Mine


by Spankjoy

"This time you gave gone too far. You know I have your mother's permission to punish you in whatever way I think right."

He was 13, just in from school, still dressed in his school clothes...

"I'm sorry, uncle, I didn't mean...."

He stood before me, shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other, clutching his schoolbag. We were in the hallway.

"It's no good telling me stories. Your teacher told me exactly what you did..."

He was fairhaired, quite tall for his age, fresh-faced. He blushed. I enjoyed the blush.

"You may well be embarrassed. An 11 year old boy!"

He was speechless. He knew that I must know. His face moved from pink to red. His schoolbag had fallen to the floor. I could make him writhe.

"Pulling his pants and shorts down. Why?"

He hung his head in dumb shame. "Don't tell mum," he whispered.

I had him where I wanted him. I had power.

"You want it kept secret? You have to take whatever punishment I give."

"I will. Anything."

He had blue eyes. He wore a white school shirt and striped tie.

"Anything? You really mean that?"

I looked downward at his black cord long trousers and black leather shoes. He was.. well-made .. one might say, attractive. I had control.

"Yes Sir, anything." His eyes pleaded.

"I see. Draw all the blinds and curtains downstairs everywhere."

It was still daylight on a summer's day....

"And turn on the lights. Then come back here. Be sharp about it, boy."

For a moment he cast a puzzled look in my direction, then snapped into action.

While he was gone, I imagined what I can do with my dominance, planned his humiliation. My heart thumped faster with raw excitement.

He returned.

"All done?"

"Yes uncle."

"Take off your shoes, put them in the utility room and come back here."

Nothing strange in that for him. Shoes off is in the rule in my house. He padded back in white socks.

"Come to the dining room."

He followed me there. I sat. He stood before me.

"Where did you do this - with the eleven year old?"

"At the back of the school - at dinner - there's a disused wooden hut."

"You on your own?"

"No, me and a friend."

"A friend your age?"

"Yes uncle."

"You planned it?"

"Kind of.. only just a little before..."

"To strip him?"

He hung his head and blushed again.

"Say it if it's true. You planned to strip him."

"Yes uncle."

"No. Get this right. Say, 'We planned to strip him'."

"We planned to strip him."

"Who had the idea first?"

"I did." Tears were coming into his eyes.

"No good crying. This kid, he ever did you any harm?"

"No uncle."

"But you planned to strip him."

"Yes."

"So it's OK if I strip you?"

His eyes opened wide with dismay.

"It's OK is it? Seeing as you did it to him? Is it? Answer me."

"No... well ... I don't know uncle."

"Would you enjoy me stripping you?"

"No uncle."

"Why's that?"

"Well. It would be..."

"Embarrassing? Humiliating? Like the little boy felt when you had his shorts around his ankles..."

"Yes uncle...."

"But you did it to the little boy. You pulled his pants and shorts down, you lifted his shirt... You did lift his shirt didn't you?"

"Yes but..."

"No buts. You lifted his shirt and looked at his dick. That right?" I gave him no time to reply. "So your punishment starts with me stripping you. Just so as you know how it feels. Come closer."

He came closer. He was flushed. I reached forward and placed my hands on the belt of his cords. He knew better than to resist. He was mine.

I undid his belt and top snap and very slowly, tantalizingly, pulled down his zip. Placing a hand on each of his hips I hauled his cords to his ankles.

"Put your hands, clasped, on your head. Yes. Now, tell me, how does it feel to have your pants at your ankles in front of your uncle, knowing that soon you're going to be stripped even further...?"

A tear ran down his face.

"Not good huh?" I undid the top button of his shirt, then unknotted his tie and put it on the table. He still had his hands on his head.

"Step out of the trousers and give them to me."

He did this and I placed them over a dining chair.

"Come close again."

He came close, just in shirt, shorts and socks. I unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his firm, hairless, smooth chest and abdomen.

"Turn round."

He turned. I took his shirt off his shoulders and placed it on the table.

Now he was just in his white Y-front jockey underpants and white socks. I could see my ultimate target, his beautifully rounded, tight young arse. My nephew. To punish as I saw fit. Mine.

"Turn back to face me."

He turned back, letting me see him full frontal.

"So you looked at his dick. Was it big?"

He blushed some more. "Not very, uncle".

"Not as big as yours?"

He seemed unable to speak.

"Well, let's take a look at yours. I placed my hands on the waistband of his Y-fronts.

He flinched. "Uncle, is there some other punishment? I don't want you to take my jocks off. Please!"

"Did you offer the little boy any choice?"

He hung his head. I pulled his Y-fronts to just above his knees, letting him look ridiculous. His dick was circumcised, maybe five inches, soft, with a small amount of hair. I saw it briefly before he put his hands in front of him in embarrassment at his nakedness.

"Put your hands on your head again."

Miserably he did so. I pulled his underpants to his ankles, smelling the warmth of his genitals as my head went downward. "Step out of them and give them to me."

He handed me his underpants. I folded them, slowly and deliberately and placed them also on the table. He puts his hands back on his head.

"Did he have hair around his _c_o_c_k_ like you do?"

He shook his head.

"Go to the kitchen and wait for me there." I watched his arse bobbing out of the room.

I joined him in the kitchen, when I had gathered a razor and some shaving foam.

"Lie on the kitchen table, on your back."

He did so.

"Put your hands under the back of your head. Good."

I stood by the side of the long table, at the level of his genitals, facing him. He was at my mercy.

"The little boy had no pubic hair. Fine. And I expect you laughed at him. So now, you can have no pubic hair. I shall shave it off."

I moistened a flannel and thoroughly wet his _c_o_c_k_, his pubic hair. Then I put some shaving foam on my hands and smoothed it into his bush and then onto the base of his _c_o_c_k_. Thin beads of sweat were running down his forehead. His chest was blushing now, as well as his face.

I shaved the hair above his _c_o_c_k_. Then I picked his _c_o_c_k_ up in my hand and started to shave that. He rapidly went rock hard.

"I'm sorry, uncle," he started to apologise, mortified at this latest exposure.

I took no notice. "Lift your legs up and hold your knees upto your chest. Yes." I put foam around his scrotum and down along his perineum. There was little to shave. But I shaved to embarrass.

I rinsed him off. "Kneel on the table at this end with your knees apart and head down. Excellent!" He had opened his arsecheeks and exposed his arsehole. I filled the cleft with foam and carefully shaved that too, before rinsing it off. His body was bald like a little boy's.

"Good." I handed him a towel and had him dry himself thoroughly in all the private places. He was still rock hard.

"Follow me to your bedroom."

I led him to his room and sat on his bed.

"Stand facing me, between my legs, then bend over to your left."

He bent across my right thigh. I brought my thighs together over his legs and placed my right hand on his back.

"Now you will be punished."

I brought my left hand down hard on first one then the other buttock. His buttocks started absolutely white and smooth. I continued to smack. His buttocks gradually went pink, then red.

He was beginning to be sore. I knew this because he was shifting around and beginning to grunt as each smack rained down.

I stopped. "Come," I said. "Follow me."

I led him down to the living room, where there was a pouffe. I had him sit astride it, then lean right forward with his head down over the edge. Once again I could see the inner surfaces of his red buttocks. I removed my broad leather belt and doubled it over, before bringing it down sharply, exactly in line with his cleft. He yelled out with pain.

I enjoyed the yell, wanted it to hurt. I started to leather him, eventually kneeling by him and pressing on his back to stop him from shifting. His legs were kicking and he was shouting now.

I stopped. "Apologize!" I hit him again.

"I apologize!"

I hit him again. "Louder!"

"I APOLOGIZE!" he shouted. "Please, uncle, stop, you're hurting me."

I hit him again. He wept.

I stopped. He fell off the pouffe onto the floor. I sat by his side and stroked his shoulders until he calmed.

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