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JOSIE [ part 6 ] When Josie saw my car, she was really amazed. I have a Jaguar. A little up-market for a security guard, you may say. But I had already resigned that job. It had achieved its purpose the moment I entered into my arrangement with Josie�s unscrupulous step-mother, Pam, that put the child into my power. I don�t need a job at all, just a child like eight-year-old Josie to mould to my liking. On the way I stopped at an ATM to draw some money. I thought it wiser not to leave a trail by paying for our meal with a credit card. Josie was very intrigued. �How can you get money out of the wall, Uncle Jim?� I was Uncle Jim all the time now, it seemed. Anyway, I stopped at another ATM and allowed her to draw some money. I think her respect for me was rising rapidly as she fingered the crisp new notes. �Shall we give these to my Mummy?� �Sure, why not.� I was sure that Pam would be delighted! She is truly money orientated. When we pulled up outside the posh restaurant I had promised her, Josie was totally overawed. �Oh Uncle Jim, I can�t go in there!� �Why not?� �Well � well I really like these jeans you bought for me, and the jersey too, but �� �But you think you should wear a dress?� �Oh yes please � my party dress.� �Right,� I said, �we�ll go back and change. I may as well smarten up a bit too.� So I put on a jacket and tie and Josie her best party dress. She was really excited and twirled around as I inspected her. �You put your panties on!� I said accusingly. �Well of course, for going out I have to.� �Oh no,� I said, �what day is it?� �Friday.� �And what is the rule for Fridays?� �No panties.� �Well then. Take them off and hop in the car.� �I won�t!� I reached for the hairbrush, which I kept conveniently handy. �I mean I will,� she said, dropping them. �There�s no need to get heavy, Uncle Jim. But I must change dresses. This one is very short.� �You must change it?� �Yes.� I took her over my knee, picked up the hairbrush and flipped up her dress to expose that inviting little bottom that always quivered in fearful anticipation when I did that. �You� slap �are� slap �not� slap �allowed� slap �to� slap �argue� slap �with� slap �me.� Slap, slap, slap. I set her on her feet. �What were you saying?� I asked. �Do you have a problem with the dress?� �Oh no, Uncle Jim, it�s fine.� She put her nose in the air and marched for the door. The evening was definitely looking up. In the short dress and with the cat collar I knew that she would be the centre of attraction. Oh yes, I gloated about my virtual ownership of pretty little Josie. She was very quiet on the drive to the restaurant. �I will not have you sulking,� I said. �Cheer up or get a double whipping when we get home.� �I think you mean that, Uncle Jim.� �I do, kid,� I said. �You better believe it!� So I entered the restaurant with a smiling young girl on my arm, and, sure enough, every head turned as we walked between the tables. We were seated at a table for two without any problems, and Josie seemed to be enjoying the meal. She chatted away, apparently untroubled by the rubbernecks around us. I showed her which knives and forks to use, and let her choose her own food. As usual, she had a sip or two of my wine, and we started a running commentary of the other diners and what animals they resembled. Then I sprung my trap. �I think I will spank you now,� I said casually. �Oh Uncle Jim! You can�t spank me here!� She was horrified. She looked round and flushed. �Oh no!� �I can. Over my knee. Now!� She looked round again wildly. �Must I really?� I nodded. �I won�t!� she shouted, jumping to her feet and about to make a dash for it. But I was ready for that and acted even quicker. I hauled her over my knee in a flash, and flipped up her skirt. There was a hush as other diners saw her naked bottom and flailing legs. �Excuse me,� I said, �but we can�t have cheeky children can we?� I held up her squirming bottom for everyone to see. �And look how cheeky this one is!� Someone started laughing, someone else clapping, and others joined in. Nobody tried to stop me as I gave Josie a really good sound spanking. People seldom try to interfere with me. I am very much the intimidating type, large and all that. I am surprised that Josie does not seem to be afraid of me despite the way I treat her. �There!� I said, as I put her on her feet, �go to the ladies room and dry your eyes � I�ve ordered ice-cream for you.� �I hope it�s a strawberry one to match my bottom,� she said out loud, for everyone to hear. It got a round of applause � and my admiration, as she marched away with flaming cheeks, head and tail. She came back calmer, head up in defiance, and everyone, I think, was amused to see her standing up to eat her ice-cream, which she thoroughly enjoyed. I even believe she was beginning to thrive on the attention she was receiving. I was sure of it when she called the waiter over. �Please fetch me another ice cream.� She turned to me. �I think I earned it, Uncle?� Uncle, not Uncle Jim. She had learned her lesson about not talking about me.. After that we both began to enjoy the rest of our evening out. I found a fair still in full swing under the starlight, and bought her endless tickets for rides of various kinds, and she didn�t give another thought to her lack of underwear, though I saw several people notice. One of them, a man almost as big as me, came up to me. �That your kid?� he asked, pointing at Josie, who was riding a horse on a roundabout. �Yes?� �I don�t think she is wearing anything under that little dress.� �Oh dear,� I said, �its quite possible, I�ve had to spank her for that before now.� �Well it doesn�t seem to have worked. Here she comes.� �Josie dear,� I said, as she stood panting before us, �lift up your dress.� She looked round in horror, but did so. She was learning fast. �There, you see,� said the man. �She needs a right good spanking, she does.� �Josie,� I said, �go over this man�s knee.� Another look of horror. �I don�t like him!� she shouted. �Don�t you dare be rude to my friends!� I said. He was taking his belt off. �Over his knee with you sharpish.� She obeyed, and at another look from me she drew back her dress in both hands to expose her defenceless bottom, as she had been taught. �Nice!� exclaimed the man. �I�ll warm her up a bit for you, then shall I?� As soon as she started to yell under the fierce blows from his belt, a crowd began to gather. I wondered what would happen if I passed a hat round. But soon they began to turn nasty and my friend looked to me. �It�s ok,� I said to the crowd. �My daughter was rude to my friend here.� �Yes,� piped up Josie between sobs, �but I won�t ever be rude to daddy�s friends again.� �Enough,� I said to the man. �And thanks for your help.� The man vanished into the crowd, followed by some catcalls and hissing. But Josie saved the situation for me by giving me a hug and a kiss. �Ok, kid,� I said. �We�re going home now.� �Why did you let that nasty man belt me?� �Why not?� I said. �Oh well �� �I decide who shall beat you,� I said. �OK?� �I suppose so.� We had arrived at the door to her house. �Well, I had a spanking and a belting, so must you really whip me tonight?� she asked. �We�ve had such a lovely time and my bottom is sore and you must be very tired and you have me for the rest of the weekend.� �OK kid,� I agreed, as I locked the street door behind us, �I�m glad you enjoyed the outing. Maybe I will take you to the beach tomorrow.� �Instead of whipping me?� �No, as well as.� �But the beach? You mean I shall see the sea? I never have.� �If you are good. Jeans would be appropriate for that.� �What�s appropriate?� �Means they�d be ok.� �Great! You can let somebody beat me in jeans if you want. It wouldn�t be half so bad.� �They might tell you to take them down,� I said. �Anyway, half an hour of telly and it�s off to bed.� �I�m not allowed to watch television after seven o�clock.� �You are if I am here,� I said, lighting the gas fire. �Go and get ready for bed and then come down.� Two minutes later she was back in distress. �I can�t find any nighties. Mummy must have put them both in the wash.� �Never mind.� I tossed her the jersey. �Take off the dress and put that on.� �Must I take off -� She saw me reach for the hairbrush. �Yes, ok, but what will I sleep in?� �Nothing,� I said. �I don�t mind. As a matter of fact,� I lied, �I forgot my pyjamas, so that will be two of us.� �Oh well,� she said, snuggling up to me on the settee in jersey top only, �I suppose that�s alright then.� |