Dad Gets His Revenge on Me.

by Uncle Marc <>

... continued (I appreciate any and all comments).

Tommy and Eric shaped up from their first spankings. I would come home from work and they would be showered, their rooms were neat and the beds were made. There were no clothes on the floor and no dirty bathrooms. I was completely surprised -- personally I thought it would take a few more butt whippings to get their acts cleaned up. I was proud of them and as far as I was concerned -- the matter was closed.

It was later in the summer that Eric's attitute was changing. He was starting to get flip with me and becoming less and less responsible. Fortunately, on the other hand, Tommy was still keeping up his end of the bargain (respecting my house), I don't think Tommy wanted to end up over my knees again! I began warning Eric that I was not going to stand for his attitude and sloppiness.

"Eric, you know exactly what will happen if this continues." I warned him.

"You have not seen how hard I can punish you backside and YOU would be smart not to put me in that position." I suggested.

"Yeah, whatever." he snidely remarked.

"That just cost you a grounding for the rest of the week, smart guy."

He just looked back at me and rolled his eyes and went to his room.

The next day, it was pouring out. As I was leaving for work, I went into Eric's room to remind him of his grounding. I opened the door and he was laying there on top of his sheet's sound asleep. I realized as I looked at him, just how cute he really was. He was laying there wearing nothing but his black and white checkered boxers. He had very little hair on his legs, arms and chest and his entire body was bronzed from being out in the sun all summer. He was also becoming quite fit from staying at my house this summer. He had started working out fairly regularly and you could see his abs and pecs were becoming quite firm. He was definately gonna make some girl (or boy!) very happy and satisfied someday! I reached down and gave him a gentle push to wake him up. He looked at me and I told him, "Remember, you are grounded for the remainder of the week. That means NO friends over either."

"OK, ok. I heard you last night."

"I'll be home around 6 tonight. Call me if you need me."

With that, he rolled over onto his stomach and I took a look at his cute butt.

When I got home that evening around 5, I couldn't believe what I saw. I drove into my garage and the first thing I noticed was that my light was not working. Then I looked over at the window and noticed that there was a pane broken. The garage was a complete mess.

I went into the house and called the boys. Eric came into the kitchen.

"Where's Tommy?" I asked.

"He's been over Mike's house all day."

"So what the hell happened in my garage today?" I questioned Eric.

"I was going to clean-up before you got home, but I wasn't expecting you until after 6."

I was pissed. "I had specifically told you that you were grounded and there was to be no friends over. How were you going to fix the light and window?"

"I'm sorry, it won't happen again."

"Too late for apologies. When I tell you something, I expect you to listen. Come with me downstairs." I told him.

"Your not going to spank me are you?"

"... and give me one reason why I shouldn't?"

"I'm sorry, we'll pay for the light and window." begged Eric.

"Too late for apologies. And what do you mean we'll pay for the window. Who was over the house today?" I questioned.

Caught! "Ahhhhm." looking around the room for an answer.

"Off with the shirt and the pants," I ordered.

I sat down and watched Eric slowly undress in front of me. He was even better looking than I noticed in the semi-dark room this morning. His pysique was more sculptured than I expected for a 16 year old. I had been preparing for another spanking session since the last time I had spanked both Tommy and Eric. I had brought down a hair brush and wooden paddle and left them under the sofa. Eric's eyes bulged when he saw me reach under the sofa for them.

"Please. Please, Uncle Marc, Sir.." he whispered again as I reached over and picked up the hairbrush.

There he was standing in front of me wearing just a pair of long green, purple and white checkered cotton boxers. I grabbed him by his arm and brought him close to me. I reached for the waist band of his boxers and slowly pulled them down. My left hand rubbed up against his semi-hard _c_o_c_k_. I paid no attention to it, and placed him over my knees. His boxers were down around his ankles to prevent him from kicking to much.

"I've had it, Eric." I tapped one cheek, lightly, just to see how he'd react. He took in a sharp breath. "You've been messing up..." Tap to the other cheek ".... too many times. I'm tired of it." Tap! "And so you've got to learn...." Tap! "...that if you break something" Thwack! "'re gonna end up like this..." Thwack! "...every time you mess up!" Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry! Please, Uncle Marc! Please! I'm sorry"' I brought that hairbrush down hard all over Eric's gorgeous backside. He started to kick his legs a little, and was squirming his butt around. But he didn't get up. And he could've gotten up - if he'd really wanted to - at any moment while I was spanking him.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

"No! Please, Uncle Marc! Ow! No!"

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

His ass was getting pink. Real pink. I lit into it harder. _s_h_i_t_, it was what Eric deserved, and maybe what he wanted. He was careless, and if he'd done the same thing at home his old man would have just grounded him and he wouldn't have learned to respect other people's property.

Thwack! "That's for the window pane!" Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! "And the light. Thwack!

Thwack! "And how many friends did you have over, Eric?" Thwack!

"Ow! Oh! Three, Sir. Three!"

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

"After I specifically told you no one over the house today!" Hell, that brush must've stung like _s_h_i_t_! Those buns writhed around; they opened and closed, and opened again, flashing the furry walls of Eric's butt. But he didn't move from where he was - right over my knee.

Thwack! Thwack!

I tossed the brush aside and picked up the paddle. "A good god_d_a_m_n_ed spanking! That's the way to get through to you, isn't it?" I shouted at him. He lay there over my knee, panting, flexing that manly, furry ass of his, which was now the rosy color of a well-hairbrushed bottom. "This is for that little mess you made, you're going to take it with the paddle.

Got it?"


"Ow! No! No! Please!" Kathwack!

"Ouch! Not the paddle!" Kathwack! Kathwack! Kathwack! "Ow! Ow! I won't bust anything else.

Ow! I won't"

Kathwack! Kathwack!

"Please! Please! Oooowwww"

Kathwack! Kathwack Kathwack! Kathwack!

"Ohhh! Ooww! Oooowwww! Oowww!"

Those buns were crimson; scarlet; fuchsia. There were dark, raised places all over his butt, from his waist down almost to the tops of his thighs. He bounded and bellowed wildly, his legs windmilllng, his asshole flashing, his _d_i_c_k_ and balls flopping, with that butt to die for squirming hopelessly under the paddle. The racket of his bawling and the constant whack of that wood on ass was enough to wake the dead. I hoped no one could hear us.

Little did I know...

Kathwack! Kathwack! Kathwack! Kathwack! "You deserved this didn't you?"

"Ooowww! Ooowwww! Yeaahh! Ooohhh! I deserved it! I did! Yeah! _s_h_i_t_, yeah! Yes, Sir! I deserved it! Uncle Marc! Ahhhh! N-noooooo more!! Owwwwww!"

"What the hell is going on here?" shouted Jim (Eric's dad). I hadn't seen him walk down the stairs nor was I expecting him tonight.

I stopped paddling Eric and looked over at Jim. "I'm administering a spanking to Eric as a punishment for breaking my house rules. Eric was totally aware of the rules and had been forewarned.

"No one spanks my kids." says Jim.

"Maybe if you spanked them while they were growing up they wouldn't be such brats."

At this time, Eric had gotten off my knee's, pulled up his boxers, tears coming down his cheeks and rubbing his very sore and red backside. "Is this the first time you've been spanked by Uncle Marc, Eric?" asked his father.

"No, he spanked Tommy and me last month, but it's the first time on my bare bottom with the hair brush and paddle." said Eric between sobs.

Jim glared over at me and said, "You have no right spanking my kids without my approval, which I would never have given. Maybe you need a taste of your own medicine!" Jim said angrily to me.


Jim walked over, grabbed me and told me to take off my clothes. "Let's see how you like being taken over my knees and spanked with brush and paddle on your ass!"

I slowly stripped down to my Calvin Klein boxer shorts and layed over Jim's knees. I wasn't going to argue. He stood 2 inches taller than me and was much stronger. Plus, he was extremely hot looking. I could see where Eric got his good looks. I think I wanted this spanking.... or did I?

Eric stood there in front of me with a smile on his face. Jim started off by giving me an old-fashioned OTK spanking with his hand. "Owwwww"

Jim continued the hard slaps across my bottom cheeks and I was responding in kind. I squirmed, kicked and did everything I could to try and avoid the blows from his stinging hands. However, Jim held me down tightly and spanked away. The rapid blows from his powerful hands were really starting to sting and I knew that I was about to cry. I didn't want that kind of humiliation so with every ounce of strength that I had left, I attempted to get up and jump off Jim's lap. He caught me just as I started up and in a flash I was back down across his knees. "On no, you're not going anywhere Marc, your punishment is just beginning." I heard Eric chuckling loudly and I knew now that I was in for the same kind of juvenile punishment that he had just received from me.

Jim then picked up the hairbrush and smacked it down squarely across the center of my butt. I let out a surprised yell. He continued with many more rapid successive blows that must have left red marks on my bottom that could have been seen for a mile. I was now openly sobbing and becoming uncontrollable. My composure as well as my pride was gone, I was now openly begging. I was crying as much as Eric was earlier when he was getting his bare bottom tanned. Finally, Jim stopped.

For a moment I thought my humiliating punishment was over. Boy was I wrong! Jim took hold of the waistband of my white Calvin Klein boxer shorts and started dragging them down. He was actually going to bare my bottom in front of him and Eric. I tried to prevent him but the more I struggled, the more I felt my shorts being pulled down. Finally I felt cool air across my hot bottom and I knew that Jim had succeeded in baring my backside. While trying to twist away from him, I turned over which allowed him to also pull down the front of my shorts thereby exposing my naked front to the both of them as well as my bottom. My last shred of dignity was stripped away and I was turned back over his knee to await my now bare bottom punishment. If I thought the hairbrush hurt earlier on the seat of my shorts, the first crack of the wood across my bare ass really set me on fire. I let out a yell that I'm sure my neighbors heard. That didn't stop Jim from continuing. He followed with about 30 more hard smacks of the hairbrush across my naked and swollen bottom before he stopped. I was beyond pain. I was now just praying that it would be over. I begged, pleaded and promised Jim anything if he would just stop spanking me.

My punishment was now complete or was it?

"Eric, go upstairs and pack for the weekend. Then meet me in the car."

After Eric got dressed and went up stairs, Jim looked over at me. I was still blubbering. He said, "That was the most fun I've had since I got a blowjob, not that I couldn't use one right now."

Upon hearing that, I quickly moved across the four foot space and kneeled down in front of him, my face at his crotch level. "Hey, wait..." he said, backing into the wall.

"Dude. Relax." I said, looking up at him. "You want a blow job and I'm in the mood to suck some _c_o_c_k_." I slowly put my hand on his crotch.

With a little hesitation in his voice, Jim said "Go with it."

He sat down on the sofa, closed his eyes and didn't say anything another word. I put my hand on his stomach and unbottoned and lowered his chino's to his ankles. I reached for the waistband of his gray Structure boxers. He gasped when I closed my hand around his semi-hard _c_o_c_k_. Not wanting to lose the momentum, I pulled his _d_i_c_k_ out and slid his boxers down.

He had a seven inch _d_i_c_k_, cut, with a great head. I stuck the tip in my mouth and swallowed the still soft rod. I sucked on it and stroked it in and out of my mouth. I was rewarded when his _c_o_c_k_ started to harden again.

"OOOOOoooohhh...." He intoned quietly. I looked up at him to see his head thrown back against the top of the sofa, eyes closed. "Yeah....yeah." he said as I slid his hot throbbing _c_o_c_k_ in and out of my mouth. I worked on the head, sucking the tip between my lips and then plunging the rod into my mouth. He got as hard as a steel pipe. "Oh yeah." He put his hand on the top of my head. "Suck my _c_o_c_k_." he begged me.

"Mmmmmm." I moaned as I started to slide his _d_i_c_k_ in and out of my mouth. He was perfect, big enough to completely fill my mouth and stretch my lips around it but not enough to hurt.

I pulled my hard-on over the waistband of my boxers and started pulling on it with my left hand. I wrapped my right hand around Jim's _c_o_c_k_ and started jacking him off as I pistoned up and down on his meat.

I openned my mouth and he stuffed his _c_o_c_k_ down my throat. I gagged slighlty as he pushed it in and out. He drove it up and down until he was _f_u_c_k_ing my face so hard his balls slapped against my chin.

"Yeah. Suck it." He said. He put his hands on the side of my head and started pulling me up and down. "That's it, yeah." I jacked him faster and started concentrating my sucking on the head of his _d_i_c_k_, sliding it in and out of my mouth. "Oh. Oh yeah. Oh. Oh." He moaned.

His legs tensed. "Agh!" He blurted and I felt a blast of cum shoot into my mouth. I kept moving up and down as he started to shout, pumping the cum out of his _d_i_c_k_. "Oh God, god, oh..." He trailed off as another stream went off. His legs started to shake. "_f_u_c_k_!"

Jim yelled. Then his _c_o_c_k_ let loose with an eruption of cum, pouring out like a hose. He came almost immediately, like a gusher, shooting his load. He groaned hard and dropped his whole body onto me, still pumping his _c_o_c_k_ in and out of my mouth. I swallowed again and again and again as his _d_i_c_k_ shot, taking it all down my throat.

He slowly dropped back into a sitting position on the sofa. I went with him, keeping his still hard _c_o_c_k_ in my mouth. I was yanking on my _d_i_c_k_ as fast as I could. I felt my own explosion about to hit. "MMMMfffff!" I groaned, his _c_o_c_k_ still in my mouth, and shot a huge load onto the floor.

We were both motionless. Jim had let himself fall onto his back on the sofa, his arm over his eyes. I was still kneeling between his legs with his softening _d_i_c_k_ in my mouth. I sucked on him until he was completely flaccid. Finally I leaned back and released his _c_o_c_k_.

Jim didn't move. "Hey. Umm. Well, thanks." He said quietly. He stood up and quickly pulled his boxers and chinos up, dressed himself and began walking up the stairs. "By the way, I don't appreciate you spanking my sons. And it sounds like you spanked them each a few times this past summer. I still owe you a few more spankings. I'll be back to personally administer them when your home alone." My eyes lit up with excitement... "I'll be waiting." I quietly said with a huge smile on my face while rubbing a very painful butt.

-- to be continued.

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