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The Attitude Adjuster

In a quiet suburban neighborhood, on a seemingly ordinary afternoon, a tale of discipline and pleasure unfolds. Mei, a feisty 19-year-old Japanese schoolgirl, was in for a surprise visit from her strict uncle, Takeshi. Mei’s rebellious streak was legendary, and her poor behavior had been the talk of the town for weeks.

Takeshi, a 35-year-old divorcee, was determined to set his niece straight. He arrived at the house, briefcase in hand, a stern look etched on his chiseled face. Mei, lounging on the couch in her scandalous school uniform, barely looked up as he entered.

“Uncle,” she drawled, popping a bubble from her gum, “what brings you here?”

Takeshi sighed, setting his briefcase down on the coffee table. “Mei, we need to have a talk. Your behavior has been unacceptable.”

Mei snorted derisively, “Boring. Can I go now?”

Takeshi’s eyes flashed dangerously. In one swift motion, he unholstered a shiny black paddle from his briefcase. Mei’s eyes widened as he thrust it before her face.

“Oh, no you don’t!” While she was distracted, Takeshi swiftly flipped up Mei’s skirt, revealing her lacy black panties. He then promptly sat down on the couch and pulled her over his knee. Mei kicked and squirmed, but Takeshi’s grip was iron-clad.

“Let’s start with the number of the day, shall we? 324.” As Mei yelped, Takeshi proceeded to smack her ass sharply, counting out each blow. After the twelfth strike, Mei was sobbing, pink-cheeked and breathless.

“There, there,” Takeshi murmured ironically, rubbing her reddened bottom. “Tell me you understand now, Mei.”

Mei sniffled petulantly, but there was a glimmer of submission in her eyes. “Yes, uncle. I… I’m sorry.”

Takeshi helped her up, allowing her skirt to fall back over her sore behind. As Mei went to sit back on the couch, wincing, she noticed Takeshi still had his paddle at the ready.

“Now, about that attitude…” he growled meaningfully. Mei gulped, but before she could reply, Takeshi had yanked her panties down around her ankles. She instinctively tried to cover herself, but he swatted her hands away.

“Nuh-uh. Both hands on the couch.” She did as she was told, her heart racing with a confusing cocktail of fear and excitement. She heard Takeshi unbuckling his belt and then, before she could overthink it, the paddle was frangieving across her bare bottom once more.

Takeshi worked methodically, spanking Mei over and over until the living room echoed with the sound of wood meeting flesh. Mei was crying openly, each smack a new explosion of fire on her over-stimulated bottom. Even in her pain, she felt a dangerous heat pooling in a different place entirely…

And then, when Mei’s panties were soaked through and her bottom a mottled red, Takeshi abruptly stopped. He helped Mei up, sweeping aside a curtain of dark hair to gaze into her tear-streaked face.

“You did so well, Mei,” he praised huskily. “Such a brave girl, taking her medicine. What a good girl you are for me.”

Mei numbly, but hungrily accepted his kiss. Takeshi’s hands roamed boldly, cupping her sore bottom and boosting her up. Mei wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her off down the hall.

Uncle Takeshi and Mei’s tutoring sessions became a regular occurrence after that fateful first day, the sting of his paddle teaching Mei so much more than manners…