First Time for Nephews


by J.R.

This is a true story of a recent occurrence between my nephews and I.

My sister is currently going through a divorce, trying to raise two young kids on her own. One weekend, Colin, my older nephew who is ten, was in a soccer tournament. My sister had a lot to do on that particular Saturday, and since I knew she had not had much time to herself in quite some time I decided that I would take Colin to the tournament, and I would also take Austin, my two-yearold nephew along.

At first things were going okay, but everytime Colin and Austin were together they were always fighting about something. It wasn't until the car ride home that they both began to really get on my nerves.

"Stop it!" Colin suddenly yelled.

"What's going on back there?" I asked as I looked in the rear view mirror at the two of them in the back seat.

"He keeps grabbing my game," Colin replied, referring to a game-boy he had brought along for the one-and-a-half hour car ride.

Just then I noticed Colin raise his hand to hit Austin. "Colin, don't even think about it!" I told him sternly.

"Tell him to stop bothering me!" Colin loudly answered.

"You two have been fighting all day, and I'm tired of hearing it," I told them. "If you two don't stop you're both going to get a spanking."

I had never spanked either of them before, but from the tone of my voice they could both tell that I was serious. It had been a rather long day, and all I wanted to do was get home and relax. I wasn't in any mood to hear them fighting all the way home.

The fighting stopped only temporarily, and Austin began whining because Colin pinched him. I didn't say anything this time, but I immediately got off at the next exit and pulled into an Exxon station. "Both of you come with me," I said as I got Austin out of his car-seat. We went into the lobby and got a key to the restroom and then walked around to the side of the station where the restroom was. I unlocked the door and walked in with Austin. Colin remained out in the doorway. "Colin, come in here," I told him.

"Why?" he asked.

"Because both of you are getting a spanking," I replied.

"That's not fair!" he complained. "I didn't do anything."

"I told you both to stop fighting and you didn't, so now you're both going to get spanked for it," I said. "Now, come in here or I will spank you out there right in front of everyone."

Colin reluctantly came inside the restroom and I shut the door behind him. I knelt down on one knee beside Colin and slid my fingers in the waistband of his soccer shorts. I pulled them down below his knees.

"What are you doing?" Colin asked with a surprised look.

"I'm pulling your pants down for your spanking," I told him as I slid my fingers in the waistband of his underwear.

He looked pretty nervous, as well as embarrassed. "Please don't pull down my undies!" he begged.

"I warned you Colin and you didn't listen," I told him as I slid his underwear down. I knew he still got plenty of spankings at home, but hardly ever was it bare.

"Bend over," I told him as I assisted him across my one knee. I pulled his shirt-tail up a little to entirely uncover his bottom, and then I placed my hand on his back to hold him in place. I raised my hand and brought it down hard across the center of his bare bottom.

"Ooooowwwww!!" he immediately began to cry.

I smacked Colin's bare bottom hard and repeatedly. He squirmed and wailed as loud as he could. Luckily he couldn't kick because both his feet were on the floor. I gave him twenty-five swats, which left every inch of his bare bottom dark red. I could see a few handprints across his little buns. When I stood him up he immediately began to hold his sore bottom as he howled. His little penis danced as he jumped around. I grabbed his arm and whacked his behind two more times. "Hold still," I warned him as I pulled up his underwear and shorts.

Austin had stood there quietly through the entire ordeal with Colin. I knelt down on one knee next to him and pulled his pants all the way down. I then unfastened the tapes of his diaper and removed it. I laid him across my knee and gave him ten stinging slaps across his tiny, naked rear. He screamed and kicked, and his little bottom was completely red when I finished. I laid him on the floor, opened his diaper bag, and rubbed lotion and powder all over his little bottom and wee-wee. I then took out another diaper, put it on him, and then pulled up his pants.

I left the restroom holding the hands of two crying, little boys who were rubbing their bottoms. It was obvious that they had been spanked.


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