Three days had gone by and Amber had been a perfect angel. Haley didn’t even to have utter the slightest threat of a spanking. Oh, but it was lingering in Amber’s mind and she new that Haley wouldn’t hesitate to spank if she pushed her limit. She knew by the looks he’d give her now and then, and how he would snap her name when she talked back. The little girl really didn’t need anything more. That didn’t mean she would get to her summer homework without a fuss, though.

“Uncle Haley,” Amber whined, kicking her feet back and forth as she sat at his desk, schoolbook and papers in front of her. “I want to go to the beach.”

“You can go to the beach after you get some of you work done, missy,” Haley promised her, looking up from his laptop. He had settled on the couch on the other side of the room, computer in his lap, watching his nieces every move with a vigilant eye.

“What kind of school gives you homework in the summer,” complained Amber, tossing her pencil into her book and slamming it.

“Apparently the one you go to,” Haley answered her with an exhausted sigh. “Work,” he added firmly.

She whined some more and miserably twisted in her chair, before she actually opened her book to begin working.

Haley was relieved, there were a few moments of silence, maybe his niece had finally realized that she was not getting up until she did some work. Her began getting into the flow of his story, typing rapidly, pausing only to think up a new idea. He had a due date of this chapter and it was midnight tonight. If he didn’t get it in, his editor would be on his back for the next week.

“Uncle Haley, I’m thirsty,” Amber moaned, interrupting Haley’s pleasurable silence.

“You have a drink right there,” Haley pointed to the glass sitting on top of the desk.

“It all watery, the ice made it gross.”

“Amber, I’m not going to argue with you anymore, either you start doing that this minute or you’re going to be doing it on a sore, bare bottom,” Haley threatened, in firm tone, setting his computer beside him. “Your choice.”

Amber whimpered a little, but turned back to her book quietly. Twenty minutes passed by and the only noises were Amber’s scratching pencil, Haley steady patter on the keys, and the ticking clock.

“Haley,” Amber whispered softly, setting down her pencil. “Have a I worked enough now?”

Haley was about to reprimand her again, but he glanced at the clock and sighed. He knew Amber to well, twenty minutes was all he could get out of her at a time.

“Go get dressed, in some nice clothes we’re going to my office,” instructed Haley, rising from the couch and stretching.

“You have an office?” exclaimed Amber, jumping up from the chair as if it were on fire.

“Its my editor’s building, I just own one of the many offices,” Haley answered, following her out of the study. “They expect me to go in and write, but I do most of it here.”

“Then why are we going?” Amber inquired, pausing in front of her doorway. “I need to pick up a disk I left in there last week, and on our way back we can get lunch.”

“At a really nice restaurant?”

“Sure, why not,” answered Haley with a smile. “That means you’ll have to wear a dress.”

“No problem,” she replied and disappeared in her room, closing the door behind her.

“Nice office,” Amber complimented sarcastically, surveying the small little area, containing only a computer and a desk. She would smooth her cute flowered sundress when anyone would cast a glance her way.

“Told you I didn’t work here often,” Haley answered with a slight chuckle, grabbing the disk from one of the drawers. “Alright we’re ready.”

“That was quick,” Amber said, following Haley out the door. “Where too now?”

“There’s a nice place halfway through here and home. They serve sushi...”

“Eww!”

“I was kidding! I’ll take you to Harding’s. Nice sea food. Properly cooked.”

Amber didn’t particularly fancy seafood, and for a while she whined and complained that a good ol’ McDonald’s would have been the best choice. But after tasting a few delicacies she changed her mind and even got so far as to thank him for taking her there. At least she could be grateful for a few things!, Haley thought to himself.

The brief trip back home was a mostly silent one. Unbeknownst to Haley, the shadow of the unfinished homework was hovering over little Amber; she knew she had a pre-set amount to do every day, or would be late. Unbeknownst to Amber, Haley meant to keep his word in each and every way: they’d enjoyed more than two free hours together, and if she didn’t mean to go back to work, he’d ‘motivate’ her.

As soon as they got home and got inside, it was clear where things were headed. Haley took out his laptop and prepared to resume working; he also casually arranged Amber’s school things on the desk. The girl, instead, slumped down on the couch with a can of soda and turned on MTV.

“Apart from the fact that you’ve just finished eating,” he said, hands on his hips, “don’t you think it’s time to get to that homework so that you...?”

“Look, uncle, I really don’t...” she started, but the sudden change of expression on his face made her soften her tone... and she wouldn’t know why, but her bottom tingled beneath the dress. “I mean... please, uncle Haley, can I watch TV for a few minutes before I get to my homework?”

It was well constructed and far from genuine, Haley knew, but it was still polite and he appreciated the effort. “Fine. Thanks for asking. Ten minutes, okay?”

Amber: “Aww... forty!”

Haley: “Fifteen!”

Amber: “Thirty!”

Haley: “Twenty-five!”

Amber: “Twenty!”

Haley grinned: “Aha!”

It took her a second to recount the bids in her mind, and finally she took her head in her hands and moaned. “You fooled me! No fair!”

But he smiled and shook his head. “Way to grow up yet, kiddo. Twenty minutes is all you get. Then I want to see you spell and count. Understood?”

The ‘yes sir’ she muttered was the least genuine, like, ever!

Eventually time passed, with the girl watching MTV – glumly at first, but soon getting into things – and Haley connecting his laptop and thinking about how to finish the infamous chapter. He kept glancing at the clock from time to time, and he probably allowed the full half an hour to Amber before asking her that she quit.

Her reply, predictably, was: “Aww just to the end of this song!”

“Fine, but that’s it.”

By then, Haley had found the idea he was looking for and had started typing fervently... so he really didn’t pay attention to the song. Only a good ten minutes later he realised, and he called for her again.

“Okay, now switch it off.”

She groaned.

“Amber? I’m serious!” But he kept typing.

“Okay, okay, you win. Sorry.”

She actually turned the TV off, and Haley nodded and smiled... but it took him a few minutes to realise she wasn’t going to the desk at all. When he looked at her, she was laying on her back, her bare feet on the back of the couch, her fingers idly playing with a straw of hair, and she was looking at the ceiling.

This time he rose from the desk and walked to her. “Amber Michelle, can I know what in the world you think you are doing?”

“Oh! Uncle, I...” She looked at him rather guiltily. “I’m going, promise!”

He looked at the clock. Fifty whole minutes had passed! “Well, listen, I should’ve paid more attention, and...” He stopped mid-sentence and shook his head. “Heck, no, I shouldn’t have. You should have got to work after the agreed twenty minutes. Why is it you’re still here?”

Amber heard him upset, and saw his brow darkening, and felt a tense atmosphere in general... in other words, she knew she was in trouble. So she quickly got to her feet and sprinted for the desk, saying: “OkaysorryI’lldothatnowwwww!!”

His broad hand landed on the seat of her dress. That wasn’t the end though. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to him. Too startled to do anything, Amber gaped and gasped and muttered: “Waitttt!”

“A little too late, missy.”

Haley set his food on the tea table in front of the couch, and in one quick motion she upended the fit, but still lithe little girl across his upraised knee.

“Noooo lemme goooo! I dun wanna spankin’! I’s gonna do work!”

“Amber, when I say twenty minutes, it doesn’t mean fifty.” His hands quickly raised the hem of her dress, and down came the pink panties in a flash. “Do you understand?”

A flurry of smack! smack! smack! smack! smack! smack! cut her answer before it was spoken. Amber just yelped and squirmed for all she was worth, making it difficult for him to restrain her.

Haley wasn’t compromising, though, and he kept swatting the impudent little bottom in front of him with hearty whacks. His open palm reddened the skin everywhere within the already visible tan lines, and also visiting a few spanks to the start of thighs.

“Are you going to do things when you are told to, in the future?”

“Owwww!! Yesssss yessss I will oh please stop!”

He was far from over, though, and kept laying into her bum, now a glowing red. Her lean legs kicked so much that her panties flew across the room.

“Remember what I said this morning... either you do your work like a good girl... or you’ll be doing it on a sore, bare bottom.”

Those words punctuated the last dozen of well-aimed, harder smacks, after which Haley let Amber down. Completely ignoring her shame, Amber clutched her flaming cheeks in both hands the moment her feet touched the ground, and howled as she performed a full-fledged interpretation of the infamous Dance of the Well-Spanked Little Girl.

Haley let her calm down for a while, also because she was crying freely now, then put his hands on her shoulders and gently led her to the chair by the desk. He made sure her dress was tucked up well above her waist, then: “There. Sit. And work!”

Amber looked up at him pitifully with her tear stained face. “Oh please uncle Haley.”

“Sorry missy, you earned it,” he ordered her, pushing her gently, but firmly into the hard wooden chair. Haley was satisfied to hear her yelp and returned to his working place, glancing up at his niece every few minutes to make sure she was working. He smiled sympathetically at her as he saw her squirming as she marked on her paper.

“Uncle Haley,” she muttered with an exhausted sigh. “Who invented this torture?”

Haley chuckled a bit and put his laptop to the side. “I believe it was the French.”

“Stupid French,” she said angrily, trying to find a comfy spot to sit. “Where’d you learn it, you don’t talk to the French, do ya?”

“Ask your mum about it sometime,” Haley answered, reading over her shoulder at what she had got done. Just two paragraphs of a three page report, it wasn’t much but it was an improvement.

It took a moment for Amber to figure out what Haley was talking about, but she finally figured it out. “You mean Granddad-

“Bedtime!” Haley announced, not wanting to talk any about his childhood.

She looked as if she was going to continue, but she reached back to rub her bottom and thought better of it. She started towards her bedroom, pulling the hem of her dress down as she walked. “Tuck me in?”

Haley smiled at her, nodding his head. “I’ll be in there in few minutes.”

“Alright, love you.” She scampered in her room, closing the door behind her.

Haley shook his head. She was too cute, but too much into trouble for her own good. “Love you too, kid,” he mumbled under his breath.

A few minutes later he walked in as promised, to find Amber dressed in her light summer pj’s and laying on her tummy. He tucked her in as promised, and kissed her forehead goodnight.

“I’m sorry, uncle.”

“About what?”

“That you have to spank me... won’t happen ever again, I swear.”

Haley stopped the words ‘yeah right’ before he could speak them. He just smiled warmly, bid her goodnight and left the room.

– The End –

This story does not necessarily represent the authors’ point of view about anything. It is simply a work of fiction . The characters herein portrayed are invented and do not resemble reality to the best of the authors’ knowledge. This account is entirely fictitious . Any similarities to other persons, living or deceased, is purely coincidental.

This story is written for the sane amusement of adult readers. It does not intend harm and does not promote violence of any kind, including spanking. No offence is meant to any group, ethnicity or individuals.

The authors do not necessarily endorse the non-consensual disciplinary spanking of actual children and / or teenagers.

Copyright © 2004 Haley Brimley , Emmalynn . Contact for information and / or feedback.