Carly and Uncle Mark

A Carly ddlg story submitted to Allurestorm by Em and M

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Marty and I were best friends. We considered ourselves brothers, although we were not blood related. One day I was sitting on a stool at the center island in the kitchen, half watching the game half bullshitting with Marty, who was cooking, when he got a call. I could tell from his half of the conversation that it was about Carly. Marty’s second wife, Lin, died in a car accident a few years ago leaving Marty to raise his teenage step daughter alone. Carly was a senior in a private high school now and the two of them were very close, sharing a very special bond. And although I would never tell Marty, I thought she was a hot piece of young ass.

Marty hung up the phone, shaking his head. “The little brat skipped two classes today! She better have a good explanation or there will be hell to pay.” I sat there listening as Marty went on to tell me all the trouble Carly gets herself into since her mother’s untimely death. A little while later, I heard the front door open. “Daddy I’m home!” My heart started to beat a little faster when she skipped into the kitchen. She was in her school uniform. Red plaid skirt, white blouse, hair falling around her shoulders, knee high white socks. Damn, the things I could do to her.

“Hi Daddy! Hi uncle Mark!” Carly said as she bounced into the kitchen. Carly’s effervescence always lit up the room with her presence.

“How was school princess?” Marty asked as she kissed him on the cheek. “It was fine,” she said nonchalantly as she started to walk away. “You went to all your classes?” Marty calmly gave her a chance to tell the truth. Carly rummaged through the fridge for a snack, “Yup!” I heard her say.

“Carly Marie!” Marty’s voice even made me jump slightly. Carly turned around slowly and looked at him. Her whole demeanor seemed to have changed the second she heard his tone. Carly was no longer bright and bubbly, instead she became quiet and submissive. “Yes, Daddy?” She said in the tiniest voice. Marty looked at her sternly, “What have I told you about lying?” Carly looked down at her feet as she rocked from foot to foot, hands folded in front of her. “Answer me!” Marty snapped. She looked back up at him and said, “I’m never allowed to lie to you, Daddy.” “Correct. So, I’m asking you again, did you go to all of your classes today?” Marty asked. I felt a little out of place watching this family feud unfold before me, but I didn’t move. Carly said almost in a whisper, “No, Daddy.” Marty took a deep breath and let it out slowly, “So, not only did you skip classes, but then you lied to me about it. Go stand by the table.” I watched from my stool as Carly walked over to the table. The kitchen table was directly across from the island I was sitting at, so I couldn’t help but look at her. I didn’t know what was going to happen but I found myself a little excited.

Marty walked over to where Carly was standing and pointed at the table. Without hesitation, and to my complete surprise, Carly bent over the table! “What happens to bad little girls, Carly?” Carly was bent at the waist, her upper body and head resting on the table, her sexy long legs were together and straight, feet flat on the floor. From where I was seated behind her, I could see that her pleated skirt was just long enough to cover her sweet ass, and I could see just a peek of her white cotton panties. My cock twitched as I heard her say, “Bad girls get spanked, Daddy.” “And does it matter if we have a guest?” Marty asked. Carly shook her head no. “And why not?” Marty continued. Carly sighed, I could tell she didn’t like the questions. “Because if I can break the rules in front of people I can get punished in front of people.” She replied. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Was I actually about to witness a spanking? How far would Marty actually go in front of me? He landed a sharp smack on her bottom. “Good girl.” he said. He followed with a series of perfectly timed smacks across her round little ass. I couldn’t take my eyes off of the scene unfolding in front of me. After several long minutes of smacks, Marty stopped.

To my surprise, Carly didn’t get up. Was he done? I started to feel guilty of how turned on it made me watching her ass get smacked. Then Marty said, “Tell me what happens next.” Carly shuffled her feet, “But dadddddyyy!” she whined. Marty slapped her ass again, “Answer me!” He snapped. I held my breath, I was dying to know her answer. “You pull up my skirt and do it again.” came her timid reply. Marty slapped her ass again and said, “Say the words, Carly!” he ordered. I had no idea what he was talking about. What did he want her to say? Carly whined and said, “You pull up my skirt and spank me over my panties, Daddy.” With that Marty grabbed the bottom of her skirt and pushed it up around her waist, exposing her white cotton panty covered ass. Oh my God, it was so hot. I could see the outline of her pussy lips pressed into her panties, her sweet tight ass was turning cherry red from the spanking. My cock was fully hard now and straining against my jeans. As Marty started spanking her again, I couldn’t take my eyes off of that pussy outline. I felt guilty having these thoughts while he was punishing her but I couldn’t help it. Again, Marty stopped. He was rubbing her bottom as he asked, “What comes next, Carly? I want you to say the words!” My heart was racing. Was he really going to continue, what was he going to do next? I could barely control myself when I heard her answer, “You pull down my panties and spank my bare butt, Daddy.” “Correct,” Marty said as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties and slowly slid them down to her knees. I almost fell off my stool. Her hairless little pussy, her tight little asshole, all in full view in front of me. As Marty started spanking her again, I thought I saw her pussy glistening. No! It had to be my imagination. There was no way she was wet, I just wanted her to be. My cock was pressing painfully in my jeans. After what seemed like an eternity, Marty stopped. I tried to recompose myself, I was practically drooling, expecting it to be over, but again, Carly didn’t move. Marty pushed her panties down to the floor. “Now spread your legs so Daddy can see what a bad girl you’ve been.” My mouth dropped open as Carly,  without complaint, moved her feet apart and opened her legs. Her pussy was in full view now and I almost came in my pants!

Marty put his hand on her inner thigh and slid it all the way up until his whole hand covered her pussy. He slowly rubbed back and forth. Marty smiled as he said, “Oh Carly, you’ve been a very bad girl… Why is this pussy so wet, Carly?” I could hear her breathing quicken, it seemed as if she liked it! I was unaware of it, but he was using trigger words. Marty kept talking while he rubbed his hand slowly back and forth, “Is it because Uncle Mark is watching? Is that it? Do you like being bent over the table with your panties pulled down and your legs spread, with your pussy out for him to see?” I thought I heard Carly moan. This couldn’t be happening, was this real? Could Carly be aroused by her punishment? Suddenly I heard “Mark!” I looked up at Marty who was looking at me. “Come here and see what a bad girl she is.”

I didn’t move. I didn’t know what to do. This was like a dream. I looked at Marty again and he nodded in approval so, without furthur hesitation,  I stood up and walked over to where Carly remained bent over the kitchen table. I stopped right behind Carly. Marty took his hand out from between her legs, “See for yourself how bad she is.” I slowly put my hand out and touched Carly’s pussy. Oh my God! She was so wet, so soft, so sexy, so tempting! Marty asked her, “What happens when little girls get wet during a punishment?” Carly responded in gasps, “They get spanked between their legs, Daddy.” Marty arched an eyebrow and grinned at me. “Uncle Mark is going to punish you now because I think you like him watching.” Marty turned to me and said, “Just like this…” He put his hand between her legs again and rubbed a few times, then smack! He spanked her swollen, wet, young pussy and then rubbed her again. He stepped back giving me a nod to continue. My cock was about to rip my pants open. I slid my hand over her wet pussy and rubbed. Then slapped. Then rubbed and slapped. Carly was was moaning and I was so wrapped up in what I was doing I wasn’t nervous anymore.

Marty whispered in my ear, “She’s all yours.” Without questioning him I slid my finger into her teenage tight wet slit. Carly moaned louder, gripping the edge of the table with both hands, she pushed back on my hand driving my finger deeper into her throbbing snatch. Marty was standing next to us and slid his hand under Carly’s belly down to her clit. I stuck another finger in her pussy. Pushing in and pulling out slowly. With my free hand I undid my pants and let them drop to the floor. My cock sprung free. I couldn’t take anymore. Marty kept teasing her clit, “Tell Daddy what a bad girl you are.” Carly moaned and pressed her pussy down on his hand. “I’m a very bad girl, Daddy!” With that I shoved my cock into her hot vagina. She squealed with delight and pushed back towards me. I started fucking her fast and hard. “Daddy, I’m ready to be a good girl!” She panted. I didn’t know what that meant so I looked at Marty. He said to me, “Ready?” I nodded. “Okay, baby be a good girl for Uncle Mark.” As soon as he gave her permission, I felt her pussy contracting on my cock. Carly’s young taut body convulsed, her legs buckled, she was cumming! The feeling of her orgasm made me explode in seconds. My rock hard rod pumped hot sticky sperm deep into her twitching little love canal. I collapsed on top of her catching my breath the scent of our sex filling my nostrils. All I heard was Marty say,  “That’s Daddy’s good girl.”

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Em and M

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