Summary
When I was video chatting with my boyfriend, wearing the short skirt my uncle gave me, he suddenly leaned in and picked me up.
Feeling the emotions my uncle stirred, I was filled with apprehension, but he chuckled softly and covered my lips with his hand.
“This little skirt is for you to wear only for me, got it?”
I looked at him with innocent, deer-like eyes, tears of fear welling up at the corners.
My uncle, however, excitedly clasped my hands, a half-smile playing on his lips:
“Then let’s punish you once in front of him, how about that?”