Consequences Ch. 02

The next morning when I came down for breakfast, part of my usual routine now, Uncle Max was in the kitchen but the woman was nowhere to be seen.

"Good morning, Jenny," he said, flipping pancakes. For the first time I noticed that Uncle Max had some pretty nice biceps. He was wearing a fitted black t-shirt and some worn out jeans and his blonde hair looked seriously tussled.

"Good morning Uncle Max," I said, trying not to blush as I sat down at the table. We ate breakfast in silence and I was just about to get up when he finally looked up across the table with those dark blue eyes, a hard expression on his face.

"Did you have a good night last night?" he asked.

Oh crap. He knew. He'd seen me move. Lie, lie, lie...

"Uh, I guess. I just did some homework and then went to bed." I could feel the heat rising in my face.

"Really?" he asked, getting that look on his face that I've learned to recognize from right before I get a lecture. Dammit. I don't have time for this, it was Saturday and I wanted to go meet my friend Dana at the mall. Lectures from Uncle Max could last for much longer than I wanted to sit here and listen. Resentment bubbled up inside of me. Fine, I'd tell the truth.

"I did see you come home with your date, yes," I said defiantly. And then I stood up, getting ready to go.

"Don't move," he said, in a low hard voice, and I froze. It was the same way he'd talked to the woman last night when he'd told her to put her hands above her head. There was power in that tone, way too much for me to resist. "Turn around and face me."

I did, shaking a little bit.

"You embarrassed me last night," he said, before taking a sip of coffee.

"Um. I'm sorry."

"Unfortunately that's not enough. I believe in strict discipline, as I think you're finding out."

"I'm nineteen, Uncle Max, I don't think I need discipline," I said, struggling to keep my tone civil.

"How long were you watching me and my date?"

I froze again, unable to answer because of the way he was looking at me, the lie caught in my throat.

"That's what I thought," he said. "Apparently you can't differentiate between what's private and what's not. As I said, you embarrassed me and you need to be disciplined so that you will learn not to do anything like that again."

"I won't," I said quickly. "You don't need to 'discipline' me."

"Unfortunately that's not up to you." The calm tone of voice he was using was really irking me. "Your grandmother left me in charge of you. I know she told you that you'd need to follow my rules. That includes my punishment. Now lift up your skirt."

"What?!" I was absolutely shocked. What the hell?! But before I could work my way from shock to anger he gave me another stern stare.

"I believe in the punishment fitting the crime. You stood and watched something that was private to me and you embarrassed me. Therefore I am now going to look at something private of yours that embarrasses you. I have a feeling this is going to be a very salutary lesson for you."

I just stood there, completely shocked, and he stared me down. There was no mercy in his eyes.

"Don't make me upset your grandmother by telling her that you aren't behaving."

Dammit, he couldn't be serious. There was no way my grandmother would back him in this insane punishment. Would she? Why the hell had she left him in charge of me after calling him her wild child for so many years and telling me that he was a bad seed? On the other hand, if he really did follow through on his threat to tell her, that might just kill her to hear it. Could I bear having my grandmother know that I'd spied on my Uncle as he fingered a woman to orgasm? Knowing the shame that it had aroused me, that I'd touched myself while I watched - that for one brief second I'd wished that I was in her shoes?

There was threat in his eyes, but challenge too, like he wanted me to prove to him that I was a real good girl, that I could follow orders as well as the woman last night.

My emotions were too complex for me to truly sort out, but in the end I found myself lifting my skirt. And wishing that I'd worn pants. I knew he wasn't getting anything great to look at, just sky blue cotton panties but he stared at them like he had x-ray vision or something. Blushing I started to lower them.

"Stop," he commanded, and I froze. "How long did you watch me last night Jenny?"

"Um, I don't know."

"Longer than I just spent looking at your panties?"

I blushed again, which was answer enough.

"Hold your skirt back up, all the way."

I looked away from him as I did so, unable to bear the intensity of his gaze as he looked at my panty-clad privates. And yet something about the whole situation, maybe the taboo of it, maybe my humiliation, maybe his control over me, was turning me on. I was horrified and worried that he might soon be able to see evidence of my arousal.

"How long do I have to do this?" I asked, unable to keep the discomfort out of my voice.

"I'll give you a choice," he said smoothly, almost like he'd been waiting for me to ask. "You can either stand there and let me look at those pretty blue panties for the next ten minutes or you can increase the embarrassment factor by pulling them down to mid thigh and standing there for two minutes."

What the hell kind of choice was that? There was no way my grandmother would be okay with this. Glaring at him I was about to put my panties back down when he got the most stormy look on his face. It fairly took my breath away and I froze, like prey when it catches glimpse of the deadliest predator in the forest, knowing that there's no escape and hoping against hope that they'll be overlooked.

"If you even think about putting your skirt down before I tell you that you can I will put you over my knee, pull down those panties myself and spank your bare ass."

My knees almost buckled. If that had been coming from the mouth of a guy I was dating I would have probably immediately tested the statement. Coming from my Uncle Max, whose dominant personality I had glimpsed last night and who already had me showing him my panties, I didn't dare. He would do it. I knew he would. And it was making my pussy cream.

I shifted my weight, trying to decide on the lesser evil. If I pulled down my panties and let him see my pussy then I'd have to stand here for a lot less time. And the more time I spent standing here, the more risk I took of having a visible wet spot on my panties. It was too embarrassing for him to know that he was turning me on - my own freaking uncle! Everything about this situation was just so wrong. I swore that I'd never spy on him again. No matter how interesting the situation was.

Grimacing I made my choice. I hooked my thumbs under my panties and slid them down to mid thigh, lifting my skirt up again as I closed my eyes, my humiliation complete. But it was better than letting him see a wet spot, right?

My Uncle didn't say a word. After a moment I peeked and was immediately disturbed by the look on his face as his eyes trailed over my dark blonde mound. He couldn't possibly see that I was wet, right? I shifted nervously more than once as I stood there, watching the clock as seconds ticked by.

After exactly two minutes, although I could swear he never took his gaze away from my pussy, Uncle Max said, "You may go now."

I fled.