Living In Servitude

[angelique127]

Brooklyn Montgomery, eighteen years of age, the only child of her very wealthy parents. Both of her parents died in a sudden traffic auto accident, leaving her alone but the sole benifactor of a large will in the sum of multi millions of dollars. The only drawback being the spoiled and pampered young lady can not access it until the age of twenty one. Worse yet Brooklyn must be under the guardianship of her father's sole surviving relative his sister and her husband. To make a long story short Brooklyn can not stand her aunt, Isabella, who she dislikes, considering her too strict or stern, old fashioned and prudish. However Brooklyn has no choice in the matter, if she wants her fortune and independance.

Soon after the funeral, which her aunt and uncle did not bother to attend, since they already aware of the will's stipulations, they were both awarded a certain generous amount for being guardiens and charges of their young niece and otherwise could dispense her allowence as they saw fit. In truth Brooklyn was at their mercy, at least until she turned twenty-one. The family estate was sold and the proceeds of the sale were put into her trust fund. Brooklyn was permitted to only bring two suitcases on the train to Savannah, Georgia. She felt as if her whole world had ended, being forced to live with her strict aunt and uncle for three years as if she was still a child. At least her uncle wasn't as bad as his wife. He was younger than his shrill mature wife and seemed nice the few times she met him. Brooklyn never could understand what a good looking man like him was doing with an older plain woman like her...

Once arriving in Savannah, her relatives couldn't even bother to pick her up and she was forced to take a taxi to her knew home for the next three years. Fortunately it was a big beautiful refurbished plantation house in an nice exclusive neighborhood. Giving the driver a modest tip she dragged her suitcases up to grand porch and paused at door. Taking a deep breath first she rang the doorbell...

{ this story is closed for the time being, unless any idea for a character except the uncle. PM only. May be in first or third person }

 

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Markham De Whitt had always been known in his wife Isabella’s family as That Man!. He was younger than his stern wife who was fifty when they married much against her family’s wishes. They consider him vulgar and coming from a lower class then the Montgomery’s. There were roamers that his people were actually Northern white trash but none dare repeat that scandalous allegation to his face for Markham De Whitt was also know for his violent temper. Yet none of that violence did he let show until he had been crossed, or disobeyed.

Markham was reading the morning copy of The Savannah Morning Journal when his wife Isabella informed his of her brother and his wife’s death and that they were appointed as guardians to James’s daughter Brooklyn. He had first met the when she was eleven and thought she was an attractive child, and then again when Brooklyn was sixteen and a budding young beauty. What she must be eighteen know. A slow smile bowed his lips at the thought of having a young beauty under his roof, and the lecherous possibilities that could entail.

He folded his paper and laid it aside as Isabella aquatinted him with the previsions of the will. It gave them complete control of Brooklyn inheritance. What she got for an allowance was up to them she would be in fact in servitude to them for the next three years. Three years with the little beauty under his roof, what a delightful thought. Isabella made it quite clear that she would set the rules for Brooklyn to follow and that any punishments would be his to administer.

It was a sunny morning when Brooklyn arrive at Live Oaks the family plantation. She arrived with just two suitcases which contained what had been her life. Markham was surprised that Isabella had not mentioned that Brooklyn was due today, she simply said “The girl needs to know her place.” There was malice to Isabella’s voice, a harshness that was remarkable even for her. Markham rose from his seat and embraced Brooklyn. “Welcome to Live Oaks I hope you will be happy here.” His embrace lingered as he enjoyed the feeling of Brooklyn’s gorgeous young body pressed to his. Slowly he stepped back; Isabella stood there a sour look on her face and Markham new it would not be long before she would think of some way of punishing Brooklyn for her youth and beauty.

 

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Brooklyn stepped back from her uncles welcoming embrace. Markam seemed more than happy to see her although she sensed her aunt's bitter resentment.

" Thank you sir, for having me in your home. " Brooklyn said her pretty eyes cast downward. Everyone knew there was really no other choice in the matter. Somehow the young lady must endure the next three years until she could gain her independence.

" Come with me and I shall show you your room. " Isabelle said, looking down her nose at her young pretty niece. Her expression held total distain for Brooklyn, making the young girl feel even more unwanted. If it wasn't for the terms of the will or the benefits it afforded Brook doubted that they would have anything to do with her. Nevertheless she meekly followed her severe auntie upstairs to her room.

It was very small and contained only a small bed and a dresser of drawers. Actually it looked like a domestic servants quarters. Compared to her luxurious bedroom back home it seemed like nothing more than a closet.

" You may unpack your things and then come downstairs for lunch. At that time I will explain your duties and what is expected of you during your stay here. Please do not keep us waiting for very long if you want to have lunch. " Isabelle said turning on her heel and leaving the room in haste.

Brooklyn looked around her new room.Opening the closet she noticed several maids uniforms hanging there. Just as she thought this room had belonged to a former domestic servant. Out of all the bedrooms in this grande house they had given her the servant's quarters. Brooklyn sat on the bed, refusing to cry. After a moment she gathered her resolve and went downstairs for lunch...

 

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Markham was not at all surprised when he saw Isabelle lead Brooklyn toward the servants’ staircase. He almost felt sorry for the young beauty, but compassion was not his strong suit. He knew well that Isabelle envied Brooklyn her youth, her beauty, and her lithe young body for they reminded Isabelle of her own faded beauty and was jealous of the young girl. Markham on the other hand was quite pleased with the stunning young beauty. She would need a friend and he intended to be that friend and much more as time went by.

Markham De Whitt sat at the table out on the veranda, he ran his fingers through his ginger hair. There was a touch of sliver at his temples yet no trace of that silver in his mustache. The five o’clock shadow gave him somewhat of a roughish look, not quite the picture of a southern planter, or gentleman. As Brooklyn enter he rose from his seat; “Brooklyn I trust your room meet with your approval and that you will enjoy your stay here at Live Oaks.Markham was baiting both the young beauty and his draconian wife. Would Brooklyn’s temper flare, would Isabelle demand that she be punish?

“Set down Brooklyn you must be famished after your long trip.” De Whitt continued as he waited to see how his little jab played out. It wasn’t if Isabelle would demand the girl be punished but when. DeWitt knew well that Isabelle would demand corporal punishment for her stunning young nice.

 

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Brooklyn sat down at the table, keeping her eyes lowered. Her uncle once again welcomed her to ' Live Oaks ' and hoped that she found her sparse room pleasing and to her satisfaction. Not wanting to displease her aunt, the young girl only nodded in agreement. However Brooklyn did sense that her dear uncle desired her presense here more than his older hag of a wife did. In spite of their wealth the lunch was rather sparse. Brook knew that they were provided a generous allotment to provide for her care. Not to mention that there were no servants about to serve them in such a big house...

She did not dare question it at the moment, preferring to nibble at unappealing food before her.

" Well young lady, now is a good time to explain the rules and what is expected of you in this household. As you can see we have had to let our maid go, she was stealing from us. Since you are living with us now I have decided to have you take over her duties and responsibilities until I can find a replacement. "

Brooklyn looked at her in astonishment, unable to hide feelings. Never in a thousand years would she ever imagine her life would be like this !

" Don't you dare look at me like that you ungrateful little brat ! If wasn't for your worthless father I wouldn't be burdened with your very exsistance. And that goes for your whore of a mother who thought her shit didn't stink. I warned him about marrying her but he didn't listen. She did nothing but disgrace our family name. "

Brooklyn burst out in tears unable to contain herself and rushed upstairs to her little room.

" Where do you think you are going, you little bitch. You are just like your whore of a mother. Get back here I am not finished speaking with you. " Isabelle shrieked...

 

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Markham found that Brooklyn’s modest black dress was quite sensual in a subdued manner. It accentuated the sensual curves of her torso, and clung to her breasts most enchantingly. The helm of the skirt was an inch or so above her knees and showed off her long sculptured legs to perfection. He was called from his revelry, and the thoughts of what he would like to do to this young beauty, by the authoritarian voice of his wife.

" Well young lady, now is a good time to explain the rules and what is expected of you in this household. As you can see we have had to let our maid go, she was stealing from us. Since you are living with us now I have decided to have you take over her duties and responsibilities until I can find a replacement. "

The shock on Broorklyn’s face was unmistakable, as was the flash of anger in her soft eyes. Isabelle saw that flash of defiance and anger; " Don't you dare look at me like that you ungrateful little brat ! If wasn't for your worthless father I wouldn't be burdened with your very existence. And that goes for your whore of a mother…………” Brooklyn broke down into tears and fled from the vulgar insults of her aunt. Isabelle was far from through with her young niece. " Where do you think you are going, you little bitch. You are just like your whore of a mother. Get back here I am not finished with you. "

Markham rose from the table and looked at his wife. I am not through with her yet Markham. Isabelle followed Brooklyn up to her small garret room. I said I am through with you yet! Isabelle eyes were cold unfeeling. Will dress as is appropriate of a maid you will find a uniform in the closet. Put it on now. Isabelle stood there with her arms folded over her chest apparently waiting to see the young girl change. When she hesitated Isabelle coldly said: “Change now or I will have your uncle help you change.” Isabelle angrily tapped her foot, turned her wrist over to look at her watch. You have five minutes Miss!”

 

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Brooklyn saw that there was really no other option to obey her aunt. Although she had been spoiled and pampered by her doting parents she had no reaon to rebel or defy them in any way. She had always been an obediant child, more or less submissive to her parents wishes.

" I don't think that will be neccessary Aunt Isabelle. I can change by myself without my uncles assistance. "

" Very well, please hurry, I have guests coming over for tea and need you to serve them. You will find your outfit in the closet. " Isabelle instructed before leaving the room.

Brooklyn sighed and entered the closet. All the uniforms were standard black and very short, consisting of a white petticoat to wear underneath. A pair of black seamed silk stockings were provided, as well as a frilly little garter belt to attach them with. Needless to say there were several pair of high heels in her size for her to slip into also.

Once dressed as Isabelle requested, Brook went downstairs, hoping to fullfill her stern aunts expectations.

" Oh my Markham, doesn't she look lovely ? " Isabelle asked, while seated in her silk uphostered chair.

Markham nodded his approval.

" Please turn around dear and let us see you from behind. " Isabelle demanded.

Blushing in embarrassment because her skirt was so short and almost exposed her derrire, Brooklyn did as she was told...

 

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Isabelle had the reputation as a hard woman and the Mistress of “Live Oak” what they did not know was that Isabelle was subservient to Markham DeWitt her husband, lord, and master. It was DeWitt who had selected the Maid Outfit for Brooklyn, she had been a budding beauty when she visited when she was sixteen and he was sure that she had blossomed in the two years sense. When Isabelle returned to the veranda she informed Markham that Brooklyn seemed to be very obedient. At that news a wicked smile bowed his lips. “Submissively obedient Isabelle?”

”Perhaps with a little training and encouragement Sir.” Isabelle looked towards her lord and Master hoping for some sign of affection or approval. Markham caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. “The guest for the tea you may tell them that they can touch our little beauty but that is all.” Miss Brooklyn Montgomery’s training in servitude would begin today.

Brooklyn returned to the veranda to show aunt Isabelle that she had indeed changed into the maid’s uniform as she had been commanded. Markham DeWitt could see just how uncomfortable Brooklyn was in it. " Oh my Markham, doesn't she look lovely ? " Isabelle cooed as she lounged in her silk upholstered chair. Like a queen on her throne she gestured for Brooklyn to turn around so they could inspect the young beauty from every angle.

Markham was very pleased with the little pirouette Brooklyn made as she obediently turn as her aunt demanded. DeWitt loved the way the short little skirt displayed Brooklyn’s long sculptured legs, and the way the high heels accentuated the turn of her calves. The low cut bodice exposed the firm roundness of the girl’s breast and displayed an ample amount of cleavage as well. He loved the way Brooklyn blushed crimson at displaying herself like this and yet she had done as she was told.

The afternoon tea saw four couples arrive at “Live Oaks”. The men were in their late fifties and the wives where in their early twenties. Isabelle had instructed Brooklyn when serving the ladies drinks she was to do so keeping her back straight and dipping for them to take their tea from the silver tray. When serving the men Brooklyn was to keep her legs very straight bend at the wait, look the man in the eye as she served him his drink.

This was be Brooklyn’s first little adventure at “Live Oaks” the first of many.

 

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Brooklyn felt as if she was put on display for her aunt and uncles guests. Her skirt was much too short and revealing and if she dared to bend over it exposed a glimpse of her panties for all to see. To make matters worse she was treated as a mere domestic servant instead of a relative. Brooklyn, once a spoiled daddies girl had a feeling that this was going to be the role she was forced to play going forward in the future. However, the last thing Brook wanted to do was risk angering her aunt and inflaming her famous temper. If that meant being totally submissive to her aunt and uncle's wishes and do her best to please them, then that was what she would do.

The pretty young blonde was serving a female guest and offered her a cup of tea from the tray when Brooklyn, not used to wearing such very high heels, tripped, causing her to spill some hot tea and creamer on the woman. She shrieked in horror and screamed at Brook, " Why you clumsy little dumb fool ! How could you ? Do you know how much this dress costs ? More than you make on your salary in a month or more. "

Embarrassed with herself Brooklyn apoligized profusely, " Oh my...I am so sorry ma'am. Please forgive me, I didn't do it on purpose. It was an accident. "

Apparently the old fart was not in a forgiving mood { if looks could kill } nor was her Aunt Isabelle. " Markham, I think you should dissapline our little maid. I think a spanking with a hairbrush would serve to teach her a lesson." she insisted.

" Oh no please...it won't happen again ! I promise. " Brooklyn pleaded dreading her punishment...

 

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Brook had never been so humiliated in her young life as when her aunt had forced her to wear the scandalous French Maid uniform. Uniform that was a joke it was more akin to sexual party costume. Brook knew that her aunt held all the cards Isabelle had control of Broolyn’s inheritance for the next three years and what if any money she would receive as an allowance. That left only one course of action open to the gorgeous young blonde, and that was if she wished avoid the risk of angering her aunt and inflaming her famous temper, meant she would have to be totally submissive to her aunt and uncle's wishes and do her best to please them. Despite her intentions to please her aunt disaster struck, Brooklyn, not used to wearing such very high heels, tripped, causing her to spill some hot tea and creamer on one of her aunt’s guest’s. The woman screamed and shouted at Brook; " Why you clumsy little dumb fool ! How could you ? Do you know how much this dress costs ? More than you make on your salary in a month or more. " All eyes turned towards the blushing young blonde and the outraged dowager.

Retribution came quickly as Isabelle demanded; " Markham, I think you should discipline our little maid. I think a spanking with a hairbrush would serve to teach her a lesson." Brook pleaded with her aunt promising it would not happen again. DeWitt looked forward to getting his hands on the gorgeous young teen. “Yes Isabelle.” Was all he said as he acknowledged her command. He then turned to Brook, “ Brooklyn come with me now.” Brook had become the unwanted center of attention and her only avenue of escape was to go with her uncle. Markham led the young girl to her small garret room and sat on the bed. “Brooklyn bring me your hairbrush and lay across my lap hands in the small of your back.” His voice was strong and deep, a voice that was felt as well as heard, a voice that somehow commanded and was use to being obeyed. Yet De Witt managed just touch sadness as if spanking Brook was not his idea.

Markham waited for Brook to do as she was told. He took the hairbrush from her. He loved the feel of her luscious young body as Brook reluctantly lay across his lap, he lifted her short little skirt up over her firm round little ass. Then he slipped his fingers into the waist band of her panties and pulled them down bearing her white little ass to him. “Isabelle requires ten of the best for your punishment Brooklyn” then as sudden as summer lightening the hairbrush came down on that perfect little ass CRACK “Good little girls say I am sorry Sir.” He paused then continued “You will count aloud each spank and say I am sorry Sir…….Shall we start.”

CRACK another blow feel and Brook's frim little ass jiggled so delightfully turning a lovely scarlet where the brush had caught her bear white little ass.

 

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Brooklyn did as she was told, despite being completely mortified, giving her handsome uncle the very tool for her punishment. The young lady could not believe this was actually happening to her, being treated in such a manner. Brook felt her panties being pulled down and her white round ass exposed to Markham. He instructed her to count and say she was sorry for each and every slap upon her fine derriere, and suddenly brought the brush down without warning...

" Oh no...please uncle...I'm so sorry...I didn't mean to ruin that ol' farts dress ! "

Markham smacked her again. " Ahem..."

Brooklyn gasped in pain from the second sting andrealized that she had forgot to count as instructed. " That was number two ...please sir, I'm so sorry ! I promise to be a good ! "

Her pleading didn't seem to matter. Markham gave her sweet little ass another slap, causing her to squirm in his lap. Doing as she was told Brooklyn counted and begged forgiveness.

She was not used to being manhandled by any male. Her own father had never spanked her. Uncle Mark was very strong and dominate, making her feel totally submissive and female...was Brook actually becoming aroused ? Whatever, by time her stern uncle was finished with her punishment Brooklyn would not be able to sit down for a week...

Finally her punishment was over. Her ass stung like hell and she whimpered with relief. Brooklyn did not dare move waiting for Uncle Markhams permission...

 

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Brook was sobbing as she begged and pleaded with her uncle Markham;” " Oh no...please uncle...I'm so sorry...I didn't mean to ruin that old' farts dress ! " The second blow turned that perfect white ass scarlet. “Amen “ was all he said in answer to Brook’s desperate plea for mercy. Brooked gasped and whimpered " That was number two ...please sir, I'm so sorry ! I promise to be a good ! "

Three, four, five, six times the hairbrush came down on that perfect little white that now glowed a seductive shade of crimson ass. Like a good little girl Brooklyn counted and begged forgiveness. Until at last her punishment was over as she counted “Ten Sir I’m so sorry! I promise to be good!” Markham smiled for he caught the first scent of Brook’s arousal. The sweet mucky fragrance unmistakable, he let the chastised little blonde slip from his lap to kneel at his feet. “You know I had to do it Brooklyn your aunt Isabelle demanded it.' As he spoke he let his fingers run through the young teenaged beauty’s golden hair, he let it drip from his fingers like molten gold.

"There is a salve in the medicine cabinet, get it Brooklyn, and I will apply it, to ease the pain." When the innocent young beauty returned with the salve Markham once again directed her to lay across his lap. He seductively applied the cooling salve to her burning ass, he massaged it in and his fingers dipped every now and then to tease those little pink folds of her pussy.

 

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Brooklyn was grateful when her uncle offered to apply the soothing salve upon her sore and stinging derriere. Once again she lay across his lap while he rubbed it into her tender reddened ass cheeks. The young neice couldn't really blame her uncle for administering her punishment, knowing that it was at her aunt's insistance.

" Thank you Uncle Markham, it feels so much better now. " she said, not really sure if she wanted him to stop what he was doing. His bold fingers were touching certain places where no one had ever dared touch before.

Whimpering with relief, Brooklyn spread her legs to give him better access to her most private places...he was making her feel so much better after such a severe spanking ! Brooklyn was feeling a tingle between her legs and was aware of her arousal at being so submissive to a male authority figure...

Just then the door burst open and Aunt Isabelle was standing there with her hands on her hips looking very displeased.

" Are we finished yet ? I need her downstairs immediately to serve dinner to our guests ! "

Startled, Brooklyn jumped up from Markham's lap, while pulling up her skimpy thong. " I'm so sorry Auntie, I have learned my lession and will be there as soon as I can ! "

The last thing Brooklyn wanted to do was go back downstairs and face her aunt's guests but she really had no choice in the matter...

 

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" Thank you, Uncle Markham, it feels so much better now. " Brook’s voice was a hushed little whisper her sweet angelic voice had a dreamy quality to it. Even as she spoke DeWitt continued to let his fingers stroke her soft pink pussy lips. Brook made no effort to stop him. Whimpering with relief, Brooklyn spread her legs to give him better access to her most private places. A s each moment passed the musky sent of the little blonde arousal grew stronger and stronger. Brook was on the verge of coming when he auntie Isabelle arrived.

" Are we finished yet ? I need her downstairs immediately to serve dinner to our guests! " Isabelle was standing in the door her arms folded across her chest and a scowl on her face. She did not say anything to Markham or the very compromising position he had the young teenage blonde in. Brook for her part blushed crimson, jumped up from Markham's lap, pulling up her skimpy lace thong. " I'm so sorry Auntie, I have learned my lesson and will be there as soon as I can! "


Markham was less then pleased, but that anger was centered on Isabelle. He said nothing until he heard the girl scurrying down the stairs. He turns on Isabelle and in a low gravel voice said, “You are never to interrupt me when I am seducing Brooklyn. For your impetuous you shall taste the whip tonight Miss.”


Isabelle returned to her guests after instructing Brook in her duties. As she was serving coronel Mathews, he ran his hand up the Brooks leg and gave her pert little ass a seductive squeeze. Markham said nothing but watched the girl’s reaction.

 

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Embarrassed at being discovered in such an compromising yet innocent postion Brooklyn mutters an apology and rushes downstairs to serve her aunties guests. Being careful not to make another mistake she serves the meal. How did it come to this, Brook thinks to herself, forced into servitude to her aunt and uncle, after growing up being spoiled and pampered by her dear late daddy. She felt Aunt Isabelle's resentment and jealousy towards her perhaps because she was so young and pretty compared to her. Her uncle, on the other hand, despite administering her punishment seemed far more sympathetic and understanding.

Brooklyn did her best to serve the guests and while bending over to pour a glass of wine for an elder gentleman he took the oppurtunity to squeeze her derriere. Brook could hardly blame him since the skirt she was wearing was very short and revealing whenever she bent over. Brooklyn glanced at her uncle but he seemed rather unconcerned. Not daring to protest she quickly moved on to serve the next guest.

" So Isabelle what ever happened to the last little pretty maid you had working here ? " one of the female guests inquired.

" Oh well I had to let her go...she didn't exactly work out, even though she gave the best foot massages ! " Isabelle responded.

Hearing this, Brooklyn could only hope that foot massages were not part of her duties...

" Would you like another glass of wine sir ? " Brooklyn politely asked her uncle.

Markham nodded. Brooklyn bent over exposing her ample cleaveage for his eyes only, to carefully pour him another glass.

" Ahem...would you like to serve dessert dear ? " Isabelle asked.

" Yes ma'am. " Brooklyn answered obediantly, going into the kitchen. Two banana creame pies were on the table waiting to be sliced and served. Unable to resist Brooklyn dipped her finger into the sweet whipped cream and tasted it.

Sensing a presence behind her Brooklyn turned to see Markham standing there...

" Oh, I'm so sorry sir ! I just couldn't resist ! " she said innocently upon being discovered...dipping her finger into the pie once again Brooklyn impulsively offered a taste to Markham, hoping he would lick it off of her finger.

 

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Brooklyn was on her best behavior as she served her auntie Isabelle’s guest dinner Her soft eyes widened when the coronel squeezed her pert little ass. Brook turned her soft startled eyes to her Uncle Markham who appeared not to take notice, apparently the guests were free to grope her. When she poured DeWitt his wine the little minx’s made to bent over exposing her ample cleavage for his eyes only, to carefully pour him another glass. An insistent cough brought Brook back to the moment and her auntie Isabelle ordered her "...would you like to serve dessert dear ? "

The young blonde beauty meekly answered Yes ma'am. it was apparent that she did not want another spanking so soon. Brook obediently went to the kitchen where once more her sweet innocence placed her in harms way. " Two banana cream pies were on the table waiting to be sliced and served. Unable to resist Brooklyn dipped her finger into the sweet whipped cream and tasted it.

Markham De Witt had followed the adorable little blonde into the kitchen. Sensing a presence behind her Brooklyn turned to see Markham standing there.

" Oh, I'm so sorry sir ! I just couldn't resist ! " Brook blushed crimson and yet there was a little coquettish smile bowing her moist ripe lips as she dipped her finger into the pie once again and impulsively offered a taste to Markham.

Markham’s lips parted and closed over Brooks finger as he sensually suckled the cream from it, His arm snaked around Brooks waist and drew her gorgeous young body to him. That was quite a view you gave me when you poured my wine Miss”. As he spoke he eased her the top of her maid’s uniform from her shoulders exposing her firm young breasts. Markham then eased her left breast from her bra, bent his head, and let the tip of his tongue circle Brook’s dusky pink areola until it was a puffy little pillow crowned by a diamond har pale pink rosebud nipple. “Umm very tasty Brooklyn!” his other hand slid inside of her thong and his finger slid the length of her sweet little pussy. “Have you ever been with a boy Brooklyn?”

Isabelle came to the Kitchen door but seeing Brook and DeWitt she wisely withdrew not wanting to enrage her husband as he was seducing the young beauty.

 

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" Have you ever been with a boy Brooklyn ? " her uncle asked as his finger explored her wet pussy. For some reason the combination of the spanking and her submission had aroused her...

" Yes...I mean no sir...I only let him kiss me. " Brooklyn confessed. In truth had let a young man feel her up and touch her there once at a high school dance while out in his car. Although not being any fault of her own, since she was very pretty and popular, it was difficult for her since her strict parents forbid her to date anyone. Brooklyn on the other hand desperately wanted to know what it was like being ravished by a male...

Brooklyn knew that she should resist her handsome uncles advances { God forbid if Aunt Isabelle walked in and saw them together again } but she also found him charming if not an ally and a protector from her aunt. Brooklyn might need him in the near future...

" Oh please Uncle...what if your wife walks in and catches us ? " Brooklyn gasped, leaning back on the counter and spreading her legs further apart to give him easier access to her hot pussy. The thought of that they might get caught was even more thrilling...

Brooklyn let her uncle use her as he pleased. She couldn't help it but cream her panties and all over his middle finger. ! Markham was an expert lover and knew just how to please a female...

 

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Markham Dewitt was no stranger to the charms of a woman’s body. He easily had Brook panting and spreading her legs wider for him as his finger slid the length of her naked hot little pussy. " Oh please Uncle...what if your wife walks in and catches us ? " He smiled as his finger dipped into Brook’s hot wet pussy. He rolled her hooded clit under the pad of his finger. He was still suckling the girl’s naked left breast his tongue flicking at her taunt little nipple. “Would you care Brooklyn; would you want me to stop?” Markham slowly began finger fucking the innocent young teen beauty. He let her nipple slip from his mouth with an obscene little “Pop” then eased the girl’s right breast from the cup of her bra.

“Shall I take you upstairs Brooklyn and get you out of that maid’s uniform?” De Witt did not wait for Brooklyn to answer but swept off her feet as if she were light as a feather. He carried her upstairs, not to her room but to the master bedroom. He set Brook down on her feet, she was stocking footed as she had lost her heels when he carried her upstairs. “What do your friends call you Brooklyn?” Markham DeWitt sat on the edge of the bed the girl facing him. “Remove your dress my dear I want to look at you!” DeWitt’s voice was deep dark and rich a voice that was felt as much as heard. Their was a strength in it, a voice use to giving commands and having them obeyed.

He waited for the adorable little blonde to do as she was commanded. Markham was eager to see Brook naked as the day she was born. He also wanted to see just how submissive Brook was.

 

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Aunt Isabelle was fuming, the little blonde tart was embarrassing her in front of her guests and keeping everyone waiting for dessert to be served. Her husband as well was to blame...the man was a total cad and couldn't wait until their important guests had departed before seducing her little virgin niece. They both were going to pay for later later, she promised...Isabelle, filled with anger, got up and went into the empty kitchen to prepare the dessert on plates and served it herself.

Brookyn was agast when Uncle Markham told her to remove her dress for him. She had little or no experience with males and still a virgin. The young female was also frightened of her stern aunt and what she could do if she caught them. Still Brook did not want to disobey her uncle...

Oh my, she thought, what have I got myself into ?

" Please Uncle Markham, don't make me do this...I'm afraid of my aunt's temper, not to mention you are a married man and it would be sinful to remove my clothes in front of you ! " Brooklyn made excuses and attempted to reason with him. Nevertheless she had permitted him to down her down there in her most secret and private place after her punishment and in the kitchen and had to admit it had been rather arousing...

 

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Markham DeWitt knew that Isabelle would be furious at having to serve her own guests and would find someway to take it out on Brook. Well that would be between them. He was the true Master here and if Isabelle needed reminding of that fact so be it. He did not mind her using her young nice sexually, but he had his own plans for Brook and would not tolerate any interference with them.

Brook looked so young and adorable stripped to the waist. He loved how her little pale pink rosebud nipples had hardened into hard little peaks capping her dusky pink areolas. He loved the look of wide-eyed innocence when he told Brook to remove her maid’s uniform. " Please Uncle Markham, don't make me do this...I'm afraid of my aunt's temper, not to mention you are a married man and it would be sinful to remove my clothes in front of you ! "

Brook was breathless her heart was beating rapidly; the sweet musky scent of her arousal was unmistakable even as she helmed and hawed as DeWitt sat on the edge of the bed his eyes boldly taking in every sensual curve of Brook’s gorgeous young body. “Brooklyn I told you to remove your clothes do it NOW!” His voice was strong and steady there was a note of command in it, not harsh but insistent. It was a voice that was used to command and obedience. His eyes held Brooks gaze, he had demanded two things of her, to strip and to tell him what her friends called her. His eyes, his manner, and his voice were mesmerizing, compelling obedience.

 

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" Brooklyn I told you to remove your clothes , do it NOW ! "

Brooklyn had a feeling that it was in her best interest to obey her uncle. He was obviously in charge and the dominant male in the home. Apparently even her stern aunt dared not challenge his authority. Uncle Markham had laid down the law and Brooklyn was in no position to defy him.

Submissively Brooke let her traditional maids uniform slip from her shoulders and fall to the floor, only to stand naked except for her frilly garter belt, sheer panties and stockings and heels. Feeling shy and somewhat embarrassed Brooklyn covered her full well developed breasts with hands, although she was not in the least ashamed of her perfectly shaped body...

" My friends usually referred to me as Brooke, sir but my parents would always call me Brooklyn when I was naughty or a bad girl ! " she confessed, answering her uncles question. Brooklyn was afraid that she might be spanked or disciplined again for not being obediant enough and waited for further instuction...

 

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Markham De Witt passively watched as Brooke submissively let her traditional maids uniform slip from her shoulders and fall to the floor. The stunning blue-eyed beauty stood before him naked, except for her frilly garter belt, sheer panties and stockings and heels. DeWitt gave Brooklyn a very stern look as the girl’s hands instinctively when to cover her firm young breasts from his sight. “I said remove your clothes young lady, not some of them but all of them.” His voice was stern but not angry, well not angry yet.

" My friends usually referred to me as Brooke, sir but my parents would always call me Brooklyn when I was naughty or a bad girl ! " It was obvious that Brooke was stalling for time. “ Well Brooke good little girls obey their guardians and do as they were told………” He paused a moment as he drank in Brooke’s near naked perfection. Damn he wanted her now. “…………….Bad little girls get disciplined Brooke. So, which are you a good little girl of a bad little girl? Come tell your uncle Markham.”

De Witt could not wait to get his hands on Brooke or his cock in her tight little pussy. The only question was whether this gorgeous young blonde would get a spanking first. The idea of having Brooke across his knee again her naked sensually well-rounded little ass there to be spanked, and her soft pussy there to once again finger and aroused held certain charms for DeWitt.

He could smell the seductive musky fragrance of Brooke’s arousal, and could see the wet spot in the crotch of her lacey panties. Markham knew that Brooke feared her aunt Isabelle, but she was here, and DeWitt knew that Isabelle would be busy with her guests and keeping up the appearance of the gracious hostess. He would have hours alone with the Gorgeous young teenaged blonde.

 

[angelique127]

" Bad girls get disciplined Brooke. So which are you, A good little girl or a bad little girl ? Come tell your uncle Markham. "

Brooke hesitated, not knowing how to answer. Her uncle Markham had already put her over and spanked her lilly white ass, at the instance of her aunt, and although it hurt a little she had to confess that she found it rather exciting and arousing to be dominated and disciplined by him...

" I'm so sorry sir...I try to be a good girl but sometimes I can't help but being very naughty ! " Brooke confessed, and at the same time bent over slightly and removed her damp panties from her slim hips. Next the young neice placed her shapely leg on top of the bed and slowly rolled her silk stocking off, first one and then the other...reaching behind her Brooke unhooked her garter belt and tossed it aside, standing totally naked in front of her uncle, as he demanded.

Brooke waited submissively for further intructions...

 

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Brooke stood there before Markham DeWitt as she hesitated in answering his question. What an innocent little blue-eyed beauty she was with her tawny blonde hair with reddish highlights. She looked so adorable stripped to the waist and her little skirt clinging to her hips.

" I'm so sorry sir...I try to be a good girl but sometimes I can't help but being very naughty ! " Brooke made her innocent yet coquettish answer and at the same time bent over slightly and removed her damp panties from her slim hips. So, she was aroused, Markham smiled to himself. He watched Brooke’s little striptease. The way she placed her shapely leg on top of the bed and slowly rolled her silk stocking off, first one and then the other. The way she reached behind her and unhooked her garter belt and tossed it aside, standing totally naked in front of her uncle, as he demanded.

She was gorgeous and so delightfully submissive as well. DeWitt cr4ooked his finger for her to come closer. He stood and cradled her naked body to his. “Brooke have you ever felt naked flesh pressed to your naked flesh? As he spoke his head had dipped to her right breast once more his hot moist breath washed over Brooke’s taunt little nipple. He did not wait for an answer but inhaled her nipple he rolled it across the ridge of his mouth, teased the pink bud with his tongue, and let his teeth bite down gently.

“Undress me Brooke!”