A Church-Going Girl

Author's note: the following story contains scenes of incest between an eighteen-year-old girl and her uncle. Enjoy!

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Anna really didn't want to go to church that morning.

She resisted being dragged from her warm bed by her nagging mother for a good forty-five minutes, until finally, the middle-aged woman threatened to call Anna's father and inform him of his daughter's stubbornness. Anna's father was away on a business trip, you see, but the thought of him returning home with a reason to discipline was enough to get Anna grumbling out of bed.

For someone who didn't want to go to church, Anna was certainly the picture of a church-going girl: porcelain skin, blonde curls, bright blue eyes, rosy cheeks, all wrapped up in a modest, yellow dress that fell past her knees and showed just a peek more of her ample cleavage than was probably appropriate for church service. As Anna bounded down the stairs with a mischievous smile on her face, Anna's mother eyed her daughter's outfit choice with disapproval but refrained from commenting. They were running late, and there wasn't time to for anything to be done about it.

A thirty-minute car ride later, and they'd arrived at the shining, white steeple that bred boredom and drowsiness to all who walked through its doors. Anna and her mother waded the stuffy, elderly crowd until they joined the rest of their extended family in a pew towards the back of the worship hall.

Anna took her seat in the pew with a heaving sigh and a grumpy scowl, earning herself multiple eyerolls from the rest of the family. They were all well familiar with the antics of the bratty eighteen-year-old girl.

Service began, and Anna made no attempt to stifle a yawn; a move her mother found an incredibly rude thing to do in the House of God. Anna was being kind of a brat, really -- squirming in her seat, tapping her fingers against her bible, humming loudly enough to rival the sound of the organ. She then began to fidget with various things in her purse, oblivious to the loud rummaging sounds she was producing as a result. Anna was beginning to draw attention to herself, and by association, her entire family.

Anna's mother shushed her repeatedly, but it was no use. Without her father's authoritative presence to back her up, Anna's mother had no real sway over the stubborn teenager. Anna would never pull this kind of thing if her father were around.

Anna's Uncle Marcus was also present in the pew. He was a gruff, mid-fifties man dressed in dark slacks and a button-down shirt, not a gray hair out of place. He was the older brother to Anna's father, and possibly even more authoritative, thanks to their strict upbringing courtesy of Anna's grandparents.

Uncle Marcus held his tongue throughout the first half of service but eventually reached his limit with Anna's disruptions. If her mother wasn't going to do anything about the little brat, then he would have to do it himself.

Uncle Marucs abruptly stood and motioned for Anna to join him in the hall. Anna's cousins looked on with barely concealed glee. Anna obliged, thinking that maybe Uncle Marcus was ditching church early and inviting her to join him; perhaps the two of them would head over to the restaurant early and get a table for brunch. Anna followed eagerly, not realizing she had grossly misread the situation.

As soon as they were out in the empty hall, Uncle Marcus gripped Anna firmly by the arm and veered her in the opposite direction of the exit.

"Ow! What are you doing?" Anna attempted to wriggle free of her uncle's powerful grip, but it was no use.

Uncle Marcus' face glowed red, the veins in his neck threatening to burst free of his taut skin. "The whole congregation could hear you fooling around in your seat, you stupid girl. You're embarrassing your mother."

Anna's lip jutted out, a preface to the tantrum she was prepared to throw. But somehow, she didn't think her usual antics would work on this man. "So?!"

Uncle Marcus's grip tightened on the girl as he dragged her along. "Do you think your father would allow you to get away with this kind of behavior? I certainly don't. And since he isn't around to teach you a lesson, I guess I'll have to be the one to do it."

Uncle Marcus' children were all grown adults now, each of them married in a different city with a life of their own. None of them were on great terms with their father, likely a direct result of his rather harsh parenting style, Anna presumed. But Marcus had no regrets -- he'd always let the hand of God guide him. And sometimes, children needed to be punished.

In the church, there's a small storage room that's known as the "cry room" -- a place where parents can take their crying babies should they need to excuse themselves during service. There's a small couch, a quilted rug, and a wicker basket filled with toys and picture books to keep small ones occupied. The lack of windows made the space seem small and cramped despite the baby blue walls intended to give the impression of brightness. It was to this very room that Uncle Marcus brought Anna. He closed the door behind them and finally released her arm.

Another important detail about this room: it's soundproof.

"I've had it with your attitude, young lady. You've been acting like a child." Uncle Marcus sat calmly on the couch and inhaled a deep breath like he was preparing himself for battle. "Bend over my lap."

"Um, definitely not." Anna turned towards the door, intent on waiting out the rest of service in her mother's minivan.

Uncle Marcus's words chased Anna across the small room. "Do it now, and I won't have to inform your father of your inexcusable behavior."

Anna's hand paused on the doorknob. She'd been disciplined by her father on countless occasions and was very familiar with the belt he liked to use to administer punishment. She was also familiar with being sent to her room without supper. At least here, Uncle Marcus would only be using his hands, and afterwards she would still get to go to brunch with the rest of the family. Given the two options presented to her, Anna thought perhaps Uncle Marcus' punishment might be the lesser of two evils.

"Bend over my lap," Uncle Marcus repeated, quieter this time. He didn't need to threaten her any further; she understood she had no choice but to stay.

Anna approached her uncle with a blush on her cheeks and a lump in her throat. She really didn't want to do this. What if someone walked in and saw? There wasn't a lock on the door.

But she climbed upon the couch nonetheless and awkwardly positioned herself over her uncle's lap. Uncle Marcus pressed a warm hand into his niece's back, holding her in place while she settled in. It was unfortunate that Anna had chosen to wear a dress that morning, a choice that allowed for easy access to her bubble-shaped backside, with nothing protecting her save for a pair of lacy white panties. Uncle Marcus mercifully left his niece's dress in place -- for now.

"I'm going to spank you now, Anna," Uncle Marcus announced, his voice somber. "You understand that you deserve this?"

Uncle Marcus waited while Anna contemplated not answering at all. But ultimately, she decided she might as well get this over with. "Yes, it's what I deserve."

"Good."

The first slap landed quick over Anna's backside, and though it wasn't painful, the sudden contact made Anna jolt on her uncle's lap. Uncle Marcus paused to allow Anna time to adjust, but by no means was it over. The next few slaps were much the same, light and deliberate, landing square over Anna's rear atop the too-thin fabric. She felt herself grow warm from embarrassment, praying it would all be over soon.

"How much longer?" asked Anna irritably.

"Until I sense a change in your attitude," answered Uncle Marcus gruffly. "And don't ask again," he added. The next slap landed harder, eliciting a gasp from Anna's lips.

"Ouch! That hurt!" she complained.

"It's supposed to hurt," said Uncle Marcus. "How else will you learn your lesson? In fact, I don't think it's hurting enough." Uncle Marcus yanked up Anna's dress, exposing her bare bottom and the lacy white panties she'd decided to wear that morning, a decision, in hindsight, was a poor one. The cool breeze of the air-conditioned room hit the backs of Anna's thighs, and she shivered.

Uncle Marcus rubbed circles over Anna's panties, his fingers just barely grazing her skin where the fabric curved in just a little too much. He gently squeezed Anna's left cheek, testing the landscape.

Anna swallowed nervously, bracing for the painful spanking that was surely to come. She glanced towards the door, wondering if someone would walk in and catch them in such a compromising position. She wasn't sure if she wanted that to happen or not.

Uncle Marcus sighed as he beheld his niece's undergarments, disappointment seeping out of him from the seams. "Church-going girls shouldn't be wearing this kind of underwear, Anna. This is something a whore would wear. You're not a whore, are you?" Uncle Marcus tugged at the lace, his touch sending a shiver up Anna's spine.

Anna remained silent; her breath lodged in her throat.

"I still don't think you're getting the message," commented Uncle Marcus, tugging at Anna's panties once again. Anna desperately hoped she was imagining the damp spot in the center of her crotch.

Uncle Marcus delivered a sharp spank to Anna's rear -- directly on the skin of her ass. A panicked yelp escaped Anna's lips. Another three spanks followed in quick procession. A warmth began to spread across Anna's backside, the scarlet shade no doubt reflected on her face. She was quickly realizing the effect the spanking was having on her, and she was nothing short of horrified.

"You shouldn't be wearing panties like these," repeated Uncle Marcus, before gently peeling them away. Anna could visualize the string of fluid trailing from her pussy lips.

Anna's arousal did not escape Uncle Marcus. A calloused thumb brushed at her opening, dabbing at the fluid that oozed there, causing Anna to squirm. "Are you a little whore, Anna?" It was a rhetorical question -- Uncle Marcus had long suspected his little niece was a whore, and he wasn't surprised to find her behaving as such.

Anna was mortified with herself. She wasn't sure how far Uncle Marcus would take things before he let her go. "I-I don't know."

"I can't believe that you're this aroused in the house of our Lord. I didn't realize my niece was such a heathen." But he continued to swirl his thumb through Anna's folds, lightly prodding her lower lips.

Anna jerked at the intimate touch, but Uncle Marcus held her firmly in place. "Uncle, I don't think you should be doing that--," Anna breathed, shivering under his touch and fighting down the arousal that was quickly rising.

He did not remove his hand from between her legs. In fact, his calloused thumb nudged at Anna's entrance a heartbeat before slipping inside. Anna gasped, trying to process the fact that Uncle Marcus had actually inserted a finger inside of her. She instinctually spread her thighs apart, willing the calloused digit to go deeper, absolutely horrified with herself. She clenched down upon the thumb while shame stained her cheeks.

"Why not?" asked Uncle Marcus, swirling his thumb inside of his niece's tight cunt. "Don't lie to me and say that you're not enjoying this. You're leaking fluids all over my church pants like a faucet."

Uncle Marcus's thumb ventured deeper, and Anna's desperate cunt clamped aggressively upon on it. "You should be ashamed of yourself, Anna. You shouldn't let your hormones dictate your body like this."

The thumb disappeared, and for a moment Anna felt empty and helpless.

Uncle Marcus delivered a final slap to Anna's bare ass before pushing her off of his lap and standing up.

"Bend over the arm of the couch," he instructed her.

Anna's eyes began to water. "Why?" she protested, thinking that he must be moving her into a new position for a second round of spanking. "I haven't done anything wrong!"

"That's up for debate. Do as I say, girl, or your punishment will last a lot longer."

Anna, still confused and now slightly wary, quickly positioned herself over the arm of the couch as her uncle had instructed. She thought if she did as he asked, it might lesson this little "punishment" he insisted on giving her.

Bent over the arm of the couch, Anna's eyes darted back and forth to the door of the cry room, fearful someone might walk in and witness her impending embarrassment. Anna had a sinking feeling that the majority of the congregation would probably look the other way.

Uncle Marcus pulled Anna's panties all the way off. He made a noise of disapproval as he beheld the sopping wet fabric, yet further proof that his little niece was a sinful whore, before tossing them aside.

"You have to learn how to control these urges," he said, and Anna was too distracted bracing for another spanking to notice that he'd unbuckled his belt. He stepped towards her, cock in hand, and lined up the tip with his niece's fluttering little hole. "Someday, you'll make a wife to a respectable man, and you'll have to put his needs above your own. Your needs don't matter, do you understand?"

Anna gasped as she realized what was about to happen. What's worse, her pussy clenched eagerly in anticipation of being filled. She would never live down this embarrassment - she didn't even find her uncle that attractive!

The tip of Uncle Marcus's cock slipped inside and lingered there, teasing Anna horribly. "You are not to come, Anna. This is still a punishment. I'm teaching you a lesson about willpower."

"Uhhhh," was all Anna managed as her uncle's cock slid all the way in, welcomed into her tight hole by her slippery arousal. Anna's mouth popped open as her uncle's girthy cock bottomed out. Anna was no virgin -- but her uncle's thick organ certainly put the skinny cocks of the other boys her age to shame. She'd never been stuffed like this before.

Big, strong hands gripped Anna's ass, and then Uncle Marcus began to fuck her. Seconds passed while they stood like that -- Anna bent over the arm of the couch; her uncle pressed against her from behind, teaching her a lesson she didn't quite understand.

"You are not to come, young lady," he grunted, while continuing to pump her young cunt with greater force. His withered balls slapped wetly against Anna's clit, unintentionally driving her towards the climax she wasn't allowed to have. "Women don't even need to come, you know; it only serves as a distraction. Clearly, God didn't think your orgasm was necessary for procreation. Therefore, you can survive without it."

But Anna was quickly unraveling at the seams. Her cunt clenched and spasmed, chasing an orgasm that was quickly becoming within reach. "I can't, Uncle Marcus! I want to come so bad!"

"Hold it, young lady!" ordered Uncle Marcus, a moment before he released his seed inside of her. It was a good thing Anna's mother had the sense to get her daughter on birth control pills. Hot liquid splattered deep inside of Anna, and the sensation was her undoing.

Anna's hips snapped as she came, convulsing all over her uncle's cock while he continued to thrust into her. A strangled cry escaped Anna's lips as she rode the waves of her orgasm.

"Did you just come, young lady?" A spank landed hard on Anna's ass, the strength of which stressed her uncle's disappointment and anger. "Don't lie to me!"

The evidence was gushing out of her well-stretched cunt. "Yes, Uncle Marcus. I'm sorry!!"

"I'm disappointed, but not surprised," he said, thrusting a box of tissues at her. "Clean yourself up, young lady. You're gushing like a tramp."

Anna did as she was told. The featherlight touch of the tissue over Anna's sensitive folds reminded her of the powerful orgasm that had just racked her body. It took half the box of tissues to mop up the wet mess between Anna's legs. "Are you going to tell my dad?"

"Oh, yes, I'll be having a word with you father. Someone's got to tell him what a wayward whore his daughter is. But don't worry, I've got some ideas on how we can correct your behavior. I'm sure he'll be on board for your training."

Anna's heart dropped into her stomach. But worse, Anna's clit twitched in anticipation of being "punished" by her uncle again. What on earth was wrong with her?

"Come now," he said. "Let's get back to the pew. I expect you'll be silent for the rest of service?"

Anna nodded profusely.