Eric and Uncle Hal -- Part III


by Cal

You better believe I stared at Uncle Hal, but with real respect, mind ya', when he turned around from locking the door behind him! He just looked at me. His deep set eyes were piercing, as if he was seeing right through me and stripping off all my cloths too, and his eyes were not at all all that warm either as he stood there looking at me. Still, it was the smile on his lips that caused me my major concern. The last time I'd seen him smile that way had been when he was spanking my poor roomie's bare ass up over his knees, hard for sure, giving it to him real good and making him cry and all as he spanked him. My whole body turned cold and shivered in his presence!

"Ah, Eric's not here, Sir" I managed to stammer out as best I could.

But he just continued looking at me, and I really got even more concerned when I noticed he was starting to stare down to my belt and looking hard at the front of my jeans! I mean I'm not an exhibitionist or anything like Eric is and I don't like the thought of anyone looking at me down there, especially like he was looking hard!

"I though as much, Tim" was all he said.

Uncle Hal acted like he owned our place. He simply walked over and pulled out my desk chair and sat down on it! Wooh!

"Come over here!" he spoke, surprisingly softly, but still it was more like ordered that a suggestion, and when I did for sure, he just calmly put his hands on my belt and started to unbuckle it. Then as if it were the most normal thing in the world, he started to unbuckle my jeans, pulling them down when he finished with the buckles while I stood in front of him like a statue, far too terrified to speak. My jeans slipped down my legs fast, then my underwear too when his fingers jerked them way down to my ankles. He stood up and unbuttoned my shirt while I clenched myself for the worse and he even helped me out of it and tossed it aside. I just stood there too terrified to object or get out any word whatsoever. I stood naked in front of him with no way to hide anything while he pinched and prodded my stomach definition real well. Humiliated and afraid I knew my _c_o_c_k_ was shriveled with embarrassment, but that's what he was looking at soon! I felt his hands feeling, touching, testing, almost exploring my bare body down there. Then his one hand had grabbed my _c_o_c_k_ and balls while his other hand was around me grabbing my ass and forcing me closer to him.

Uncle Hal began to talk to me about my grades, about "his" expectations (!) for my quizzes, grades, reports, everything. Somehow I managed to answer every one of his questions with a polite "Yes, Sir!" or "I will, Sir!" despite being naked in front of him and in his hands too. He made it crystal clear what was expected of me. Very clear standards the consequences of not making of which were also clear! He left no room for imagination. I now knew exactly what I must do in order to escape getting a spanking! I didn't want to give him any reason to spank me for sure, not after having watched him spank Eric! It wasn't right for him to treat me like he treated Eric.

I didn't want to give him the right to spank me, but the way he just took over with me, well, it was as it he'd already assumed that right and wouldn't hesitate to spank me whether I wanted him to or not! His hands were already fondling me anyway he choose but it was his touching my bare ass in ways I didn't want and don't want to talk about that worried me the most at that moment. I would try, no I would meet his standards. . . I promised! His hands stroked my ass cheeks intimately. I wasn't sure if he would slap me standing up or jerk me down over his lap if I disappointed him in my answers.

I promised. I promised. I promised. I promised I'd do it for sure! And you better believe I was one hundred percent serious in my promise as I stood there still, bare, in front of Uncle Hal! I mean like, _s_h_i_t_, his hand was half way up my ass by now!

Then suddenly he jerked up my briefs, shook my hand, simply said "Good!" while hugging me warmly and then he just walked out as suddenly as he'd arrived and left me alone in our room!

I almost broke down in tears of relief on the spot when he shut that door behind him I had been so much afraid he was going to spanked me right then and there! Fantasies to Hell. I was afraid of him. Forget my age and being a Freshman and all that stuff. I was afraid of Uncle Hal and I knew it for sure! I'd ever quickly locked our door behind him just in case he decided to come back right then. I was real scared of him!

I didn't tell Eric. I was too scared to. Maybe he already knew? I was too terrified of this man who now has somehow come controlled me in ways and for reasons I couldn't comprehend or explain. But still, Uncle Hal had yet to spank me or punish me or hurt me in any way . . . yet! I'd have to now accept the fact that Uncle Hal would show up whenever he wished and it was clearly his expectation that he had the right to strip me or punish me as he saw fit. I'd just have to accept that. To be honest, a part of me was excited and knew Uncle Hal would be good for me. Another part of me was terrified! I was more scared of Uncle Hal than I had ever been or anyone else in my whole life!

It would happen. . . but I didn't know when! When I thought about it privately, it even turned me on a little. OK, more than a little. But, I still didn't want the pain of the spanking I'd watched Uncle Hal give to Eric that other night. I just didn't!

In the days after that, however, I have to also admit I grew more secure and self confident than I'd ever been before. OK, I'll admit it! And, also, I had to admit my grades were rising! And Eric and I were closer now than I'd ever been to anyone my age before too. We shared a secret common fear, I guess. I had always wondered what it would be like if I had had a brother. Now I did! That part was GREAT! And, the three of us were a "family" of sorts and thus it wasn't a major surprise when we planned a Christmas Ski trip together in Vail. I'd never been so excited in my life about going anywhere than I was to drive away in Hal's car with Eric when we landed at the airport and drove off to the cabin in the rental car. Hal had rented an old classic "Caddy," a bright red one big enough that we all sank into the front seats together up from. And, it was also no surprise when as we started out Hal rested his big right hand on my thigh and felt my basket a bit. I knew better than to object, as did Eric. Uncle Hal was not the kind of person you could object to!

That was just Uncle Hal, that's all and we weren't in the log cabin we had rented in the snowy foothills for more than five minutes before Hal called me over and took down, then off, my pants and briefs and then stripped Eric as well. He put both of our cloths away, leaving us with shirts and socks only, our _c_o_c_k_s and balls hanging out freely, as we built up the fire in the big stone fireplace, then headed for our outside private Jacuzzi. Ski cloths were available for the slopes, but those pants and briefs never surfaced until after New Year's! A jock under ski cloths, a thong, or nothing at all - Hal said he liked us "natural," something that Eric always had preferred anyway. I'd have to adjust. His hands on either Eric or me was just the way it was. Neither of us gave it a second thought. Hal called the shots for both Eric and me. We sure as heck weren't going to object but even more so after we noticed he'd brought along a small paddle and his old razor strap! I asked Eric if he knew why, but Eric only said he often brought them on trips with him in the past, but it didn't mean one of us was going to feel them! Jeez! I wasn't so sure, nor at all confident!

I mean like, get real! Why would he bring it if he wasn't going to use it?

Nevertheless, that night when I was luxuriating in the deep bath tub that I had filled with bath salts enough to cover me with bubbles everywhere, I was still thinking about and remembering that strap when Uncle Hal came in the bath room while I was still covered and told me to stand up. I did, bubbles floating down my body everywhere. He looked at me and smiled, then hugged me tightly while I stood in the tub with bubbles and water splashing everywhere. I was pretty sure he wasn't angry with me and I couldn't think of anything I'd done to annoy him, but nevertheless I tensed noticeably as his hand traveled down my back and played with my buns. His palm held me there.

Uncle Hal looked directly at me, still smiling. "I know I've got a real good boy here, Tim, but I think it's about time I discipline you like I've been disciplining Eric."

It was a statement that caught me by its directness. With his hand stroking my ass and the tone of his voice, I immediately became aroused with fear and yet, I knew, also with anticipation.

"What do you say to that, Timmy, my boy?" He asked me pointedly.

"It's up to you, Sir." I managed to get out timidly. I knew at that point I'd signed my death warrant, but I also knew it didn't really matter what I'd said. He would have done what he wanted anyway. I did feel more and more uncomfortable after that, especially the way he watched me closely from then on and patted my ass more freely and frequently from then on. I knew it was coming. Eric knew it was coming. It was only a matter of time and I became more and more edgy thinking about it.

The third night, Uncle Hal brought out enveloped from the University. They were our unopened grade reports. I wasn't concerned as I knew I'd done well, Eric less so. We'd spent the past days skiing. Hal had taught me. I'd felt his hands guiding me and he had proven himself a gentle but excellent teacher. The last few days had been perfect and thus I was caught by surprise when after dinner as we sat around the fire, I'd noticed those envelopes on the huge wooden slab that served as our coffee table. I had on a black T-shirt and thong. Eric was wearing nothing but his denim shirt, but both of us had on calf length heavy woolen socks in the room dominated by the crackling fire with the reflections from the flames dancing around the room. Eric was laying on the big bear skin rug while I stood by with a beer and both of us staring aimlessly at the fire when I'd noticed those enveloped lying there. Uncle Hal had come up behind me suddenly and put his hand on my ass. Of course I'd jumped, as I always did. He laughed, like he always did.

"What's the matter, Tim. Nervous about something are ya?" I can still hear him asking.

"Nah, nothing, just thinking about today on the slopes," I'd replied, but the way he had said it and now stood looking at me, I was nervous and I knew it. He'd kept his hand on my ass. Eric had laughed, looking up. He knew those enveloped were on the table then.

"What's the matter, Tim. Those are your grades, aren't they?" He spoke to Uncle Hal. "Let's see Tim's grade report. Maybe warm it up in here," he'd joked, tossing his body over and propping himself up on one arm while he stretched out on the bear run. I wasn't sure I followed his real meaning.

Uncle Hal picked up the envelope with my name on it and tossed it toward Eric and Eric's toward me. "OK, boys. Open them and you each judge if the other's grade or good enough or is some correction necessary to be scheduled for one of the other of your tonight?"

"Wow, hold on now," Eric volunteered. "Not me! My grades were fine, I'm sure, but I'm not sure about Tim."

I immediately knew what "correction" meant! Both of our asses were potential targets of Uncle Hal's interests. Nothing less than spanking one or the both of us had to be on his mind!

Uncle Hal tossed me Eric's envelope and mine to Eric. "OK, boys, open then and you each judge if the other's grades are good enough of it some firm correctly should be applied tonight?"

Although I'd never felt one, and a part of me still longed for one at least in fantasy, but now that the moment of truth was at hand, I prayed Eric would judge my grades OK. After all he knew how hard I'd studied this semester and knew he wouldn't betray me.

Hal looked at me. "You first."

I read Eric's grade report to myself - two "B's" and 3 "A's!" Seemed pretty good to me.

"So, what's your judgment," Hal asked? "Time to spank Eric's ass a bit and if so how and how much?"

I smiled at Eric. Sure I'd love to watch him get it over Hal's lap tonight, see that nice smile wiped off his face while I pronounced sentence and watch his ass turned red, his body reduced to a crying child over Hal's lap. But then again he's my brother and a "B" in English Comp and World History wasn't exactly bad given our teacher. Eric's eyes seemed to plead, at least that's how I'd interpreted them. But to be sure, if I'd cause him to get one, he'd be sure to return the favor on me.

"OK. I'd say they could be a bit better but punishment isn't necessary. Maybe just KP tomorrow or the rest of this trip?"

Hal smiled. Eric yelled, "Yea, OK, right on!" and the game seemed to have turned into a playful one.

"So it is," Uncle Hal confirmed. "Eric, open Tim's envelope."

I started to sweat. I didn't know why. Eric wouldn't set me up for something, I was completely sure, yet still I was tense.

"Four 'A's' and one 'B' minus," Eric read out for all to hear. I was relieved! That was better than Eric had gotten as well as better than I'd expected!

"So," Hal interrupted my euphoria abruptly. "Your judgment, Eric?"

Judgment? What judgment? Those grades are great! Eric looked up from the paper in his hand and at me! What was he thinking? Why? Why was he looking at me this way with that glimmer in his eyes? His next words stunned me more than anything I'd ever heard before. Spoken slowly and clearly they were spoken like a sharp knife cutting through the calm and comfortable atmosphere of silence in the room.

"Tim's grades are good, but he can do better than a 'B' minus in Comp." I couldn't believe his words. What did he mean "better?" But he continued.

"So, I say Tim should get punished for slacking off." Eric was breaking out into a broader smile when Hal spoke.

"And," Had added, "what punishment should it be?"

With his smile widening even further Tim continued.

"I say Tim gets spanked. . . by me." Eric's judgment was clear as he lay there, propped up on his left elbow with his body stretched out on the big bear skin rug. Eric's denim shirt was unbuttoned, opened and draping to show his strong physique with abdominal muscles with a small wisp of hair trailing from his navel down to his _c_o_c_k_ and balls openly and very naturally on view. Eric's naturalness with his open display of nudity was perfectly normal and something I was quite used to, but the glimmer of light from the fire place, bathing his body in flickering light, with the contrast from the dark masculine denim over his somewhat tan skin highlighted his complete comfortableness with himself and the overriding natural masculinity he radiated. The pure almost alabasterness of his skin where his bathing suite should have been was contrasting with the stark tan line around his waist and upper thighs. It had the effect of drawing attention to his _c_o_c_k_ and balls nestled there in his public hair. I knew his ass would be equally prominently exhibited by that strong tan line as soon as he was forced to roll over and the strong, firm cheeks exposed to view.

Eric's body was athletic and very attractive. But I also knew that since we had both been going to the beach and gym together, mine was almost the same.

So there it was, Eric wanted to spank me! I'd watched Uncle Hal reduce Eric to a crying child over his lap several times now. I knew what it looked like as Uncle Hal used his hand to turn those two pure, really pure white buns to a red and blistered bottom as Eric struggled, pleaded, cried, and promised everything possible to get Uncle Hal to stop. Now it was Eric who wanted me in that uncomfortable position and it was Eric who wanted his own hand to teach me respect, rules, and spank me to tears. Could he really mean that?

"Yea. . . that's what I think." Eric added as if he could read my mind.

"By you?" Hal remarked. "Now that's a novel idea" He looked like he was thinking and added as if anyone had any doubts, "Remember I'm the one who does the spanking around here." He looked at me seriously, his hand still on my ass, "but the idea does present a certain amount of intrigue."

Uncle Hal pulled out a stiff wooden chair and put it by the fireplace, "but, OK. Eric, sit here and Tim, get over Eric's lap. You getting spanked right now!"

I panicked hearing those words that I knew were coming. Watching Eric jump up immediately, his eagerness to have me over his lap and spank me as hard and as thorough as I had over the past weeks watched him be spanked was obvious. With his hair and open denim shirt both flowing and his _c_o_c_k_ flopping freely and unencumbered as well, he adjusted the straight backed chair so it's legs were off the big bear skin carpet and sat down there. As naked as he was, with his strong naked thighs now spread out and waiting for me, he was looking up at me and patting his right thigh to point out where he clearly expected me to lay, offering up my own bare ass naked and up on top of his lap for the spanking it had now been declared was going to happen whether I wanted it or not!

I guess my manner did not match his eagerness to have my ass up and over his lap for his personal control, for he let me know it. "Let's go, Timmy, no reason to delay the inevitable. Let's get your ass over my lap here so I can spank you like you've been asking for a long time now."

I didn't want to do it! But one look at Uncle Hal, told me I _d_a_m_n_ed well better! What might Uncle Hal do it I refused or hesitated further? Hal was sitting in the arm chair now, all set to watch, he had lit his pipe and settled in to insure his every order was carried out. If I had any doubt whatsoever about that as he sat there looking every bit the stern father, I noticed his razor strap was doubled up and laying on top of the right arm of his chair.

I obeyed and lowered my body over Eric's waiting lap. Even before I had a chance to adjust and secure my balance completely, a sharp and strong pain shot through my whole body. _d_a_m_n_! It hurt, like fire, I never expected it would hurt like that! Eric was spanking me and, _d_a_m_n_ it, his hand was already having an effect. There were no preliminary, just immediate and sharp pain as his hand landed rapidly again and again on my ass. He spanked me hard and without any pauses. It make me struggle and gasp, but I knew better than to get up. Sure I yelled and tried my best to clench my cheeks enough to lessen the pain, but it didn't work. Again and again I felt his hand spanking me and soon my gasps turned to whimpers and then, trying not to with all of my might, I began to cry and let it all out over Eric's lap. It was worse with Eric's hand spanking me intimately and personally. I wanted Uncle Hal to be the one to spank me! I didn't want Eric! He was my age! It wasn't right! And it certainly wasn't fair!

"NO! STOP!" I heard myself screaming, but Eric paid me no attention. If anything he spanked me harder and faster. The pain increased on my bare ass, and I knew what I must look like now strung over Eric's lap with my ass red, up and struggling to escape. My tears and cries screamed out.

He stopped suddenly and through the tears flowing out of my eyes, I again saw Uncle Hal sitting there, calmly puffing on his pipe, the aromatic smoke from his actions rising and filling the air in the room. His face showed his smile of approval of what had happened to me before him.

Uncle Hal told me to get off Eric's lap and come to him. With tears in my eyes, I obeyed and quickly. With the pipe smoke surrounding my body, I felt his hand touching lightly, then feeling my now sore ass freely. He pushed my thighs apart further and continued to inspect the results of my spanking.

Jeez! It Hurt!

While he continued, I struggled to choke back my tears and gain control of myself. It wasn't easy!

Finally, when he was satisfied, I was sent to stand in the corner while he and Eric began a conversation as if nothing had just happened as if I wasn't still standing there, red, crying, soar, and very, very embarrassed.

Later they sent me to bed early and I cried my pain and embarrassment out in private in my room. Every time I touched my ass, the heat and pain I felt was enough for me to be sure I had really been spanked tonight!

_d_a_m_n_, Eric! I could think of nothing else but my anger at him for what he had done.

Later I heard other sounds coming from down stairs, slaps and groans. It took me some time to identify their origins, but then I think I knew what was going on. Hal was strapping Eric!

I tip toed down those stairs, naked as a jay bird and peered through a crack in the slats of the door that made up the cabin staircase. Eric had been stripped completely, totally, and had his writs tied to two leather thongs hung from hooks in the ceiling beam. His body was stretched out tightly, his legs spread apart forcing his ass open and very vulnerable. The marks where the strap had already landed on his white ass were painful obvious. Eric was strapped as I watched. His tears were worse than mine, and I was sure his pain was worse as well. I wondered what he had done?

Two nights later, it was Eric who found himself over Uncle Hal's lap being spanked while I watched eagerly, approvingly.

It may sound like nothing else happened besides spanking and punishment for us, but that wouldn't be true at all! No way! Eric, Uncle Hal and I had a wonderful time skiing, touring around, and generally just relaxing. In many senses, maybe with the exception of my own spanking, it had been the best vacation I had ever had!

Uncle Hal wasn't mean or evil or anything like that, you gotta understand. He was the nicest guy I'd ever met, but I knew someone had standards and expectations for me and I made every concerted effort, and happily so, to met them for sure!

Once the new semester began and Eric and I were back in "our" room, it was Eric who brought it up one night.

"Hey, Timmy boy, I told you needed one and you knew you wanted to feel what it was like." He spoke almost objectively.

"Yea, maybe, but not from you, you Bastard!" Somehow my words sounded more harsh than I wanted them do.

We dropped the topic.

That weekend, However, I had an opportunity I will always be glad I took eagerly. Eric wandered in at one that Saturday morning.

"So, where have you been?" I asked jokingly.

"With Cathy." he replied with a smile that told me he'd succeeded.

"But you said you'd help me on this calculus project tonight."

"Oops! Sorry, you're right, but I just forgot!

"Forgot?" It was my turn to smile. "Time we get something straight around here between us. When Uncle Hal ain't here, I'm in charge from now on."

Eric just looked at me, as if he were pondering what my words meant. "Wow, you're mad, aren't you? I'm sorry about standing you up and all that, but I didn't think. . .."

I interrupted. "_d_a_m_n_ed right, you didn't think and you were wrong."

"Yea, ah, OK, OK. We'll do it tomorrow."

"You're right, we'll do it, but not tomorrow."

"Huh?" Eric was confused, but I wasn't.

"Sorry ain't good enough any more, Eric."

"Huh?"

"Come on, Eric." I spoke almost sternly. "Don't play dumb. You heard me clearly enough. Take your cloths off and now. You screwed up and you know you did, and I'm going to spank you for it, Eric!"

"Woooooh, now slow down, what makes you think you've. . .."

"Eric, I said now!"

It was a standoff of two strongly willed college boys, but I stood firm. He looked at me and saw a determination he'd never noticed before.

"Wait now, take it easy," but he started to take off his cloths. "Ok, OK, I'm sorry. I said I'm sorry." He talked on, but his pants came down. Soon he was still talking, but his cloths were off and he faced me naked.

"Not as sorry as you'll be from now on if you ever do anything like this again, my friend!" I spoke clearly and prophetically.

I spanked his ass long and hard that night, then used a ping pong paddle to finish it off. The rec. room in the basement had provided just what I needed. That night our room was filled with his tears and then we both fell into bed exhausted. Myself out of exhaustion and exhilaration

Not much was said after that by either Eric or myself, one way or the other.

About a week later, though, Uncle Hal dropped in while I was studying about mid-evening one night. Eric wasn't back from the library yet.

"Heard what you did to Eric last weekend," he mentioned casually. "Good for you, my boy!" he commented and smiled at me. Somehow I had known he would have approved but I was still surprised by his comment.

As we talked on, himself sitting casually on the edge of my desk, he nudged me up from my desk without a pause in our conversation. I stood there talking to him. Then, without even a change in the topic, which I recall was about a campus strike of a few days ago, Uncle Hal casually reached out and unzipped my jeans, and tugged them just enough that they dropped to the floor with a clank. I found it unnerving, to say the least, but I said nothing. Still talking he pulled me a bit closer to him and unbuttoned my shirt, his hands exploring my chest and stomach muscles before I felt his hands slipping skillfully inside my Calvin Klein's and around my ass.

"You were right to spank Eric for me, Tim, and I'll reinforce that point the next time I see Eric, but, Tim," He continued still groping inside my Klein's freely, "it's you I'm concerned about."

_s_h_i_t_! What did Uncle Hal mean by that? He seemed so serious.

"You and I both know you've needed some good spankings throughout your life and there has been no one to give you what you needed, isn't that right, Tim?"

"Ah, well, yea, you're right. I was never spanked when I was growing up at all."

"All your life, no one's ever stood up to you directly and given you the guidance you were asking for, nice, hard, and firm, a good old fashioned licking over the knee."

"Yes, Sir. No one's ever give me one at all, Sir, except, of course, that night from Eric, but that's not quite the same, Sir." I don't know why I said that, but I felt it. Sometimes I'm a real idiot and just blurt things out when I know _d_a_m_n_ well I should just keep my big mouth shut!

"I understand that, Tim. You need it from a man, not from a boy your own age, it's just not the same, is it?"

"No, Sir. Somehow it didn't seem real." I was blushing at this conversation. I could sense where it might be leading, what with his hands all over my ass and all. I felt my briefs going down off my ass. Next thing I knew he had managed to push my briefs completely down off of my ass and both of his hands were now holding it, patting it. The sensations were intense and I was becoming excited.

"You did me a favor spanking Eric that night right when he needed it, Tim, and I'm grateful to you for that. Eric always profits best if his punishment is immediate. Now, I'm going to do something for you. Something you've been hinting about and needing for a long time now. I'm going to spank you."

His voice had been calm and very matter of fact like, still I tensed and wanted to cry out "NO!" but I just couldn't form the words and get them out.

"Yes, Sir." was all I could say. As soon as those words left my mouth I was embarrassed by them. I should have said something better. Did he think I was eager, maybe too anxious? What would he think of me?

I didn't have long to thought. I could feel Uncle Hal's hands on my ass move down to my thighs as he reached down and pushed my briefs the rest of the way down to my ankles. I've never felt as scared yet also as alive as I felt with his hands on my ass as he slid them down. Although I'd felt his hands on my ass many times before and even been over his knee that one time before, this time was really different cause I knew when Hal took me over his knee, he was going to spank me!

Uncle Hal had me in his arms and was looking right at me while I kept looking down. His hands gently raised my head until our eyes met, but although he was looking at me kindly, I was so ashamed and really embarrassed at the way he has stripped me and I was now left standing there now with my shorts down to my ankles, my ass bare while he held me in his arms, looking at me, my _c_o_c_k_ touching the front of his slacks. His hand brushed my ass and I panicked and grimaced in anticipation of his striking me. All he had done was pat it as he had many, many times before, but I knew what was coming! Hal smiled kindly when I jumped but he just took his good old time, sizing up my ass. He was going to spank me!

Then he carefully helped me out of my jeans and briefs while I stepped out of my shoes. He was stripping me completely! I still had on my shirt at least, and my socks on still, but when he stroked the back of my right thigh, my _c_o_c_k_ gave me away, hard and straight out. I wasn't embarrassed, just very excited and very scared!

Hal reached up and began unbuttoning my shirt, smiling at me kindly as he gently but determinedly took it off my shoulders, allowing it to drop on the pile of my cloths on the floor. I was naked now, completely bare with not a shred of clothing on my body anywhere, just my socks; and I was standing in front of the man who was finally about to spank me.

Uncle Hal's hands were all over my body now, exploring my tense and excited muscles everywhere, and inspecting me in a way that no one had ever even tried to do before. In some way I couldn't explain, his hands and his eyes over my naked flesh were embarrassing, exciting, and very comforting all at the same time. I knew this same hand was about to guide me, forcing my bare ass up over his lap right here and in a very few moment. He was testing my muscles, weighing my balls and _c_o_c_k_, almost tenderly. Soon he would be slapping my bare ass cheeks. I was excited and scared. Still, I had thought about being over his knee for a long time. Now it was going to happen. I didn't want to cry and have to have my ass spanked like a small boy over his uncle's lap. No man wants to have his bare ass up across another man's lap and know that man can, well, see everything! But my Uncle had decided that was exactly what was going to happen.

Hal held me and felt me like that for what seemed like the longest time.

"It's time now, boy." Was all he said quietly.

Hal pulled out my own desk chair away from the desk on which he had been leaning and sat down on it. Then with his left hand holding my right hand and his right hand on my waist, he guided me over his lap.

"Over you go, now." He said "That' a way. Boost your ass a bit higher up here. Get it up here higher, I said."

I did, I tried my best to do exactly what Hal told me to, but still I struggled to keep my balance. Immediately I felt uncomfortable. His foot pushed my one leg further out and his hand pulled my thighs apart at the same time. I knew I was open and vulnerable like this. His hand was on my thigh, then crept around the most personal parts of my cheeks, touching my cherry. I knew it. I felt it. He was looking over me most personally, his hand caressing me, his left hand around my waits to hold me secure was I adjusted to the position over his lap with his hands all over me, resting finally on my ass.

I wanted him to hurry, to get this over with, but all I could do was wait!

"Higher, boy!"

He spoke more sharply now and a struggled on my toes to open him.

Hal's hand lifted off my ass and I tensed in fear. Nothing happened but then as soon as I relaxed the palm of his right hand landed hard on my ass. I jerked, jumped, as I felt immediate pain and the loud crack that reverberated throughout the stillness in the room. Almost immediately he lifted his hand and did it again! There on, Hal tanned my ass quickly and with as much strength as he could muster. Soon my tail was on fire. I knew Uncle Hal meant business. He wasn't playing with me. He was spanking me, teaching me a lesson. And it hurt! It really hurt

I clenched my teeth, bit my lip, pounded the floor with my hands, pleaded with him to stop, but Uncle Hal paid me no attention. He just kept on spanking my bare ass!

I couldn't help it! My ass was on fire! I was whimpering. Then tears began to flow freely and I was crying out loud.

Still, Hal kept on slapping and spanking my ass. I cried and fought, but I couldn't escape the hard feel of his hand slapping my ass and hard. It never ended. My tears flowed freely and I was almost screaming in pain now.

Then he stopped. I hung there crying, holding on to his legs, the legs of the chair while his hand rested there on my burning red ass.

Suddenly I realized how utterly alone and privately isolated the two of us were in that room. Eric hadn't come home from the gym at the same time as he always did. I was alone, crying my eyes out over Hal's lap that time with no one to complain to and subject to Uncle Hal's hand just resting there on my own bare, red hot ass, patting it, sometimes fingering it a bit. It didn't matter what I wanted. And when I was over his lap like that, well, anytime he lifted his hand, I tensed, afraid he was going to spank me more. After I'd learned -- no, rather after he'd forced me -- to let lose and I'd cried and struggled myself all out, well, I learned something else too. His hand there on my bare ass after he'd just spanked me to hell and back became strangely comforting. I'd thought at my age I knew it all and didn't need any help from anybody anymore. Uncle Hal, though, wouldn't let me get away with anything. I knew we were a true family now and I had a real Uncle.

Later Eric walked in with his normally cheerful "Hi!" and asked what I'd done all afternoon.

"Oh, nothing special." I'd replied.

How right I was! I soon realized Uncle Hal meant exactly what he'd said. Hal would just show up anytime and worse yet he felt nothing at all about just casually taking down my pants and feeling me up real good or spanking my bare ass good for one reason or another. Sometimes he'd ever just say he was going to spank me because I "needed it, that's all." And when Uncle Hal said I "needed it," well I got it just like Eric did too. I tried everything. I ever made a point of always wearing heavy Levi's in the afternoon just in case he'd show up, but it didn't much matter as he always took them down anyway. The worse though was when he caught me with just a jock and nylon jogging shirts on! That really hurt! Some times he'd take me out for lunch or dinner or just a drink. Even then I never knew if I was going to get it or not. Uncle Hal could really whip my bare ass too believe me! He wasn't ever one to go easy or play games. The more he was around and the more I got to know him, the more often I got my bare ass spanked. He could tan ass real good and when he was tanning mine, well it was always bare and licking until I was always crying and howling like a small boy. He'd just never quit until I was crying for all I was worth. And he didn't care much who was around to see me get it either. Sometimes Eric and I got it together, but it was worse when I was alone. Ya see, I think he paid more attention when he was spanking just me. Not that he didn't spank Eric just as well, but well, when it was just men over his lap sometimes Uncle Hal would do things with his hands and fingers that would take me over the edge while he was spanking me. I got it a lot! No question, though, Uncle Hal got a kick out of bring up Eric and me, spanking us and all. He thought it was good for us! He really believed it was. And, for sure, he did it often enough. For Uncle Hal really it was "nothing special."

As for me, well I never got to the point of Eric and just lounging around in my briefs or less that's all and I never got comfortable with letting it all hand loose and all, but I did loosen up a lot! I liked Eric's freedom that way. But, I lost a real lot of modesty and real fast too, but it still always felt strange the way Uncle Hal would strip me down and all. Eric liked to strut around showing off all he'd got, especially after we were both subject to having very red bottoms. Sounds funny now, but we used to compare sometimes and laugh a lot. It brought us closer, but I still didn't really want anyone, especially him, to know it when my own ass was red and hurting under my Levi's and I did everything I could to keep him from knowing about those times Uncle Hal spanked me alone. Eric _s_e_x_uality blossomed and his attractiveness flowered with all his gym stuff to close to idea in my mind. I just couldn't. _s_h_i_t_! I got spanked an awful lot that second semester.

But don't get the idea Uncle Hal's having taken control of even me was a major problem for me. It actually wasn't that bad because Eric and I signed up together for the same room next year! Having an Uncle like Hal isn't such a bad idea at all! I found out what it was like to be under a man's hand and I grew up real quick like. We were planning a hiking trip later that summer -- and he's threatening Eric and I will be hiking in just our jocks though I don't really think he'd actually make us do it, at least I hope! -- and more skiing in the Fall. And, my grades. . . well they are all straight "A's" now. And, they better stay that way! Uncle Hal looks at all my work and anything he sees he doesn't like, including even small things like my penmanship, can lead to me being on the receiving end of another lesson over Uncle Hal's lap. The last time I saw Uncle Hal, well, we both knew we were parting for at least a few months. He decided to "celebrate" that by taking me out to dinner and that was fine, but he also brought me back later and after taking down my slacks and briefs spanked the hell out of me to stay good that summer! I've never been so red as I was after that night. But, no questions about it, anytime I thought about slacking off or doing something I knew I shouldn't the thought of that last night and the pain his palm caused on my bare ass that last night made me think more than just twice about it. It was like he was standing there right in the room right beside me and warning me all over again.

_d_a_m_n_! It was great knowing Uncle Hal! I just wish there were more men out there like him or at least ones that I knew anyway. It's not just that I learned how to accept a man in my life, in my case I learned that I needed it!

Still do, too. But now I'm not embarrassed to admit it.

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note: The above was written based on long letters and conversations with Tim during his university years and thereafter. It's all real, as he re-told it, non-fiction. His own words and descriptions are used above as much as possible. Tim's now 25 and moving toward being well established. When we met through mutual friends, it was just one of those times when connecting was natural and happened. Though he does not live here, he comes by on holidays frequently and is still very much in touch. The only major change in his life since the events above is that he's lost contact with Eric and Uncle Hal but he has also come to recognize his own personal need to have someone slightly older, possibly wiser, around who to this day wont hesitate to spank him and show him the ropes, though he's still very much embarrassed when it happens. In many ways, he's still looking to meet that man.


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