Colin and I - Summer of '98 - Part II


by Uncle Dave

I hadn't been to my parents cabin since I was a teen, and I had forgotten how much I loved being up there. It was right on the lake, and by the time we got there the sun was beginning to set, turning the water a bright redorange. It was really beautiful up there, peaceful and quiet, and there was no one around which made it even more relaxing.

"This place is awesome!" Colin excitedly exclaimed as he got out of the car and immediately ran up to the edge of the lake. I would definately have been bored out of my mind without him there with me, but as I stood there watching him run around like all innocent 11-year-olds do it made all the difference.

We were both a bit tired from the trip, and after we ate our little cookout we sat at the edge of the lake watching the stars shine on the water. I couldn't recall the last time I had felt so happy. It was great just being there with him, just the two of us alone together.

Finally we decided to go inside and turn in for the night. By the time I brought everything in from the car Colin was sound asleep on the bed with the covers still down. All he had on was a pair of blue, cotton underpants that were tightly fitted around his cute bottom. He looked so peaceful laying there. There's nothing like standing there and watching a cute, little boy sleep peacefully.

I finally climbed into bed and laid beside him. I rubbed my hand gently over his back. Then I slid my fingers in the waistband of his underwear and gently pulled them down just below his bottom. His buns were still a little red from the spanking I had given him earlier, and I was just glad that he hadn't resented me for it. I gently rubbed my hand over his bottom and down between his crack. After awhile I could no longer keep my eyes open and drifted off to sleep.

I woke up the next morning and immediately noticed something was wrong. It took me a moment to fully wake up and realize what it was. Colin wasn't there. I got up and looked around the cabin, but he was nowhere to be found. I walked outside, clad only in my cutoff sweats. I searched around for a moment and then when I turned toward the lake I finally noticed him splashing playfully in the water.

"Come on in Uncle Dave! It feels good," he said as he continued to splash and swim around. (Uncle Dave was what he always called me due to our close relationship).

"Colin, come here," I said firmly.

He got out of the water, fully naked, and walked over to me. He could tell right away that I looked a little upset.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Colin, what did we learn in camp last year about swimming alone?" I asked him.

"That we should always have a partner in case something happens," he replied.

"That's right," I told him. "I don't see anyone else out here with you."

"Yeah, but you were right inside there," he defended.

"I know Colin, but first of all I didn't know where you were, and second I couldn't have heard or seen you if you were in trouble."

"Are you gonna spank me?" he nervously asked.

"I'm sorry Colin, but a rule is a rule, and I know that you know that you're not supposed to swim without someone else present," I told him. I took him by the hand and walked him over to the picnic table beside the cabin. He was dripping wet as I sat down and pulled him over my lap. I started off with ten fast smacks across his bare bottom.

"Yeeeeoooowwww!" he cried.

I rubbed my hand over his bottom and gave him ten more quick smacks. He was kicking and crying loudly. I waited a few moments and then gave him ten more. His bottom was bright red and obviously very sore.

"I'm sorry! Please stop!" he loudly cried as he moved his hand back to cover his bottom.

"Colin, move your hand," I sternly told him.

"No, please, no more!" he begged.

I grabbed his hand away from his bottom and began to smack him again and again until my hand stung too much to continued. His bottom was dark red from top to bottom and even between his crack, and he was wailing loudly. I picked him up, carried him into the cabin, and then stood him in the corner.

"Have you learned your lesson?" I asked him ten minutes later."

"Yes," he solemnly replied.

I called him over to me and rubbed some cream all over his bottom to soothe his sore buns. I even rubbed my fingertip over his tight, little hole. He squirmed a little, and when I saw his front I noticed he had an erection.

"Do you like that?" I asked him, continuing to play with his hole. He nodded and I reached around and took his small erection firmly in my hand. I gently, yet firmly began to stroke him and he got as hard as his little, 11-year-old penis could get. "Colin, I don't like having to spank your little fanny, but you know that I only do so because I care about you and don't want anything bad to happen to you, right?"

"I know," he replied, seeming to forget about the sore bottom he had as I stroked and rubbed him and continued to play with his hole.

Of course I loved every moment that my hand smacked against his naked, little buns, but I wasn't going to tell him that.

He didn't disobey again until that afternoon when he pointed the bb. gun I had given him at some ducks on the lake. I had warned him not to point the gun at any living creatures, whether it was a person or an animal of any kind. I hauled him inside the cabin, pulled down his pants and underwear, and then paddled him severely with a large, flat, wooden spatula. But his punishment was not yet over. I opened one of the suitcases I had brought and took out a red bag, complete with a hose. I was sure he would learn his lesson after this.

To be continued...


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