Message-ID: <6242eli$9712091213@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Big Sexy Grrrl" Subject: "Expelled" - Erotika by Sexy Grrl Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19971208070545.17037.qmail@hotmail.com> 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 ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /