... table and rolled my chair back from the desk, and motioned for her to come over. Miranda simply smiled shyly and shrugged.
"Come here for a minute." I insisted, as she grinning nervously and complied.
I instructed her to put down her beer, and without warning grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her over my knee, causing her to shriek out loud with surprise and giggle hysterically.
"Uncle Mike! OMG! What are you doing?!" she laughed euphorically. "I haven't been spanked since I was little!"
"We both know you deserve this young lady?"
"Oh really?" she giggled. "What for?"
"How about for wearing this little outfit for starters?"
"Huh? What's wrong with my outfit?" she whined, as I deftly peeled her denim skirt up over her pale buttocks to reveal her exquisite ass.
"How old did you say you were again?" I asked, to which she glanced back over her shoulder in the most seductive way.
"Does it really matter?" she teased. "I'm old enough."
With that said, I struck my palm across her pale butt, causing her to yelp out and jump in my lap.
"Ow! Uncle Mike?! That hurt!"
"That'll teach you for flirting with your own uncle."
"What?" she faked ignorance. "How did I?"
I responded by striking her again only this time a little gentler, before making sure to sooth her reddened buttocks with my hand, by caressing it briefly. To my surprise Miranda squirmed and moaned softly to the action, but did not resist or object. In fact I c...