The following multi-multi-part saga-epic is a revisit and continuation of an earlier APPLE BUTT story (archived under the UNLCE ROD archives). While the content is all original, some of these stories are reworkings of others stories. Enjoy!
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"Now, little man," he said after he had broken me, "Are you sorry?"
"Y-y-yes sir," I mumbled, as I furiously rubbed my beaten rump.
"Good," he said, as a smile crept on his face. "Now, be a good little boy and go over to your cousins and say your sorry. " The he added, "And ask if they would like to also spank you too."
"WHAT!?!" I screamed in my mind - I dared not protest, no matter how unfair this seemed.
"You mean we can paddle him too, Uncle Markley?" Stan said, bouncing up and down.
"It seems only fair, since he tried to get you into trouble," Markley said, nudging me over to face more punishment. "Go on, boy. Don't be afraid. They won't bite you. Ask them."
"COOL!" Stan and Derek both said, as I sheepishly walked over to them. This was so humilating. Spanked naked in front of them should have been more than enough punishment, but to have them also get a turn paddling me seemed almost barbaric.
I looked one more time over my shoulder to see if Markley was teasing - he wasn't. My crying began to pick up, as I turned to the little brats and actually said (not looking directly into their grinning faces), "I'm sorry I tried to get you into trouble."
I gulped between sobs.
"W-w-would-would you spank me...." I said, almost on the verge of hysterics.
"You didn't say, 'please!'" that ass-hole, Markley added.
"Would you p-p-please spank m-me," I somehow managed to get out, knowing _d_a_m_n_ well what the answer would be.
The two brothers looked at each other and then their father. "Can we, Pa?" 12 year old Derek asked with a big _s_h_i_t_ eating grin. "I promise we'll do a good job at it!"
"Yeah, please Daddy!" Stan chimed in. "It'll be ever so much fun!"
"You sure you two can handle it?" their father asked, in all seriousness. "Discipline is a very important part in a young man's life, you think you are up for the challenge."
""Oh, yes I do!" Derek said, as his younger brother frantically nodded his head.
"I mean it, boys," their father contiued. "Tommy is counting on you both to do a good job. It isn't every day a 15 year old is spanked by his 11 year old and 12 year old cousins, and you two need to know how important this is
"We know, pa," Derek said in equal seriousness. "We'll do right by Tommy."
"You really realize the importance of your roles in this?" Bill continued. "Because this is something that Tommy needs to remember for a very long time."
"He won't forget us, Daddy," the eleven year old chimed in.
"You can be proud of us, Dad," Derek then added.
"Well, since Tommy asked you so nicely, I suppose so," Bill said, tussling Derek's wet, blond hair. "But I think you two should just use your hands, and not the paddle."
"Ahhhh, Daaaaaad!" Stan said, stomping his foot. I was slightly relieved.
"Now, that paddle is used just for his father and him, and besides it looks like it's still sore enough plenty so that your hands will make enough of an impression," Markley brother said, as they all laughed.
"Well, Tom, get a move on it young man," Markley said, pushing me towards the bench. "Take your little cousin, Derek, over by the hand and have him have a go atcha. Then Stan can go, and if he wants to maybe even your uncle."
Standing there totally naked, with my shriveled prepubsecent pecker flopping about, I reached out and took Derek by the hand. Together we walked back over to the bench where I stopped. I was still crying pretty hard. The 12 year old little _s_h_i_t_ was still loving every second of it!
Derek sat down, and pulled me towards him, then over his lap. He ajusted me a few time; I had to put my arms out to brace myself with the floor. "Is this right, Daddy?" he asked.
"Sure is, boy," Bill said. "Now, let's see what you can do!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
Derek began with three sharp, hard swipes right in the middle of my already sore, aching ass. I screamed out in pain, but didn't move.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"OOOOH! Please! Not so h-h-hard!" I cried out to their delight.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
Derek spanked pretty hard for a first timer. With my ass already worn out, it didn't take much for this 12 year old to reduce me to a crying little boy.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"This will give you good practice for when he has his own naughty sons," Bill said to his brother, Markley.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"Nooooooooooooooo!" I wailed. This was so much worse than anything I had experienced before.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!!
"Thanks so much, Uncle Markley!" Derek called out.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"This is a blast!" he continued, going faster and harder, as my cries never stopped.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"Just think of it as practice," Markley said, admiring his nephew's HANDy work.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"For the rest of your stay I'm going to depend on you and your brother...." Markley began.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"To keep an eye out for my boy," he continued.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!! SPANK!!
"OOOOOOOOHHHHHH!!!" I moaned out in agony.
"If you catch him being naughty again, I want both of you boys to feel free...."
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"To teach him a lesson!" I barely understood what he was saying, but I knew it was no good!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!
"COOL!" Both boys said in unison again.
SPANK! SPANK!! SPANK!
"MMMMMMMM!!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"Man!" Derek said, pausing for a moment. "My hand is hurting!" he continued, while shaking it in the air, before continuing.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"Imagine what his butt must be feeling like!" 11 year old Stan said to his brother with a hearty laugh.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"No thanks!" Derek replied back, as he finally finished. He stood right up, as I fell to the ground, clutching my ass for all that it was worth (which at this point was not very much). "Your turn, bro!"
Stan came over and yanked me off the floor, and then he began with a much slower, and much harder beating than his brother had given.
SWAT! SWAT!
"Man! Is his fanny hot!" Stan said, after giving me his first two smacks.
SWAT! SWAT!
"He'll be sleeping on his tummy for a week," Bill chimed in.
SWAT! SWAT!
"Well, that's what happens to naughty little boys!" Derek exclaimed with glee, as he went over and hugged his Pa.
SWAT! SWAT!
"That's right, boy!" Bill said.
SWAT! SWAT!
"OOOOOHHHH!"
SWAT! SWAT!
They were all enjoying this a little too much if you asked me!
SWAT SWAT!
Stan began hitting the "sweet spot" at the base of my cheeks, and the top of my legs.
SWAT! SWAT!
Up until then, that area had been pretty much ignored.
SWAT! SWAT!
"OOOOOWWWWW! OOOoooooooh!" I squealed in agony, as I started bucking up and down.
SWAT! SWAT!
"Calm yourself, Tom!" Markley barked. "Let Stan do his job!"
SWAT! SWAT!
"Yeah, little boy," Stan said with a laugh. "We're just getting started.
SWAT! SWAT!
The fire on my ass was so intense, I was sure that the smoke detectors would be going off!
SWAT! SWAT!
"OH! Please! No more-more-more.....I've had e-e-nough!" I slobbered.
SWAT! SWAT!
"No, sorry, boy," Markley laughed. "The spank-EE doesn't decide when they've had enough!" They all howled with laughter again.
SWAT! SWAT!
"Look! He's stopped his wigging!" Stan pointed out, as he continued.
SWAT! SWAT!
"He knows whose in charge of him!" Markley chuckled.
SWAT! SWAT!
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH!!!" I moaned in such pain, laying there still over his lap.
SWAT! SWAT!
"Atta boy, Tom," Stan said. "Almost done!"
SWAT! SWAT!
Then he finally gave his last (worst) two!
SWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT! SWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!
Like his brother, he stood right up and dumped me on the floor.
"Way to go, Stan!" Derek said, giving him high-fives. "His butt is SO red!"
"So, you gonna go next, Daddy?" Stan asked Bill.
"Nah, I think you guys did a fine job. A fine job indeed," he said, tassling both of their heads this time.
"Tommy," Markley barked at me. "Stand up." Slowly I did as I was told, as I wiped away as many of the tears as I could on my skinny arm. "I want you to stay down here until you stop your crying."
"Y-yes sir," I somehow managed to stammer out.
"And if you take too long," he said, as they all started going up the stairs, "We'll all be back for more!"
"All right!" I heard Derek laugh, as he took another glimpse of me and my shining, red ass.
I was in such miserable shape. Life with Markley was really making life with my Uncle and real cousin look like a day at the _f_u_c_k_ing beach!
I tried to pull myself together, but just when I'd stop crying I'd think about those little brats with their big hairy dicks seeing me still getting spanked like a little (hairless) child, then spanking me themselves and I'd start again. I really didn't want to go upstairs and face the embarrassment of seeing everyone again, but I knew the longer I waited the angrier Markley would be.
Eventually I was able to make the long trip up the stairs and into the living room where they all sat talking as if nothing ever happened.
"Well, look whose here," Markley laughed as I walked in, still nude; they all stopped and looked at me. "You feeling better, boy?"
"Yeah, I guess," I said softly. "Can I go up to my room, sir?" I then asked.
"After you apologize again to your Uncle Bill for disrupting his visit," he said, as his eyes went up and down my naked little body, "....and to your little cousins for getting them to do something that I knew was wrong."
"I'm sorry Uncle Bill," I said, really not wanting to make eye contact with the stranger who had just seen me get spanked. "I hope I didn't disrupt your visit too much."
"Thank you, Tommy," he said, also eyeing me up and down - _f_u_c_k_ing family o f perverts! "Actually, I rather enjoyed the little afternoon distraction." His sons and Markley laughed at that. I was so mortified.
"Kind of reminded you of Pa?" Markley laughed.
"Man," Bill chuckled. "Now there was a man who' give you something to cry about!"
"Now your cousins," Markley prodded me, still eyeing my hairless pecker. "And thank them for helping punishing you."
"I'm sorry..." I began quietly, before being interupted by Stan.
"I can't BARE you, Tommy," he said with a giggle.
"Don't you mean HEAR you?" Derek asked, with a wink to his dad.
"Oh, yeah! That's right," Stan said, smacking his forhead. "I can't HAIR you, Tommy."
"No, no, no," Derek corrected again. "You mean HEAR him, not HAIR him. Cuz he has no hair." They all four cracked up again.
"That's right! I mean, I can't HEAR you Tommy. You need to SPANK up."
"No, no, no...."
"I know," Stan laughed. "I was just playing."
"I'm sorry Stan. I'm sorry Derek," I repeated, louder, really not wanting to look at their grinning faces. "I shouldn't have taken you down to the swimming hole. I knew we weren't allowed to go, and I'm sorry."
"And!" Markley added.
"And thank you for spanking me too," I said with as much reluctance as I could get away with.
"That's okay, Tommy!" the 11 year old said, as he really wanted to burst out laughing again. "No harm to us! You got what was coming to you and we got to watch!"
"And that was a lot of fun!" Derek said.
"Like fireworks in the afternoon!" Stan joked.
"Yeah," Derek added. "What's a little spanking between family?" The four of them really began laughing at that one. I just wanted to die.
"Yeah, you should see some of the whoppers Dad has given Derek!" Stan chimed in, as his big brother shot him a dirty look.
"All right, Tommy," Markley said, "I want you to go up to your room now."
"Thank you sir," I said releaved, about ready to leave.
"You can stay up there until it's time to go to the fireworks," he added.
"I can still go?" I said almost gleefully. "Thanks!"
"Yeah, but I want you to stay out of your clothes until then," he said. "I really want you to think about what you've done today."
DRATS!
I turned to leave and I knew everyone's eyes were on my flaming red back side. But I just wanted to get out of there and be alone.
"Hey, Uncle Markly," I then heard Stan ask my step father.
"Yeah."
"Can me and Derek go up to Tommy's room too?" the little brat then asked.
"Why?" their father asked.
"Just to hang out," Stan said.
"And make sure Tommy stays out of trouble," Derek added. "Maybe even put a little of that practice to good use!"
"All right," Markley said. "But remember, he is still being punished and if he does anything naughty, feel free to correct him."
"Great!" they both said at the same time; do they practice that _s_h_i_t_??
"OH!" Markley said, remember something horribly important. "I know what your Daddy said, but feel free to use this," he said handing them my paddle.
"WOW!" Stan said, running his small hand over it. "Thanks Uncle Markley. I can't wait to try this out!"
All I wanted was to be left alone!!
"Take care of your big cousin, now!" I heard my evil step father shout up to them.
"Cool!" they both said in unison, as they then went up with me.
I plopped myself naked on my bed and just let it all out. I didn't care that they were there, taunting me about the spankings or about me being naked with a smaller pecker than theirs....I just needed to cry and cry.
"Man, you are a baby, Tom," Derek said, sitting down next to me rubbing my ass.
"Leave me alone," I wimpered. I could not believe it. Here I was, a 15 year old, being abused and heckled by two preteen twrips.
"Now, now," 11 year old Stan said, with a tap of Markley's paddle on my red, bruised ass. "Don'tcha let us here any sassy back talk, little boy."
I was doomed. I knew then and there, that regardless of what I did, that once again these two brothers would have me where they wanted me - knee size and bottom high. Markley had made them my jailers for the rest of their visit, and they were going to delight into putting their just aquired talents to good use. And they were just ITCHING to try the paddle out, to see if it worked as well with them as it had with my stepfather.