Looking for Trouble (an Ageplay story)

Looking for Trouble (M/f, ageplay)

(Dedicate to all the uncles who take care of their little nieces.)

I couldn’t help myself. I don’t know why but every time I turned around, I was in trouble. I tried really hard; really I did. But no matter what, I was always getting put over someone’s knee.

My name is Cindy and I’m a little girl. Not all the time, but a lot of the time. I’m usually a little girl when I’m looking for someone to take care of me. Like at night, when I’m real tired. I feel younger and want to be put to bed.

On Monday night, when I was feeling all sleepy, I went looking for one of my uncles to tuck me in.

I found Uncle Davy. He’s real old, but real nice. I told him I was tired and he said he’d tuck me in. He even picked me up and carried me to my bedroom.

He’s so sweet. All I had to do was stand there while he undressed me.

“Arms up, Cindy,” he told me, and I raised my arms. He pulled my shirt off and put my pajama shirt on in one swoop.

Then he stood me up and unzipped my pants and pulled them down. He gave me a little shove toward the bed. Well, I immediately stood up on it and started jumping. Uncle Davy was surprised at me. After all, I still had my pants around my ankles. Ooops.

When he pointed that out to me, I kicked my feet and kinda flung them off. It wasn’t my fault that they hit Uncle Davy in the face.

Then what he did next surprised me. He caught my pants and rolled me over. I tried to keep bouncing, but his hand hitting my backside kinda got in the way of that.

{SWAT!}

“Hey!” I said, trying to move away from his hand, which was still swatting my backside. That wasn’t fair, I thought to myself. And Uncle Davy was telling me I needed that. I put my hand back to stop him, but he only pulled it away.

He swatted me again and said that was for putting my hand back. I “hmmphed”, which Uncle Davy does not like, so he smacked me for that, too. Did I mention that he was real strict?

“I not want a spanking!” I yelled.

“Then be good!” Uncle Davy said.

Uncle Davy did not stop after that, neither. In fact, he pulled down my panties, held me firmly and continued swatting me. “Ouch!” I yelled. Now that hurt.

When he asked if I was going to be a good girl, I yelled out, “I AM A GOOD GIRL!”

Uncle Davy sighed then. He stood up, picked me up, and carried me over to a chair. He sat down in it and draped me over his lap, where he then delivered a good thousand smacks.

{SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!}

I cried and kicked and whined that I was sorry.

Again Uncle asked, “You going to be a good girl and behave?”

This time I said, “Yessir, I promise.”

He smacked me a few more times and asked, “No more getting sassy?”

I shook my head no. He said, “Good” and let me up. I sobbed and bit my lip. “I’m sorry, Uncle, I’ll be g-g-good.”

“I know, that’s my girl, Cindy,” he said, holding me close.

I kneeled on his lap and hugged his neck. “Do you f-f-forgive me, Uncle?” I asked. I always had to ask.

“Of course I do, sweetheart. You know, if you hadn’t gotten sassy with me, I wouldn’t have had to punish you,” he told me.

I nodded as I played with the buttons on his shirt. Uncle Davy hugged me tight and told me he loved me. Then he resumed getting me ready for bed.

He held out my panties and told me to put them back on. I did so, very carefully, as my bottom was so sore. Then he held out my jammie bottoms and I stepped into them. He pulled them up carefully, too.

After using the potty, brushing my teeth, and washing my face, Uncle Davy tucked me into bed. He handed me my teddybear, which I squeezed tight to myself. Then he pulled the covers up, and I snuggled in.

I looked up at my uncle and very quietly said, “Uncle Davy? I’m sorry I was sassy to you.”

He smiled down at me and said, “It’s okay, pumpkin, it’s all over now. Good night, sleep tight.”

Uncle Davy reached down and kissed my forehead. He turned on the nightlight, turned out the light, went to the door, and slowly slipped out of my room.

“I love you, Uncle Davy,” I said quietly. “And thanks,” I said as an afterthought, even though I was talking to myself.

~~~

On Tuesday, my Uncle Alex was taking care of me. I hadn’t seen him for a long time. I hugged him real tight and said, “I missed you, Uncle.”

“I missed you too, sweetie. Get your jammies on and get ready for bed, okay?”

“No, don’t wanna!” I said.

“You don’t? Aren’t you getting tired?” he asked, looking at his watch.

I said, “Uh uh.” Actually, I was exhausted, but I was being stubborn.

Uncle Alex sat down in the rocking chair and pulled me into his lap. He cuddled me tight and rocked me. It felt so good. I felt so safe. My Uncle Alex is so sweet with me. He’s strict too.

I was rubbing my eyes, but trying to keep them open. It was hard cuz Uncle Alex was singing quietly to me. I tried not to yawn. “I not tired,” I insisted. Uncle Alex just nodded and continued rocking and singing.

“C’mon, honey, get your jammies on, and we can just sit for a while, okay?”

“Okay,” I said. “Will you help me?”

Uncle Alex smiled. I mean, I could have done it myself, cuz I’m a big girl, but I liked when he helped me.

I brought Uncle Alex my footie pajamas and showed him the dropseat. “That’s if I gotta go potty,” I explained to him.

“Among other things,” he said.

I shook my head. “Nuh uh, you can’t use it for spanking. It says so in the ‘structions,” I told him.

“Well, you’re being a good girl, aren’t you?”

“Uh huh,” I said. Then I got a peculiar look on my face. Uncle Alex looked at me concerned. “What’s wrong, honey?” he asked.

“I just membered somethin’,” I said.

“What’d you remember?”

“Oh, uh, nothing.”

I looked away but Uncle Alex turned my face towards him. “What’d you remember, Cynthia?”

Suddenly I just got real tired. “I’m ready for bed now, Uncle,” I said as I ran into the bathroom to wash up. Uncle Alex waited patiently for me to finish.

Then he said, “Okay, you have two choices, honey.”

“About what?” I asked, playing dumb.

“You can either tell me what you forgot, or we can have a “talk” about it, and then you can tell me.”

It wasn’t much of a choice. I sighed. “But you’re gonna be mad,” I said.

Uncle Alex picked me up and put me on his lap, just sitting, for now. “Baby, if I find out later, and I know you had a chance to tell me, don't you think that will upset me more?”

I nodded. Gee, when he put it like that. “Uh, yes, sir.”

Uncle Alex waited. I turned away and said into the wall, “I just remembered I didn’t do my book report that’s due tomorrow.”

“You didn’t?” he asked.

I shook my head no.

“Why not?”

“I forgot?” I asked.

“The truth, honey, please,” he said.

“I didn’t go to the library, Uncle,” I explained, as if that explained everything.

“Why not? Couldn’t you get a ride? Or you just didn’t feel like going?”

“I just didn’t do it. I’m sorry.”

“Well, baby, you know sorry isn’t good enough.”

I nodded. I knew.

“Well, Cynthia Kim, I think you need to go stand in the corner please.”

“But I not wanna!” I protested. There was nothing worse than standing in the corner. Well, except the spanking.

“Honey, you can go, or I can take you there.”

I shook my head and walked there myself. I did not want Uncle Alex to have to take me there himself. I looked back at him. I was sorry I disappointed him.

He came over to me and undid my dropseat. My mouth fell open. I started to cry.

“Honey, you know I have to punish you. I don’t want to. I never want to, but I have to.”

I nodded again. “I know,” I said sadly.

Uncle Alex looked down at me. “And I know this won’t happen again, right baby?”

Again I nodded. I wiped at my tears as I looked up into my uncle’s eyes. He was so sweet and so caring. How could I disappoint him yet again? He leaned down and hugged me. I held on tightly.

“Uncle Alex?”

“Yes, honey?”

“Will you still love me after you punish me?” I asked.

“I never stopped, sweetheart!” he told me. That alone made my whole day. I was loved. Even if I had to be punished, I was loved.

My uncle left the room for a few minutes, but when he came back, he was carrying a large wooden hairbrush. Somehow I knew it was not to brush my hair. When I saw the brush, I said, “Nooooo!”

“Come here, Cynthia Kim.”

I walked over slowly. “Please don’t use the brush, Uncle Alex. I won’t do it again.”

“I know, honey, you won’t. We’re going to make sure of that. Understood?”

I understood. Uncle Alex pulled me over his lap. He patted my bare bottom with the brush and held me tightly in place.

He raised the brush high and brought it down hard on my bottom. He also started to lecture me. “Young lady {SMACK!} I {SMACK!} do not {SMACK!} ever {SMACK!} want to {SMACK!} hear {SMACK!} about you {SMACK!} {SMACK!} not {SMACK!} doing {SMACK!} your {SMACK!} homework ever {SMACK!} ever {SMACK!} again. {SMACK!} Is {SMACK!} that {SMACK!} clear?”

“Owwwww, yessssss, sirrrrr,” I said. I was already crying.

{SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} “Because {SMACK!} if this happens again, I'll {SMACK!} be cutting {SMACK!} a switch. Is {SMACK!} that {SMACK!} understood, young {SMACK!} lady?”

A switch? Did he say a switch? Ouch. “Uh yesssssssir!”

Uncle Alex aimed right for the sit spot. He gave me five more spanks on it. {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} Then he dropped the brush and held me over his lap. I reached back and rubbed my bottom. Ouch, it was hot to the touch. I cried hard.

Uncle Alex rubbed my back and patted my bottom. “Okay, baby, shhhh, it’s all over.”

“Owww, that hurrrrrted, Uncle,” I said, sobbing.

“It was supposed to, honey. Will you remember your homework next time?”

“Yes, sir, I will. I promise.” I looked up into my uncle’s kind face. “I’m sorry.”

He pulled me up and rocked me, rubbing my back the whole time. “I know, baby.”

I cried over his shoulder for a long time. Then when I was calm, I looked up into my uncle’s face. He kissed me on the cheek. “Uncle? Would you really use a switch on me?” I asked seriously.

“Baby, I don’t expect that this will happen again,” he told me.

“It won’t. I promise,” I said. Then I yawned. I was really sleepy then. Uncle Alex picked me up and carried me to my bed and laid me down on my tummy. He hugged me tight and kissed my nose. I smiled. “I love you, Uncle, even though you spank hard.”

My uncle smiled then. “I love you, too, and that’s WHY I spanked you.”

I smiled back. Then I closed my eyes.

“Goodnight, Sleep tight, Cindykins.”

~~~

On Wednesday, I was in a silly mood. I sought out my Uncle Bill. He was young and hip, and pretty fair. “You’re a nice uncle, right? One that doesn’t spank if his little niece is naughty, right?”

He just looked at me and frowned. “I spank, and you know it,” he said bluntly.

“No, you don’t. You’re too nice,” I said, trying to butter him up.

It didn’t work. Not much got past my Uncle Bill. “Nice try, but you know good and well I spank,” he said.

“Hmmmph!” I said.

“Excuse me?” he asked. He just turned and looked at me. “What was that?”

“HMMMMMPPPHHHH!” I repeated, good and loud this time.

Uncle Bill wasted no time in flipping me right over his lap. “I thought so,” he said. Before I could even utter, “hey”, he started spanking me.

{SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!}

“Owww!” I said. I tried to wiggle and kick.

“You do not ‘hmmmmph’ me. Is that understood?”

“Yes, sir, I understand,” I cried. What was it with grownups and the word “hmmph”? I didn’t think it was that bad.

{SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!}

“Good,” he said. “Owwww,” I said.

Uncle Bill stood me up. “And next time I’ll spank you bare,” he told me.

I just mumbled “hmmmph” under my breath. Uncle Bill smacked me good and hard and stood me in the corner. “Now stay there until you can behave,” he said.

“I not wanna be in the corner!” I yelled.

“Too bad,” he said. Then he went back to his newspaper.

I cried and kicked the wall. I turned and looked at him and said with such venom, “MEANIE!”

Uncle Bill turned to look at me and said, “Well, if making you behave is mean, then yes, I’m a meanie.”

Oooh, I wanted to say “hmmph” so bad, but I didn’t. I stared at the corner. “How long I gotta stand here?” I asked.

”If you can stop acting like a spoiled brat, you can come out. If not, stay there.”

I smiled and said, “I can be good. Honest.” I ran out and jumped into his lap. “See? I can be good. I not a spoiled brat.”

I managed to sit still for a whole minute. Then I got antsy. I started to wiggle my toes. Then I looked up at Uncle Bill’s face. He looked amused.

“You can move, silly. Just behave.”

“I not know how,” I admitted. “Behaving is boring. In fact, it sucks!”

I waited for Uncle Bill to scold me about my language. I knew ‘sucks’ was not a nice word. But he didn’t say anything about it. I guess it slipped past him.

“I agree, but you have to do it.”

“Hmmmph!” I said. Oooops! Where’d that come from? It kinda just slipped out.

Uncle Bill wasted no time in standing up, turning me back over his knee, and baring my bottom. “I warned you!” he said.

“Hey! I sorrrry!” I shouted. But it did no good. Uncle Bill started spanking my bare tushie hard.

{SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!}

{SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!}

“Owwwwwwwwwwww! I’m sorrrrrry! I won’t do it again!” I shouted.

Uncle Bill stood me up and pulled my clothing back up. “You better not,” he scolded.

I sniffled and wiped at my tears. “I won’t. I sorry,” I cried.

Uncle Bill smiled and said, “I know.” He hugged me tight.

“Do you still love me?” I asked.

“Of course I do,” he answered.

“Sorry I was naughty, Uncle.”

“It’s okay.”

Later on, Uncle Bill tucked me into bed. He tucked me in with a kiss on the forehead. “Good night, munchkin,” he said.

I smiled and went to sleep.

~~~

On Thursday, I found Uncle Davy again. Actually he found me. He found me eating cookies and jumping on the couch, two things I am not supposed to do.

“Are you allowed to jump on the couch?”

“I forgot,” I said. “I’m only six.”

“You know that was naughty, Cynthia. Don’t you?”

“Oh, you wouldn’t spank me for a silly little thing like that, would you, Uncle?” I asked, showing him my puppy dog eyes.

“What do you think?” he asked me. I hated when they asked that.

“I think you should let it go this time,” I said.

“I don’t,” Uncle Davy said. “Come here, Cindy.”

Uncle Davy pulled me over his lap and said, “I'll let you off easy, Cindy. I won't spank your bare bottom.”

I kicked and cried, “I don’t wanna spanking.”

Uncle Davy held me in place. He raised his hand. That’s when I managed to wiggle off his lap and hide under the bed. Uncle Davy pulled me out from under the bed and said, “Do you want to get spanked bare bottom, Cynthia Kim?”

“No. I don’t want any spanking.”

It didn’t matter though. Uncle Davy pulled down my jeans and hauled me back over his lap. He began to whap my little bottom.

“Stop, I didn’t do nothing wrong!” I shouted.

“You were jumping on the couch. A definite no-no.”

{Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!}

“Owwwww, I’m sorrrrrry!” I yelled.

“Not as sorry as you're going to be!” Uncle Davy said. Why did they always say that?

{Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!}

“Owwww, Uncle!” I yelled. When he continued, I said, “Oh, come on, all I did was jump!”

“Yes, and run under the bed,” he reminded me.

{Whack!} {Whack!}

“Owwwww, that’s cuz you were gonna spank me!” I whined.

“Yes, and now I’m going to spank you harder!” Uncle Davy informed me.

{Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!}

“Owww, Uncle, you're hurting me!” I cried.

“Will you be good now, Cindy?” Uncle Davy asked, even as he continued to rain those spanks down on my bottom.

“Yessssssssssssssssss!” I screamed out.

“Good,” he said, as he patted my bottom.

Uncle Davy helped me stand up. I rubbed my bottom. “That hurt, Uncle,” I told him.

“You’re lucky you got to keep your panties up, young lady,” he said sternly.

“I don’t think it’s that lucky,” I said sourly.

Uncle Davy frowned. “Would you like to try it bare bottom, Cindy?”

I looked up at him to see if he was serious. He was not smiling. “Uh, no, sir,” I said.

“I didn’t think so,” Uncle Davy said. Then he smiled.

I reached up and hugged him tight. “I’m sorry, sir.”

“I know,” Uncle said, cuddling me. He rubbed my back and my bottom. “That better?”

I nodded. “Yes, sir.”

Uncle Davy stroked my hair. I turned and looked into his eyes.

“You forgive me?” I asked him.

“Yes, Cindy. You had your spanking and now you’re a good girl again.’

“Do you love me?” I asked, hesitantly. I always wondered after I’d been naughty if Uncle would stop loving me.

Uncle Davy looked down at me. “Of course, I love you,” he said, kissing the tip of my nose.

“I love you, too, Uncle,” I said. A short time later, I was tucked in to sleep for the night. I felt very loved, safe, and secure.

~~~

The next night, though, which was Friday, Uncle Davy found me again. And this time, he caught me in a lie.

I was visiting my friends, Melissa and Steve. I was showing them how high I could jump on the couch. Melissa asked me to stop, because she didn’t think it was safe.

When Uncle Davy came in, he asked me if I’d been jumping on the couch. I’m not sure how he knew I was, but I said, “No.” When I looked to Melissa to help me out, she kinda ratted on me. She hadn’t meant to, but it just came out. Uncle Davy was real disappointed in me.

He followed me up to my room and shut the door. I gulped as I looked at him. “I don’t wanna be in trouble, Uncle Davy,” I said.

Uncle Davy looked down at me. “You shouldn’t have fibbed, Cindy,” he told me.

I looked down at the floor. “I know, sir.” I was already feeling bad. This just made it worse.

I watched as Uncle Davy sat down on my bed. “Come here, Cindy,” he said, patting his lap.

I walked over to him very slowly. Then I climbed up into his lap and sat. I wanted to just sit there forever and ever. But there was no such luck.

Uncle turned me over his lap, spanking style. “Nooo, pleeeeease, Uncle, I don’t want another spanking!”

“You shouldn’t have jumped on the couch. Not even once, Cynthia,” he scolded me.

{SWAT!} went his hand.

“Owww, I know, sir.”

{SWAT!} {SWAT!} “I’m glad you do.”

I started to kick my feet. He had barely even started and it hurt already. I think Uncle Davy spanked the hardest of all my uncles. And I seemed to forget this fact every time I got into trouble.

{SWAT!} {SWAT!}

“Owwww, I’m sorrrrrry!” I cried.

“Okay,” Uncle said, turning me over so I was in a sitting position again. I was amazed. Was my spanking over already? I looked into Uncle Davy’s face.

I started to cry. “I’m sorry I fibbed to you, Uncle,” I said.

“Well, if you hadn’t, we’d be finished now.”

I gulped. “We’re not finished?” I asked, sniffling.

“No, Cindy, you just had your spanking for jumping. It wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“No, sir,” I said. I had a feeling it was about to get bad.

“But now I have to spank your poor little bottom for fibbing.”

I was sad. “Yes, sir.”

“Please go get the hairbrush, Cynthia Kim,” Uncle Davy requested. He almost never called me by my full name, so I knew he meant business. I got right up to get it and brought it back to him.

“You sure you need this, sir?”

“Yes, I’m sure, Cindy. And afterward you’re going right to bed, is that understood?”

“Yes, sir,” I said, obediently.

“Let’s get you ready then,” Uncle Davy said. He got me undressed and sent me to the bathroom to wash and brush up. He even smelled my breath afterward to make sure I had really brushed my teeth. I had a habit of just pretending. But tonight knowing I was already in big trouble, I made sure to do an extra good job.

Uncle Davy put on my pajama top. “Can I put the bottoms on too, sir?” I asked, hoping.

“No, Cindy,” he said. I knew it.

Bare-bottomed, I was told to climb over Uncle Davy’s lap. I cringed knowing what was coming. “Why are you getting this spanking, Cindy?” Uncle asked me.

“Cuz I fibbed to you, sir,” I responded.

“That’s right, Cindy.”

“I won’t do it again, please, sir?”

“Sorry, Cindy, but fibbing is very naughty, isn’t it?”

“Yessir.”

“You've got to be punished,” Uncle said, as he landed the first smack on my backside with just his hand. He sighed and then picked up the hairbrush. I didn’t know that uncles don’t like to have to punish their naughty nieces. Uncle Davy patted my bottom with the hairbrush and I cringed, knowing what was coming.

He brought that hairbrush down on my defenseless little bottom...HARD.