Amber and Haley had spent the whole morning at the seaside and were having lunch at the beach bar, but Amber just couldn’t focus on her sandwich and French fries. She was constantly distracted by something, and her uncle couldn’t quite make out what it was.

It was a bright, sunny day in Southwold, UK.

Amber and Haley had spent the whole morning at the seaside and were having lunch at the beach bar, but Amber just couldn’t focus on her sandwich and French fries. She was constantly distracted by something, and her uncle couldn’t quite make out what it was.

“Hello? Earth to Amber Spencer, please respond!”

Amber jerked her head around quickly, batting her eyelashes sweetly at her uncle. “I’d like fries with that.” Her head twisted off in the same direction again, watching a random, shirtless boy playing Frisbee with his dog.

Haley raised an eyebrow. “You’ve got fries on your plate...” He tried to follow her gaze, and though he couldn’t, he did have an idea of what she was up to. “Which of these handsome Cornwall boys are you eyeing, niece?” he teased.

“That one,” she replied dreamily, raising a finger and pointing out of the beach. Her finger was so shaky there was know way Haley would ever be able to match a boy with the direction of the finger. “Isn’t he adorable?”

He still pretended he’d understood who it was though. “Um, yes... If you’re a girl of twelve, I suppose you could find him adorable,” he added with a smirk. “Well I’ll go tell him you checked him out,” he said, waiting on her reaction.

“Oh you can’t do that!” she exclaimed, grabbing her uncle’s arm to keep him from leaving. “That’d spoil everything!”

“Haha!” Haley laughed and gently slapped her hand away. “I was making fun of you. Of course I won’t. Why don’t you?” he asked, serious now.

“You’d let me walk over there?” Amber asked him in surprise, dipping a French fry in the ketchup before shoving it in her mouth and chewing loudly.

“Yes I would,” Haley said with a sigh, “but don’t get your hopes too high now. You’ll stay in sight, and we’re going back home at four, got it?”

“Okay, whatever,” she muttered, grabbing a fist full of the fries and eating them one by one as she made her way over to the boy and his dog.

“Did you mean ‘yes Uncle Haley’...?” he called after her, but then shook his head and smiled. Ah, kids. He paid the bill and slowly made his way back to the beach, making sure to never take his eyes off her for more than a few minutes.

A good while later, and despite not meaning to, Amber had moved further down the beach with the boy. Each time they threw the Frisbee the girl would only get farther and farther away from her uncle.

“Hey.... what time is it?” Amber finally decided to ask.

The boy, Cole, looked at his watch. “Four-thirty, why?”

“Shit!” Amber said angrily, and she took running off in the other direction.

“Hey! Will you be here tomorrow?” Cole called after her.

Amber turned back and thought for moment, her hair blowing in the light wind. “Yeah if my uncle lets me!” she replied and took off again.

On the other end of the beach, Haley had been worried for far longer than half an hour, though. Ever since three thirty he’d lost sight of Amber and had waited for her to reappear... unsuccessfully. He had spent the following hour touring the beach, and when he saw her darting along the shore, he made a beeline for her and grabbed her arm.

“Where in the blue hell have you been??” he said angrily, not caring to keep his voice low.

Amber was out of breath from running half way down the beach, and she grabbed onto her uncle for support. “We... we were playing and we... kept going farther down the beach, it was an accident,” Amber explained, trying to regain her breath.

“Oh really? And didn’t I say ‘stay in sight’? I bet you also lost track of time!” He soon realised he was yelling and many people were watching, so he calmed down and just hissed: “Get your stuff and get your little butt in the car.”

“Uncle Haley... I...” she looked at him sadly.

Truthfully she hadn’t meant to run off or lose track of time, she has just been a little bit careless. Her sad face calmed him down a little, but Haley was still livid. Most came from being scared to lose her. Why couldn’t she just listen to directions? He knew it had been an accident, and still...

Amber decided it best to listen to her uncle and she went over to the blanket where they kept their stuff and she got her things before heading to the car. The drive home was brief and silent, and when the car was parked, Haley got out and ushered his niece inside. He wasn’t angry anymore, just positively upset.

The little girl bowed her head as she rushed through the door, ready to get in her room and lock up for the night, if her uncle would let her. She knew in the back of her mind that Haley would want to talk about this, and mostly likely do more then talking. She went to her room, changing clothes quickly and sitting on her bed, waiting for her uncle to calm down.

It only took him a few minutes and a glass of iced water before he did. He stopped for a second in the garage to grab something, then made his way upstairs and knocked.

“Come in,” said Amber’s tiny voice from within.

In he went... carrying a ping pong paddle without the rubber protection on it. “Amber, we need to talk.”

Amber didn’t answer, her round, worried brown orbs were focused on the paddle in his hand. “No... no... you can’t... it was an accident... I didn’t do it on purpose, that would be different!” She backed away from him, trying to get on the farthest corner of the bed.

Haley was sad that she was so afraid of him, even though probably it was the paddle to have elicited such reaction. He wore his best poker face and sat on the bed, not trying to reach for her when she was clearly panicking.

“Listen to me and listen carefully, Amber Michelle. I know it was an accident. And I’m going to make sure it does not happen again. If you had done it on purpose, it would be my belt you’d be feeling and you know I mean that.”

She did, but that didn’t make it any better for her to hear. “Please, please uncle Haley!” she begged, going  back to where he was, on the bed, and joining her hands before her. “Don’t spank me, it was an accident, it won’t happen again!”

“Some accidents happen because we’re not careful enough to avoid them, Amber,” he explained quietly. “Had you minded more, you wouldn’t have lost track of where you were and what time it was, am I right?”

She hung her head, eyes downcast, and shrugged. “I guess... b-but...”

“I know you didn’t mean to, honey. Unfortunately,” he said as he reached over and raised the hem of her light sundress, “that doesn’t make it any different. Come on, panties down and over my lap. I promise it won’t take long.”

Amber sighed as her pretty chestnut eyes shone of the first tears welling up there. With stony hands she reached for the waistband of her tiny white panties and pulled them down to just below her bottom. Haley didn’t take her across his lap yet, though, so she got the message and with a bigger sigh of resignation she pushed the undergarment all the way down to her knees. Only then he patted his thighs, and over she went obediently – though she could have died!

Haley kept to his promise to make it quite fast, and as soon as she was positioned, he raised his hand and slapped her rear globes with the open palm.

“Ow ow ow ow ow!”

At first her yelps would follow the pattern of the smacks, but after a while, pain and embarrassment had the best of her and she dissolved into steady crying. Uncle Haley kept at it, his handprints crisscrossing on her petite bottom, and only after a minute did he stop.

Little Amber was crying softly to herself, her head in her hands on the bedspread. She squirmed from time to time to denote her suffering, and the un-tanned portion of her bummy was glowing of a faint red. Now sighing himself, Haley picked up the paddle and tapped the child’s twin spheres with it.

“Will you mind yourself better when you are left alone, Amber?” She nodded eagerly, without speaking. “Good girl. Okay, here it comes...”

Up went the paddle and it smacked back down with a rather loud cracking noise. This time Amber lost her composure: her head bobbed up and she arched her back in pain as she let out a long howl.

“Ahooowwww nooo Uncle!... that thing hurts!”

“I know sweetie. There, lay back down...” he gently pressed on her back and she complied, collapsing on the bedspread and pouring more tears.

Haley paddled her again, one cheek then the other, and also placing a few on her sit-spots. Those were the worst for her to bear, and while normally Amber would cry at the top of her lungs, with those well-aimed ones she literally saw stars and shrieked.

“Uncle! Uncle Haley please stop!! Enough! Enough!”

Amber blubbered these words in-between tears, now slowly turning to sobs, as she jerked and bucked her lithe athletic body over the man’s lap.

He restrained her quite easily, and after delivering the twentieth smack or so he thought she’d actually had enough. The paddle wasn’t severe but had left a definite red hue painted all over, and he could tell her cheeks would ache and throb for a few hours. So he stopped and set it aside.

“Okay honey, that was it.” He placed a hand on her back, now bared due to all the struggling, and rubbed in slow circles. “There, there, take your time.”

She nodded slowly, and hiccupped and coughed a little as she threw herself together. “I-I’m s-sorry... I won’t d-do itt againnn!”

“That’s good baby. I’m glad you won’t.” Haley continued to comfort her, until he sobbing subsided and she timidly reached her hand back to sooth her aching bottom.

“Amber, you do understand why I spanked you, right?” Haley lifted his niece up in front of him so her brown eyes could look into his.

The preteen nodded slowly, bowing her head sadly, tucking her hand in front of her nervously she shuffled from one foot to another. She knew the question he was going to ask her.

“Tell me why?”

The question awoke a new wave of tears from Amber. Answering questions like these made her feel like a child.

“I-I… I... should have know better than to keep moving down the beach,” she paused to sniffle. “And I should have just stayed close to you.”  

Haley nodded to her as she spoke and when she finished he pulled her close to his chest, stroking her hair. “Have you learned something?”

She mumbled a muffled yes as she wrapped her arms around his neck and cried the last of her tears. Haley was willing to hold her tightly until she was ready to get up.

“Haley?”

“Yes Amber,” He replied lifting her head say they could look at each other.

“Can we go out for Ice Cream?” She asked with a glimmer in her eyes.

Haley held back a chuckle, and nodded with a smile. The old Amber was back.

– 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.