Another swat—right cheek this time.

Harder.

The sting sank deep—hot, blooming, turning my skin tight and red.

I whimpered—quiet, bitten-off.

He didn’t stop.

Alternated—left, right, left, right—steady rhythm, each one landing heavier than the last.

My ass burned—skin prickling, heat radiating down to my cunt.

Every smack jolted me forward—my clit rubbing against the rough denim of his jeans.

I was dripping—could feel it sliding down my inner thighs, pooling on his leg.

He paused—hand resting hot on my stinging flesh.

Rubbed slow circles again—gentle now, soothing the fire he’d started.

“You’re soaked, Ava,” he said—almost surprised. “Getting off on your uncle spanking you. Dirty little girl.”

His fingers dipped...