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She could have thought of better things to do of a Saturday, but she was okay with visiting Uncle Duncan. After all, it had to be better than Daddy’s lectures, right?

Daddy said (over and over) that he was disappointed with her recent behaviour, and that she needed to go and stay with Uncle Duncan for the weekend. Whatever. She could wrap him around her little finger in no time, and then have the same fun on weekends as usual. Maybe she could get an even better set-up, actually. And since her uncle lived in another town, that was a whole new social scene to discover. New boys to meet. Yes, this could work very well….

She got the train, and walked over to Uncle Duncan’s house with her overnight bag. He was waiting for her in the living room.

She greeted him with cheerful casualness, but he didn’t reciprocate.

“I see you are in your uniform, as I requested.”

“Yeah, but Uncle Duncan, this sucks. It’s the weekend. I get to wear what I want on the weekends!”

“Not when you visit me. You, my girl, have not been living up to expectations. I’ve heard about your shameful behaviour from your father.”

“Yeah, Daddy’s been so cranky recently! But I know you’re not like that!”

“On the contrary, my girl, you shall find I’m even more like that. Your father has sent you to me because he finds he is to tender with you, his love for you gets in the way of the discipline you so obviously need. I will not have that problem.”

“Awww, com’on, Uncle! You don’t have to be like that! We could have some fun while I’m out here! Wouldn’t that be better?”

“You are not helping your case, young lady.”

This conversation went on like this for a while. She couldn’t quite believe that her uncle was being like this. This was so stupid. She told him so.

“I don’t like your attitude, miss. Get over the side of the sofa.” He got up to help her bend properly over the arm of the sofa.

“No! You can’t do that!” She fought against him.

“You’ll find I can.” He pushed her back down.

“But that’s not legal anymore! And I’ll tell Daddy!”

“Your father has asked me to discipline you as you so clearly deserve. I have his permission, indeed his implicit authorization, to do as I wish with you.” His large hands pushed her chest down into the cushions, and one hand grabbed her arm and pulled it up behind her back.

“Heyyyy! No! You’re a pervert! Get off me!”

“You are only making it all the more obvious, girl.” He flipped her grey skirt up, despite her protests. Instead of regulation knickers, he discovered a pair of shocking panties, skimpy cut, with a cut-out at the top of the back brazenly showing off where her bottom cheeks met.

“Well, my girl, that is certainly asking for my attentions!” He gave her some heavy-handed smacks on the poorly concealed area.

“It wasn’t for you to see! Let my skirt down now, and let me up!”

“I can see I’m going to have to teach you a lesson. Hold still.” His heavy hickory cane, deeply detested by more than one girl, was close to hand. He aimed at her squirming bottom, and the cane sliced against it. It would be her fault if she didn’t like how it landed.

“Yeeeow! Stop that! Let go!”

The can cut down again and again, and she screeched and writhed, showing her complete lack of discipline. Her foot came up to protect her bottom, since her arms were both trapped. He ordered her to move her foot, and when she didn’t, he let the cane come down, not too heavily, across it. It was heavily enough to impress her, as she nearly fell off the sofa. She screamed, but when he hauled her back up, and resumed caning her, her foot stayed down. After a few more strokes, he let her up.

“Now, put these on,” he instructed her, and handed her a pair of bottle green polyester knickers.
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I’m feeling a bit under the weather today, but it was worth it for the fever-inspired dream last night!

My Uncle was disciplining me, and he demanded I put on my old school uniform for it. I refused, saying it was embarrassing and I was too old to have to wear the ugly outfit. The knickers, I complained, were uncomfortable and ugly – as was the skirt, and the shirt was scratchy and the blazer shapeless and unflattering. I’m sure I had complaints about my socks, shoes, and tie, too!

For each piece of the uniform that I refused to put on, he strapped me until I complied. This process took a while, as I was very recalcitrant, and had to be strapped to tears each time.

Once I was finally dressed and resigned, I was surprised and dismayed to discover that the discipline was yet to come – now I was to be caned (with my blazer and skirt pulled up, and my knickers pulled down – but all still on!) and it was implied that after he’d finished caning me into a sobbing mess, he’d be roughly fucking my ass (to further demonstrate his authority, of course, and anyway, in my universe, that’s just what Uncles do!)

When I woke up I told my Master all about it. I hope we make that dream come true this weekend…!

Happy Mad For Plaid Day (otherwise known as the first day of autumn), everyone!

To celebrate, here I am wearing a kilt-skirt. Now mind you, Mija only specified the skirt … so I was literal!

Oh, this is too good! These spring break partiers are pulled over, and the girl who’s in trouble asks the cop if he can give her a spanking instead of a ticket. The cop demurs, but I bet there are plenty of you who would have taken her up on it!

Girl requests spanking instead of ticket

So … what implement would you use to punish her for her recklessness and serious lack of modesty?

Mija has come up with a great idea:

Tomorrow being the first day of Fall (in the Northern Hemisphere) is hereby declared “Mad For Plaid Day.” You can participate by spreading the word and, most importantly, wearing either a plaid skirt or kilt. Modest or slutty, uniform or vanilla, all plaids are welcome.

Read more about it here!

I know I’ll send her a picture tomorrow! And I’ll post it here, of course!

I don’t want summer to be over, but if this is the way we bring the autumn in, it will have to be a great one!