room which was at the end of the hall. I put my bag on the floor by the door and looked at him, God he was handsome. His shirt, like mine was half undone and his tie loosened, his was nice and tight forming to his slim figure. I couldn't help but bite my lip with lust and want when I looked at him, his stubble was freshly trimmed and his brown eyes bore into me. When I didn't answer spoke again, "I was home an hour ago, I thought I would give you a lift home but obviously you didn't want that. So where have you been?"
"I was with Mister Nicholson; I was catching up on yesterdays missed work plus getting a bit more of a head start on next week's work."
"Mister Nicholson? He's your law teacher right? The old guy? You been good for him because I've heard from your music teacher that you were really badly behaved today. You're a bad, bad girl apparently."
"And I wouldn't know what he was on about Uncle Jonathon. I'm a good, good girl."
"Come here Jezzebelle," he beckoned me over to where he was sitting on the sofa. "You're a beautiful woman you know that right?"
"I've been told recently Uncle Jonathon; I think that's why Mister Alexander says I'm a bad girl."
"Why?" His hands were itching to touch me, I could tell from the way he kept them in fists on his knees.
"Because he thinks I'm attractive, sexy and he wants to have sex with me." I was standing between his legs and he knew I was getting wet from the way my legs were squirming, my thighs rubbing together and clinching my clit which was throbbing.
"You shouldn't talk about your teacher like that Jezzebelle, things like that should not be said." I went to protest but he cut me off, "I told him I would punish you in an acceptable way, otherwise it would be punishment at school and that can't happen for your sake."
"What's my punishment then Uncle Jonathon?" I took hold of the end of his tie and lifted it up, slowly I tugged at it before undoing and holding it in my hands.
His hands gripped my hips and pulled me towards him, taking his tie out of my hands he wrapped it around my wrists binding them together. "Sit down Jezzebelle," my breathing became shallow, intense, waiting to see what he would do. I sat on the sofa next to him my hands bound in front of me. "Now, do exactly what I say, Ok?"
"Yes Uncle Jonathon." I moved my wrists a little, he had bound them up tightly as if he were well practiced in the art of it. His tie was silky and soft around my wrists not cutting off any circulation or hurting me.
His hand slid from the nape of my neck around to the hollow of my throat, a single finger tracing up and down the very front of my neck. As his finger slid down my body it finally met my breasts where he decided to swirl patterns around them causing goose bumps to appear all over my flesh. His hand caressed my breasts and he began to squeeze them, gently at first then harder, his nails digging into my skin. His hands moved towards my hips where he held me for a moment before pushing me over his legs, "bend over Jezzebelle. Over my knees. Do it now." I moved into the position he asked me to, my arms were draping over my head, now touching the floor. My arse was on his right knee and sticking up in the air and my feet were on the floor. His hands ran up and down my thighs, the outside, the inside, everywhere. I could feel myself getting too wet, my pussy beginning to flood with my juices. Slowly, teasingly slowly he lifted my skirt up revealing my bare arse.
"So I was told correctly. My niece is a fucking slut. Why don't you have knickers on?"
"They got a little wet Uncle Jonathon. It wouldn't have been very comfortable to wear them all day."
"And why were they wet?" He was playing the part so bloody well and I was ridiculously turned on.
"Because... Because I had sex..."
