My dear Rosemarie,
Friday was another unforgettable day. I’m sorry that for you it was also a painful one. You knew very well that I do not like to hear you swear. Why do you always push to the very limit? I know that you will never say the BLO**Y word again, at least in my hearing.
It had been so pleasant walking in the park, and how convenient that there was a bench close by.
I took your hand as I sat down and pulled you easily across my lap before you even had a chance to realise what was happening.
I placed my left hand on your back to hold you in place and make you sure you felt safe and secure. Then I gently lifted the hem of your skirt and slowly raised it up the back of your legs.
Rosemarie, when the elastic of your knicker-legs came into view I must admit I had thoughts that an uncle should not have about his young niece. Your pale blue, silky directoire knickers excited me even more, as first your knicker-legs, and then your lovely rounded bottom were all slowly exposed.
My heart thudded at the wonderful vision only inches from my eyes. To see the whole of the rear of your beautiful knickers was breathtaking. I knew that I had to spank your knickered bottom, but I wanted to do so many other things as well. Studying your silky-knickered bottom was so, so arousing. You were having such an effect on me that I could not resist starting to caress your bottom cheeks.
I also wanted to kiss your knickered bottom, Rosemarie.
I wanted to give your bottom so many warm, loving kisses, but then remembered exactly why you were laying across my knees with your knickers exposed to the sunshine.
As I caressed your knickered bottom I watched your blushing face. Your hands were trying to hide your dreadful humiliation, and I felt terrible that I was embarrassing you so very much, but the intense throbbing in my underpants drove me on to do my duty and punish you.
I heard the hushed female voices too late, and there beside us a dozen women had quietly appeared.
It became apparent by their clipboards that they were from the local branch of the Woman’s Institute, and were on their regular inspection of the park.
I removed my hand from your warm knickers; ‘what on earth would they think?’ But the amused and interested looks on their faces reassured me, and to my surprise, I began to spank you. I slapped first your right bottom cheek a few times, and for several seconds, your left cheek.
Rosemarie, I know you are too well brought up a girl to notice, but the sight and feel of your bottom, your precious, personal directoire knickers, and then the spanking, had aroused me so much.
Thank goodness you were unaware of what had happened to me.
After a few more slower, selective, spanks on your hot knickers, I smiled surprisingly confidently up at our now-silent audience.
Two ladies were staring open-mouthed; another couple, standing arm-in-arm, were blushing together as if they thought it might be their turn next! The rest were staring intently at the scene, anxious that they might not miss even the slightest detail.
Do you know what I thought, Rosemarie? I thought they were re-living the times when they had been your age, and having their exposed knickered bottoms smacked by an uncle who cared for their welfare as much as I care for yours. From the look in one or two of their eyes I believe they were hoping that I might gently take your knickers down and arrange them on your stocking-tops and give you a proper bare-bottom spanking. I thought about it Rosemarie, I really did, but I didn’t want to add to your humiliation.
The ladies seemed very reluctant to move on, so I continued to spank your lovely bottom, the stinging pain making it twist and turn delightfully. The little puckers and folds of your blue knickers were a joy for all of us to watch, Rosemarie, as they gently moved here and there over your well-presented bottom. I rested my hand lovingly on your hot bum-cheeks, and very slowly caressed your knickers all over.
Again I looked at the group of women, and an amazingly erotic atmosphere filled the air as they looked first at me, and then all eyes returned to your beautiful exposed knickers.
Then soon, as if respecting our privacy, one or two at a time the ladies moved quietly away, and I saw each of them look longingly back at your knickered bottom, which they knew by now must be extremely warm, as I started to spank you again.
How many times did I smack your bottom after they left?
I’m sorry, my love, but it was to teach you a lesson. I feel sometimes that I have been far too lenient with you in the past, Rosemarie. Things will have to change now. I must be much more severe with you.
The park was deserted again and you were gently crying. I hated hurting you and wanted to make you feel better.
It wasn’t difficult; I remembered exactly what I had done when we had returned to my house only a few days earlier.
The park was then quiet but for the birds. My hand was still caressing your knickered bottom, and strayed occasionally up to your waist-elastic, which I gently fondled awhile. Oh Rosemarie, how I wanted to take your knickers down and look at your red bum-cheeks.
My hand moved slowly down over your bottom to caress your warm silky knicker-legs, and I could feel the wonderful mysteries of your intimate stocking-tops and your several strong elastic suspenders through your knickers.
For a while I gently caressed your knickered thighs, and down to fondle your knicker-elastics, and then my hand slid slowly between your legs. Thank you, dear, for making it easier for me by slowly and seductively opening your legs. Soon my fingers reached your warm, silky knicker-gusset, and you gasped as I felt all over it, over your smooth mound, and then up between your trembling bum-cheeks.
Oh Rosemarie, it all felt so beautiful, warm and moist from your arousal.
Yes, dear, I knew that having your knickers exposed for a spanking was bound to arouse you, but hoped that the final stinging slaps on your bottom would be sufficient punishment for the time being.
I felt you push your lustful young cunt against my eager fingers and my own arousal thrust hard against your soft, knickered tummy. Oh Rosemarie, your dear cunt was so hot and wet that my fingers slipped easily inside you as far as your knickers would allow. I knew that it was as far as you needed when your dear, sweet cunt exploded against your knicker gusset. You bucked your stiff little clitty against my fingers for a while, and thank goodness I was holding you tight for you could easily have fallen.
After a few moments rest, I drew my fingers out of your hotness, and gently eased your knicker-gusset out, and back to its usual shapely position to soak up your wetness, but oh Rosemarie, what did you think when I tucked your knickers just a little deeper than usual in between your beautiful, hot, trembling bum-cheeks, too?
I think that you love your knickers very much, don’t you?
While you recovered, I caressed you from the back of your neck, down over the elastic waist of your knickers to the backs of your brown-stockinged legs. I gazed lovingly all over your heavenly knickers, their pale blue colour enhanced by the similar blue of the nearby hydrangeas. Finally my eyes settled on your beautiful long kite knicker-gusset, where it was tucked in between your relaxed bum-cheeks, and oh Rosemarie, did you feel my hardness thrusting up against your knickered tummy?
Next time, Rosemarie, what I would like to do is slowly ease my fingers under the elastic of one of your knicker legs. I want to feel your stocking-tops and all the wonderful mysteries of your eight suspenders; yes Rosemarie, I had felt your eight long suspenders through your knicker-legs! Then further up your smooth, warm thighs my hand will gently explore your quivering, sensitive flesh until I reach your dear, smooth, hot cunt. Yes, Rosemarie, I already know that you love to keep your beautiful, sweet cunt completely smooth and hairless for your own pleasures in your silky-smooth knicker-gusset, and it will be a joy to gently stroke it with my fingers.
You did not know that when you stayed at your Uncle Brian’s house last year, I watched you carefully choosing and putting on your clean knickers every afternoon before we went for our walk in the park.
You had your back to me, and from under the table, I watched you slowly taking down your naughty moist knickers, and you turned to lay them gently on the chair just inches from my face. Oh Rosemarie, while you were bent over putting your feet gently into your knicker-legs, I saw easily up your thin, white, pleated skirt, and had a wonderfully long view of your beautiful, smooth, hairless cunt. Several long moments went by before you slowly pulled your knickers up under your skirt to hide it. You took several more wonderful moments to arrange your knickers in place over your bottom and your smooth, sweet cunt, taking great care to caress out every wrinkle all over them. I could easily tell that you love your knickers very much. You do, don’t you Rosemarie?
Did you know that your Uncle Brian loves your knickers, too, my dear?
Do tell me if you know, and if you are good, I will take you shopping and buy you lots of knickers; yes, directoire knickers, my dear, which we both love very much.
Just before your skirt dropped to hide your dear cream knickers from my eyes, I noted that your long kite knicker-gusset had slipped perfectly in between your bum-cheeks, and the clear outline of your smooth, rounded, cunt-lips showed me how perfectly wonderful it must feel for you, too.
What do you think, Rosemarie?
Do write and tell your uncle Brian what you think.
Until next time,
Your loving Uncle Brian. XXX
Note: Readers of this letter will ‘feel’ how much of the detail is actually true, and if anything has been dramatised. Fact is often stranger than fiction. Names and locations have not been changed.
