My Niece María

Once again we meet, my dear readers. I continue experimenting with narrative styles and checking grammar and spelling with the help of AI. In this particular case, I have tried to make the plot a little more perverse than usual. I hope you like it.

As always, I am attentive to your comments, suggestions, and of course, fantasies — which it will be a pleasure to transform into stories.

Ana Raquel

My Niece María

Part II – The Punishment

Mario arrived at his aunt and uncle’s house four years ago. Since starting university, he had been living with them. His aunt — his mother’s sister — had offered him lodging both to reduce study expenses and because their home was relatively close to the university.

In exchange for room and board provided by his relatives, he had committed to helping with household chores, keeping his room always tidy, behaving properly, and especially obeying his aunt in everything.

Over those four years, he had been trained according to the particular tastes of Marcela and Rodolfo, his aunt and uncle. He went up to his spacious room, about four by three-and-a-half meters, one wall entirely covered by a wardrobe with full-length mirrors on each sliding door.

The wall opposite the wardrobe had a large window and a small balcony. In the center of the room stood a one-and-a-half-size bed; facing it, a flat-screen TV mounted on the wall; below that, a small desk with a computer and, beside it, a vanity table full of cosmetics and makeup items.

He removed his clothes and contemplated his completely hairless body (one of the first rules in the house was to keep his body entirely depilated) and the chastity device that prevented any erection (“to avoid that unpleasant habit of touching yourself,” his aunt had told him when she locked it on).

He opened one of the wardrobe doors and looked at its contents. Of the four doors, only one held a small number of masculine garments; the rest were crammed with dresses of every type and color, lingerie, shoes, wigs, etc.

He then began the daily ritual of transformation. He chose a cream-colored Victorian-style corset that dramatically reduced his waist, white nylon stockings attached to the corset with eight garters, a very short Scottish skirt that barely covered the tops of the stockings, medium-sized breast prostheses to fill the bra, a long-sleeved white blouse, and finally guillermina-style shoes with 12 cm heels, of course.

Now, with an androgynous appearance, he sat at the vanity and began to apply makeup: pastel shades on the eyes, pink on the lips; he attached press-on nails and painted them the same color as his lips; then accessories — rings, bracelets, and dangling earrings in his pierced ears.

The finishing touch was a straight blonde wig, a little longer than shoulder-length, which he tied into two braids at the sides of his head, giving him the look of a somewhat perverse, overly sexualized schoolgirl.

Mario had disappeared. In his place now stood María, Marcela’s nymphomaniac niece.

What to do now? Without thinking twice, she headed to her aunt and uncle’s bedroom and from the wardrobe where she knew her aunt kept the sex toys, she ***********ed two realistic-looking dildos. She went to her bed and, while kissing one as if it were a real cock, slowly inserted the second into her anus.

She was so absorbed in her play that she didn’t hear her aunt enter the house — until it was too late. Suddenly she saw her standing in the doorway: a woman of about 50, voluptuous with generous curves, an imposing and authoritative figure, heavy makeup with bright red lips standing out, black nylon stockings ending in 12 cm stiletto heels, a very tight black dress with a tube skirt that emphasized her hips and a square neckline that could barely contain her double-D bust.

“What is this?” she asked.

“Sorry, Aunt, I couldn’t help myself.”

“You little whore! You know you’re forbidden to play when you’re alone.”

“I’m very sorry, please forgive me, Aunt.”

“Forgive you? Not a chance!” she said as she entered the room and sat on the chair in front of the vanity.

“It won’t happen again.”

“Of course it won’t happen again. It’s time to teach you a lesson. You already know what you have to do.”

Without a word, María approached her guardian and lay across her lap. The aunt then lifted her skirt, exposing her buttocks and the dildo still buried inside her.

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

“No, Ma’am, I thought you’d arrive later.”

“So when I’m not here you think you can do whatever you want.”

“I beg your forgiveness.”

As her only reply, the aunt began to spank her while repeating: “Let this be the last time. What do you have to say?”

“Thank you for educating me, Ma’am.”

Without another word she continued the spanking, each strike harder, while with the other hand she thrust the artificial cock in and out of her ass.

It’s unclear whether it was the secret excitement the spanks produced, the back-and-forth of the dildo inside her, the friction of her body against the nylon covering her tutor’s legs, or a combination of all these factors — but suddenly she began to ejaculate profusely through the chastity device, all her semen falling onto the legs and shoes of the Ma’am.

“What a whore you are.