Bathroom Spanking


by Josh K.

It was two days before my twelfth birthday. I was being watched by my Uncle James while my parents were out of town for the week. They planned to be back in time for my birthday. Anyway, my Uncle James and I got along pretty well, that is until this particular day.

I had gotten a paddling at school the previous day for fighting, and I was supposed to get a note signed by my parents, or in this case Uncle James. When I returned that day without the note nobody said anything about it. I went home that day thinking the matter had been forgotten.

Later that afternoon the phone rang and Uncle James got it. I was upstairs in the bathroom, leisurely sitting on the toilet. Suddenly the bathroom door swung open and Uncle James walked in.

"Hey, I'm in here!" I said with a very embarrassed look.

"I just recieved a call from your principal. Would you know anything about that?" he asked.

"No," I replied, trying to cover myself. I felt more and more humiliated with him standing there while I was trying to go to the bathroom.

"Well then, I suppose I'll just have to help you remember," he said. He quickly grabbed my arm and yanked me up from the toilet.

"Hey, what are you doing?" I asked in a loud, mortified voice.

He put his arm around my head in a vice and bent me over, placing my head between his legs, just under his crotch. A shower of swats began to rain down upon my bare buttocks. I was so surprised since I had never been spanked like this before, and he had never spanked me before.

"You are a very bad boy!" he said loudly as he repeatedly smacked my butt with one hand. His other hand was on one of my butt cheeks, prying them apart so that my crack was left exposed for smacking. I was stamping my feet and crying very loudly, but no matter how hard I tried I could not get away. He didn't seem to care that my butt was dirty and he was spreading the filth all over my buns, not to mention his hand.

After about twenty five hard swats he wiped my butt clean and and washed his hands. Then he dragged me off to my room where he put me over his knees and spanked me harder and longer than I could ever have imagined anyone doing. I screamed and kicked and flailed my arms, but it was no use. He wasn't going to let me up until he was finished. When he did finished my bottom was so sore that I couldn't even pull my pants back up. This wasn't the only spanking I ever got, but it was definately the most memorable.


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