I felt my cheeks blushing as my hands reached under my skirt to lower my knickers. I blushed the more as I bared my derriere and felt my skirt rising while bending forward on the chair. I was quite self-conscious that my skirt was no longer covering much and I tried to keep my legs tightly closed. I felt so ashamed.
I felt that I couldn't blush any redder, but I probably did when Uncle Ed flipped my skirt up. He picked up the cane from the coffee table and made it sing with a practice swing, I shivered.
To be continued...
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