Family: Out of Business

Stated

EJ's pov

Looking appropriately frightened, she humbly and respectfully replied, "Si, Zio (Yes, Uncle), I'll listen."

"Good. Rule number one: You need to listen the first time I tell you something and you need to obey me without hesitation or question. You should have been doing this from the moment we met, but just know, I will no longer be lenient in enforcing consequences. I won't hesitate to punish your disobedience." She should know I'm deadly serious about this but if she doesn't, she'll soon figure it out. "Rule number two: You don't set foot outside this house without me being with you, or without my express consent. That includes the front yard, backyard, and pool. Rule num..."

"Whoa back up," the brat rudely and unnecessarily interrupted, holding up her hand to stop me. "There's a pool? Where is it? Can I see it? Is it above ground or in-ground? Well, I guess it doesn't really matter. Why didn't you tell me this before? You know you really should've led with this. Can I go swimming when you're done reciting all your boring rules? Good thing I packed my swimsuit. I wonder what the temperature of the water is. Man, I can't wait to..."

She continued to prattle on endlessly, completely oblivious to my mood which was quickly escalating past the point of irritation into the realm of spankingdom, where I reign supreme. I am the king there, afterall. Well, now that Father's not around. Although, I do play the part of the dashingly handsome prince quite well. Which role would have more fair maidens swooning? That's the role I should occupy, the one I was born to play. Lost in my lewd fantasy for a lingering moment, I didn't realize the plebeian serf had stopped assaulting my ears with her shrill whinings.

"Uncle EJ?" she called out, trying to get my attention. Once she had it, she asked, "Well, can I?"

Having no clue what her question pertained to, I simply answered, "No. Now shut-up and listen before I'm forced to spank some sense into you." It's a safe bet that's an appropriate response to anything my niece has to say. She's either being annoying or making some ridiculous request ninety percent of the time so I'll take those odds and hedge my bets that my answer fits her question.

Seeing her shoulders slump forward as she huffed out, "Fine," in response, I knew I was right.

"Now, where was I before you senselessly interrupted? Oh yes, rule number three." Ensuring I had her undivided attention, I said, "By the way, if you interrupt me again while I'm reciting the rules, you'll hear the remainder of them over my knee amongst several firm slaps to your ass. Capiscimi (Understand me)?"

Sighing in exasperation, she whined, "Okay, I get it but I'm already sick of hearing it. Can we just get this over with already? You're getting on my nerves, plus I want to go swimming and this is really boring."

I shook my head in disbelief. Crossing my arms over my chest, I glared at the piece of work sitting before me, amazed by her unmitigated gall.

"Come here!" I commanded sharply, pointing to the spot in front of my feet.

She looked somewhat scared but still remained seated.

"NOW!" I barked, snapping my fingers as I indicated where she needed to be in the next two seconds if she didn't want me to lose my shit.

Wisely recognizing my last shred of patience was as close to dissipating as her ability to sit comfortably, she got up immediately and stood in front of me. Roughly grabbing her by the arm, I turned her sideways and smacked her bottom hard. I mean really hard. So much so, I fought with every fiber of my being not to swear and shake the painful sting from my palm in front of her.

"OW!" she immediately blurted out, rubbing her bottom as she fought back tears. I know that had to hurt, my hand is still smarting.

"Are you through testing my limits now?" I growled, keeping a firm grip on her bicep, contingent on her response.