A Home at Last...a “Lexie” story (M/f)
Chapter three
(c) 2001 by Sampast
I ran into Uncle Sam’s room early Sunday morning. He was still asleep. I would fix that. I climbed up onto his big queen-sized bed and jumped up and down. I giggled as Uncle Sam moved to my bouncing.
“Uhhh?” he said, stirring.
I continued to bounce and laugh. “Good morning, Uncle Sam!” I shouted.
Uncle Sam sat up and looked at me bouncing. All of a sudden I thought maybe that was a no-no, and I stopped. I stared down at Uncle Sam and waited to see what he would do.
He surprised me as he grabbed my leg and pulled me down. “I gotcha, you little devil!” he said.
I squealed with delight as Uncle Sam turned me over and started tickling me. This was wonderful. I never thought having a family could be this fantastic. I was feeling more at home here every day.
I giggled and giggled as Uncle Sam kept up the tickling. Finally he stopped, pulled me close and kissed me all over. I felt so loved. Uncle Sam hugged me tight and whispered, “I love you, Lexie.”
I hugged him back and kissed him on his nose. It was funny because he always did that with me, usually at night when he tucked me in, or sometimes after a spanking. “I love you, too, Uncle Sam.”
“You ready to have some breakfast?” Uncle Sam asked.
“Uh huh,” I said. When Uncle looked at me, I said, “I mean, yes, sir.”
I watched as Uncle Sam got up and put on his robe and slippers. Then I followed him into the kitchen. “Waffles or eggs?” he asked.
“Pancakes,” I stated, smiling.
“Oh, a smart guy, huh?” he asked, also smiling.
When I nodded, he said, “Okay, okay, you win, pancakes it is.”
After I had eaten three big pancakes, and I was running my finger around in the syrup on my plate, I looked up at Uncle Sam. He was watching me. He shook his head and I stopped.
“Uncle Sam?”
“Yes, Lexie?”
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Of course, dear. You can talk to me about anything, you know that, right?”
“Yes, sir. Okay, well, I heard some stuff once and I didn’t know what it meant.”
“Tell me, sweetie.”
I took a deep breath. I must have known that what I was about to ask was wrong. “Uncle? What does ‘fuck’ mean?”
Uncle Sam dropped the plate he had been carrying to the sink. We both watched as it clattered to the floor. Thankfully it did not break.
“That is a bad, bad word, Lexie. Where did you hear it?” Uncle Sam demanded, staring at me as he picked up the plate.
“I-I-I heard it from this boy, Ben Pearce. He was my foster brother when I lived with the Pearce’s. I lived there before the Harrises. He used to say all kinds of things like that word. I used to just tell him to shut the hell up,” I explained.
“Lexie!” Uncle Sam warned.
“What?”
“Hell is a bad word, also. I don’t want to hear you saying those words. They’re called curses. If I hear you speak them again, I’ll wash your mouth out with soap, and spank you. Is that understood, young lady?”
“Yes, sir,” I said. “Am I in trouble now? I didn’t know, Uncle Sam, honest.”
“No, not this time. You didn’t know. But from now on, cursing will be a spankable offense, and course for a mouth soaping. Got it?”
“Yes, sir,” I said. “But Uncle Sam?”
“Yes, Lexie?”
“What does it mean? You know, that f word?” I asked, hesitantly.
Uncle Sam sighed as he sat down next to me at the table. “That word takes something that is very beautiful and it turns it into something ugly.”
“Oh,” I said. I didn’t really understand, but it seemed to make Uncle Sam sad to explain to me.
“Curses do the same thing,” he continued. “That’s why ladies do NOT use those words. GOT IT, young lady?”
“Yes, sir.”
A few days later, Uncle Sam caught me saying the “h” word again, and he put me over his knee and spanked me. “I’ll skip the soap this time, Lexie, but you’ve been warned, now. And I know you know this time that that was a bad word. Didn’t you?”
“Yes, sir, I’m sorry. I was just kinda trying it out.”
“Well, don’t try it out anymore. It’s not proper for a young lady to speak like that.”
I didn’t say that word again until the 4th of July. Independence Day fell on a Wednesday. Not that I usually saw Uncle Sam in the middle of the week, but I was hoping since it was a special holiday, that he would come to SCH. We always did a whole big thing. And this year, Mr. Trent had gotten fireworks and Alex was setting them up.
But Uncle Sam had to go away on business. I was so upset. He said he’d be home on Friday and he would come early to pick me up. It wasn’t the same, but what could I do about it?
Me and Jamie watched Alex set up the fireworks. He was checking and re-checking everything so that it was all okay. Mr. Trent said we had to stand back, though, or we might get hurt. Jamie and I were so excited. We had seen fireworks before, but always at a park or something, never right here in our own backyard. We wished Jessie was there, but she was spending the holiday with her new family.
“Hey, Alex, I’m getting sleepy, hurry the hell up,” I said, giggling.
“Lexie!”
I jumped. It was Mr. Trent. “Watch the language please,” he scolded.
“Uh, yes, sir,” I said.
Jamie watched as Alex finished setting up the fireworks. He smiled at her and said, “Wait til you see what one of them looks like.”
Jamie and I sat on our blanket next to the other kids. Mike was hanging around Alex, trying to help as usual. Andrea came and sat down next to me. She told me she missed me on weekends now that I was at Uncle Sam’s house. And Erin and Sharon sat next to Jamie. We were all ready.
“Okay, we’re all set, Mr. Trent,” Alex said. He started setting them off. We watched in awe at the beautiful colors lighting up the sky.
“Ooooooh!” “Ahhhhhhhhh!” “Pretttttttttty!” we yelled.
Alex smiled at Jamie and said, “Here, kiddo, this one’s for you!”
We watched as the sky lit up in red, white, and blue pigs. Jamie and I both giggled. Everyone knew that Jamie loved pigs. Alex winked at Jamie when the last pig went up.
She got up and ran over to Alex. “Thanks, Alex, that was great.”
He smiled and returned the hug. “Okay, okay, get away from here. I don’t want anyone getting hurt.”
“Hey, Alex? You got any bunnies?” I yelled.
“No, squirt, no bunnies. Just the pigs.”
“But I want bunnies!” I said loudly.
Alex set off the next one. It was pretty and all but it was not bunnies.
“Alex, I want bunnies!” I said, pouting.
“Sorry, Lex, I don’t have any bunnies.”
“Why the hell not?” I said, sourly. As soon as I said it, I covered my mouth and looked at Mr. Trent. Maybe he didn’t hear me. He gave me a look. He had heard me.
He came over to me and said, “Lexie, that is a bad word, and I told you before not to say it. This is your last warning, young lady.”
I sighed. Uncle Sam had told me that ‘hell’ was a bad word, but why’d everyone have to get so bent out of shape over it, anyway?
I whispered to Jamie. “I think ‘hell’ should be short for ‘hello’.”
She smiled and said, “Yeah. Hell, Lexie.”
“Hell, Jamie,” I said back, grinning.
We did that for a while, thinking we were both so smart. Next thing I knew though, I was being hauled up out of my spot on the blanket.
“That’s it, young lady, you just got yourself a time-out. You too, Jamie,” Mr. Trent said.
“But?”
“No buts, Lexie. I spoke to you three times about saying that word, but you did it anyway,” Mr. Trent said, leading me and Jamie inside.
“We was just being friendly, Mr. Trent,” Jamie tried.
Mr. Trent shook his head at Jamie.
I was so bummed. So was Jamie. We were going to miss the end of the fireworks. “Please, Mr. Trent, I’m sorry, I won’t say it again,” I tried pleading with him.
“Oh, I hope you won’t, Lexie. But as punishment, you will miss the rest of the fireworks. Now you go to that corner, and Jamie, you go to that one,” he said, pointing out two different corners. Then he sat at his desk.
Well, at least he would miss the end of the show as well. But it wasn’t much consolation. Jamie and I snuck a peek at each other and kind of bowed our heads. We both felt very sad.
Then I had a thought. ‘What would Uncle Sam do if he knew what I did? Would Mr. Trent tell on me?’ I wondered.
But by Friday, I had forgotten all about being put in the corner on Wednesday. I forgot about how I hadn’t listened to Mr. Trent. I even forgot about missing the end of the fireworks show. Although Sharon and Erin said we had missed the best part. The last firework spelled out ‘Happy 4th’ in red, white and blue. Oh well, there was always next year.
Uncle Sam came exactly at 4:00 on Friday. I was so happy to see him. He picked me up and hugged me close to him. “Hi, baby, how was your week?”
“It was great. But I missed you somethin’ awful.”
“Awww, I missed you, too, but I have a present for you, and I think you will like it very much,” he said, smiling.
“What? Where is it? I want it now!” I said, smiling.
But Uncle Sam shook his head. “No, Lexie, when we get to the house, I’ll give it to you. Go on, now, get your things, and say good-bye to your friends,” he said, giving my bottom a playful smack.
I turned to look up at him and he smiled at me. I went to get my bag, which I had left in the TV room. When I came back, he and Mr. Trent were talking quietly. All of a sudden I remembered what had happened on the Fourth of July and suddenly I didn’t feel so well. If Mr. Trent told on me, I would have a sore bottom and my mouth washed out with soap.
I hung back and said goodbye to the kids again. I waited until Uncle Sam stopped talking to Mr. Trent to come back into the room. Finally I saw the two men shake hands. Uncle Sam saw me and put out his hand. I ran over and took his hand. He led me out to the car.
The short car ride home was quiet. I was afraid to talk. I was afraid I might lie about what happened. Uncle Sam didn’t say much either. I bet he was awful mad at me.
When we got home, Uncle Sam got my bag out of the car. He reached for my hand again and led me straight to my room. “Baby, Uncle Sam’s real tired. Can you amuse yourself for an hour while I rest?”
“Uh, sure, Uncle Sam,” I said. Hmmm, maybe he was mad at me and needed some time to think about how he was gonna punish me. He once told me he never spanked when he was angry.
“Good girl,” he said. “You can even go play some computer games while I’m napping, okay?”
“Yes, sir,” I said, smiling. Gee, he didn’t sound like he was mad at me. I played solitaire and golf and a couple other games, but soon got bored. I went back to my room. After unpacking my bag, I laid on my bed thinking about my week.
I started feeling real guilty about what I had done. Uncle Sam probably wouldn’t even let me live there after he punished me. He was probably laying on his bed right now thinking about how he was gonna tell me. I started to cry thinking about never coming back here again.
I would miss the porch swing, and the little path out back, which led to the duck pond. Maybe I should go out now and say good-bye to the ducks. They would miss me not bringing them bread. I would miss my room with the stars on the ceiling and the peach walls and the soft carpeting.
I had made myself pretty hysterical by the time Uncle Sam came back to my room. He had changed into shorts and a t-shirt and his hair was damp. I could smell his aftershave. He came in and sat down on my bed. He reached over and pulled me into his lap.
“What’s wrong, Lexie?” he asked softly.
“You must hate me, Uncle Sam! I’m so sorry!” I cried against his chest.
“Hate you? I could never hate you, Lexie. Tell me why you’re crying. Are you hurt?” he asked, looking me over.
I shook my head no. “Mr. Trent told you what I did, didn’t he?” I asked through my tears. “He told you what I said, I know he did.”
I was too far gone to realize that Uncle Sam wasn’t even mad. I was feeling too guilty to realize that he had no idea what I was talking about.
Of course, Uncle Sam was very smart. “Why don’t you tell me about it?” he suggested.
I looked up at him and bit my lip and said very quietly, “I said that bad h-word, Uncle Sam.”
Uncle Sam had no idea what was wrong before, but when I confessed what I did, he started to frown. “You were talking potty mouth, Lexie?”
I nodded. “But...”
“But what? Didn’t I tell you that those words were curses and not to be said by a young lady?”
“Yes, sir, but, uh, me and Jamie were just saying that hell should be short for hello,” I tried.
Uncle Sam lifted my chin in his hand so that I was looking directly at him. “Oh, you were? Were you giggling?”
I started to get more nervous than before. I knew it had been wrong but to hear the disappointment in Uncle Sam’s voice was almost too much to bear. “Yes, sir.”
“So you knew you were talking naughty, didn’t you?”
I bit my lip again and nodded.
“You were doing it on purpose, Lexie, weren’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” I admitted.
“Even though I told you what would happen if you cursed?”
I nodded again.
“Tell me what happens to young ladies who say those words,” Uncle Sam said sternly.
“They getta spanking and their mouth washed out with soap, sir,” I said sadly.
“Yes, that’s right. And it’s going to be a rather hard spanking, young lady. I think I warned you what would happen the next time you directly disobeyed me, didn’t I?”
I started to cry even more, because I realized what Uncle Sam was talking about. He was going to take my panties down with my pants. He had never done it before, but had warned me many times. Now I had really done it, I thought.
“I’m sorry, Uncle Sam, please don’t!” I cried loudly. “Please don’t send me back,” I added. I said it really softly that you could barely hear me.
But Uncle Sam had heard. He had already started to stand, but stopped and stooped down. He leaned in real close to me and said, “Oh, Lexie, baby, I’m not sending you anywhere but over my lap and into the bathroom, for a punishment. Do you understand me?”
I nodded, but turned over and cried into my pillow.
“Alexis!”
I jumped. Nobody called me that. Ever! I turned back toward Uncle Sam and looked up at his face. I was scared, but he didn’t even look angry. “Y-y-yes, s-s-sir?” I stuttered.
Uncle Sam sat down again and pulled me close. “Lexie, I love you, baby, and just because I’m about to punish you does not mean that I do not want you here. I wouldn’t bother with you if I didn’t care. I want you to grow up knowing the difference between right and wrong. Now cursing is wrong. I told you a while back that young ladies do not speak that way. I also told you that if you did it, I would punish you. I told you I would spank you and wash your mouth out with soap, and that’s just what I’m planning to do. But I would never send you away. Not ever! I love you way too much for you to ever leave my house or my life. Do you understand that?”
I realized that tears were falling out of Uncle Sam’s eyes as he talked to me. His voice had gotten very soft, too. I reached up and wiped at the tears. “Don’t cry, Uncle Sam. I didn’t mean to be bad.”
He shook his head. “You’re not bad, baby. What you did was wrong and you are going to be punished for it, but then it will all be over and we’ll go on as we did before. But YOU are not bad. Do you understand that?”
“Okay,” I said. I didn’t really understand. “I’m ready for my punishment now, sir.”
“No, Lexie,” Uncle Sam said.
“No?” I was confused. One minute he said I was going to be punished and the next he said no.
“I want you to understand. What you said and did was wrong, bad, if you want to use your word. But YOU are not bad. You are a good girl, who I love and care about very much. And you are not going anywhere. I may have to punish you sometimes, but I will never send you away. I want you to know that.”
“N-n-never?” I asked. How could I trust this man? I was always sent away, or back, all the time. I was only six years old, but I had lived in so many places. I didn’t even try to make things work until I had come here. Could I believe what Uncle Sam was telling me?
“Never,” he said. Then he picked me up and held me tight to him and rubbed my back until I calmed down a bit. I hugged him hard and never wanted to let go.
After a while, he said, “You know we still have something to do?”
“Yes, sir,” I said, reluctantly. I didn’t want to move, didn’t want to ruin the moment.
Uncle Sam stood up and reached out his hand for me. I took it and he led me into the bathroom. He sat me down on the edge of the tub and reached for the bar of soap.
“Now you aren’t going to like this, not at all, Lexie. But that is the point. Every time you even think of saying a naughty potty word, I want you to think about how awful this taste is. Understand?”
“Yes, sir,” I said solemnly.
Uncle Sam wet the bar of soap and lathered it up between his hands. Then he put his hand into my mouth and wiped the soap inside of it. He put it on my tongue, inside my cheeks, and all around the back of my mouth. I started to gag on it.
“Potty mouths have to have the nasty talk washed out,” he told me. And then, “Okay, spit into the sink, Lexie.”
I went over to the sink and spit. Then I turned on the water and got my cup and rinsed my mouth out. “That was gross,” I announced, wiping my mouth.
“No!” he said. “I did not tell you to rinse. Come here, Lexie,” he said sternly.
I walked back over and Uncle Sam repeated the process of what he had done. “Now spit. And spit only,” he said.
I was crying hard at this point, and I knew my punishment was far from over. “I don’t like that, Uncle,” I said.
“You’re not supposed to, Lexie. Now come with me,” he said, holding out his hand again.
I took it as he led me back to my bedroom. He sat on the edge of my bed and stood me in front of him. I put my head into his lap and cried. “Please don’t spank me, Uncle, I’m sorry I cursed.”
I don’t know why I was trying to get out of the spanking. I had been feeling pretty guilty, and I wanted to feel good again. But the thought of Uncle taking down my pants AND my panties was too hard.
“I know you’re sorry, but I have to spank you, Lexie. You were naughty, weren’t you?”
“Yes, but I told you I was just playing, Uncle Sam,” I said, sobbing.
“You were playing a naughty game, weren’t you?”
“Yes, sir, but it was just a game,” I repeated.
“You made a game out of being naughty, Lexie, and now you’re going to be punished. Now stop trying to beg out; you’re getting a spanking and you’re getting it on your bare bottom. Is that understood?”
“Y-Yes, sir,” I said, sadly.
“I still love you, Lexie.”
“I know, Uncle Sam.”
“Now mind me,” he said. He reached down and pulled down my pants. “Step out of them, Lexie.” I did as he said. Then Uncle Sam reached down to pull down my panties. I started crying all over again, as he had me step out of them as well.
“I’m sorrrry, Uncle, pleeeeaseeeeee!” I begged.
“I am too, Lexie dear, but you have to be punished,” he said, as he bent me over his lap. He raised his hand high in the air and brought it down hard on my bottom. {Smack!}
Owwwwwww! That hurt much worse than a spanking over my jeans or on my panties. I couldn’t believe how much it hurt as he rained those spanks down again and again.
{Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!}
{Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!}
I cried and cried and tried to focus on why I was getting this spanking. I knew that ‘h’ word was bad but I said it anyway. But Uncle Sam still loved me and he wasn’t going to send me away. I kept saying that over and over in my head as Uncle Sam spanked my bottom.
{Smack!} {Smack!} “Lexie, {Smack!} {Smack!} you will not, {Smack!} {Smack!} say any, {Smack!} {Smack!} and I mean, ANY {Smack!} {Smack!} bad words. {Smack!} {Smack!} Is that {Smack!} {Smack!} understood?” {Smack!} {Smack!}
I was sobbing so hard at this point. “I won't anymore, I promise!” I cried.
But Uncle Sam wasn’t finished yet. He smacked my bottom right where I sit. I knew I’d be feeling this for a while. I guessed that was the point.
{Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!}
Uncle Sam stopped spanking, but patted my bottom. “All right, Lexie, your spanking’s finished,” he said, standing me up.
I collapsed into his lap then. He pulled me up so that I was kneeling on him. I put my head on his shoulder and just cried into it. Uncle Sam rubbed my back and my hot bottom.
I held onto him tight, sobbing still. “That was a very hard spanking, Uncle Sam,” I said quietly.
Uncle Sam nodded. “I said it was going to be, Lexie. But it’s all over now and I forgive you. My little girl is not going to swear, is she?”
I pulled away from his chest to look up into his face. Did he say ‘his’ little girl? I didn’t know how to respond. I was afraid of breaking the moment. He was staring at me, waiting for an answer. “No, s-s-sir, I won’t do it again. I won’t say those bad words anymore.”
“Good. Now go rinse and come right back here,” he said, pointing toward the door. I did as he said and came right back over to him. He had picked up my panties and pants when I was out of the room. He helped me put them on gently and then pulled me into his lap. I sniffled and wiped my nose with my hand.
“Lexie, we don’t use our hands. We use a tissue or a hanky.” He pulled his handkerchief out of his pocket then and put it to my eyes and wiped them. Then he put it over my nose and said, “Blow.”
I did. “Again,” he said. I let him blow my nose for me again.
“There, that’s better,” he said, wiping my nose and my eyes again. “Isn’t it?”
I nodded. I let him cuddle me a while longer. I was thinking about what he had said, how he had called me ‘his’ girl. Did I dare ask him? I was afraid. But I had to know.
“Uncle Sam?”
“Yes, Lexie?”
“Can I ask you something?”
He frowned as he looked down at me. “It’s not going to be a naughty word, is it, Alexis?”
“No,” I said, smiling, overlooking the fact that he was calling me by my full name again. “It’s a different question.”
“Well, then of course you can. I told you that you could talk to me about anything,” Uncle Sam stated.
“Um, well, uh,” I stuttered. “Uncle Sam? How come you said ‘my’ girl before?”
“Well, you’re MY girl, aren’t you?” he asked.
“Am I?”
“Yes, Lexie. You’re MY girl.”
“And you’re in charge of me?”
“Yes, I am.”
“And I have to listen to you?”
“Yes, Lexie, you do.”
I thought that over in my head for a minute and decided I liked that idea. “Good,” I said.
“So do you want your present now?” Uncle Sam asked me.
The present? Oh, I had forgotten all about it. “Yes, sir, can I?”
“Of course,” Uncle Sam said. “Wait here.”
I waited. He returned a minute later carrying a small bag. He handed it to me. I opened the bag and found a box that said ‘Chicago’ on it. I smiled, as that was the place Uncle Sam had gone to on his business trip. He probably had gotten me a pin or something.
I carefully opened the box. For some reason, I was really nervous. Once the box was open, I saw a small bottle of Elmer’s Glue inside. I looked up at Uncle Sam expectantly. “Glue? What for?” Uncle Sam knew I loved to do arts and crafts, but a bottle of glue? That was kind of strange.
I picked it up and held it in my hand. I turned it over and over. Uncle Sam clasped his hand over mine, the one that held the glue. “Lexie, I love you so much. You mean so much to me. I was pretty lonely before you came along. I told you my wife died a few years ago, and the boys got married and moved away. It’s been pretty quiet around here.”
I nodded. I wasn’t sure if I should say anything or not. “Guess it’s not too quiet anymore, huh?” I said, smiling.
Uncle Sam smiled back. “No, it’s not. But I like it. I wouldn’t want it any other way. I like having you here. I think you like being here too, don’t you?”
“Oh yes, Uncle Sam, I do. I love it here.”
I got scared for a brief moment that he was going to say something like well too bad, it’s all been a bad joke and you’re going back to SCH. But that isn’t what happened.
“Good, I’m glad,” he said.
“But Uncle Sam? I don’t understand. What’s the glue for?” I had a feeling it wasn’t just for my pictures.
Uncle Sam smiled again and stated, “I wanted you to know that you are MY girl and that you are ‘stuck’ with me.”
He waited until I understood his little joke. I wasn’t sure exactly what he meant, but I tried to figure it out. I think he meant he wanted me to stay.
“Are you happy?” he asked.
I nodded and started to cry. “What’s wrong?” Uncle Sam asked.
“I’m just so happy. I want us stuck forever and ever!” I said happily jumping up into his arms. He hugged me close. I couldn’t believe it.
A home at last!
The end.