A Chistmas Story

by Chris


When I turned 13 my Christmas experiences changed a lot. On my mom's side of the family, they have this tradition that every Christmas, if there are any male teenagers, that one of them, whichever male teenager, gets a paddle, strap, belt, etc. for Christmas instead of a present. Whomever gives the present gets to "give out the goods" or so they call it.

Well, you see, I was the only male child on that side of the family, the rest of my cousins were girls, so the male teenager would always be me. They didn't believe in spanking, paddling, whipping, etc. girls.

Every Christmas this is how it went down:

My grandfather would pass out presents to my parents, 3 aunts, 2 uncles, 8 cousins (all girls), my grandmother, himself, and lastly me. I think they gave me my present last so that I could anticipate the arrival of my spanking.

My uncle Frank, who was always in great shape, would give me the "present". I would open it. Get out the paddle, strap, whip, belt, or whatever he dicided to give me. I would then say my "Thank you's" and hand the "instrument" to Uncle Frank.

I would have to stand in the middle of the room, and lower my pants and underwear. Then I had to bend over and hold my ankles and wait until he started.

When he started I was required to count the licks as he was going, if I skipped a number or got behind in the counting, I got five extra licks. When I was 13-14 I got 100 licks; 15-16 I got 150; 17-18 I got 250; and 19 I got 500.

When he had finally finished everyone went into the family room, except me, I had to stay back and clean up all the wrapping paper and bows, that were in the floor. I could not pull my pants or underwear up until I got outside to leave. When I finished picking up the living room, I had to go tell Uncle Frank, he would inspect it. And if it was cleaned to his standards, I would get 10 more licks, and if it was not I would get 50 more licks, and have to finish cleaning, then get either 10 or 50 again.

My next project was the tables where everyone had eaten. I had to clear off the table and was all the dishes by hand (they had a dishwasher, but I couldn't use it). The same inspection happened again.

Then I had to go to the bathroom with Uncle Frank. He sat on the lid of the toilet and I had to get down on my hands and knees in front of him. He then gave me an enema. He gave me about half of a large bag, then made me stand in the corner for 5 minutes. If I let any out, the process was repeated until I could hold it in. Then he gave me the other half of the bag. I had to stand in the corner for 10 min. If I let any out the process was repeated until I could hold it all in. Then he gave me a full bag. I had to stand in the corner for 20 min. If I let any out the process was repeated.

To conclude the enema. After I had releived myself, he gave me 50 more licks with his "present".

The next stage was that I had to go into the family room where everyone was, with my pants and underwear still at my ankles, and ask if any of the adult men wanted me to suck their dicks. Of course nobody turned down that opportunity, after I had sucked dick to their satusfaction, I had to stand in the corner until my family was ready to leave.

On the ride home, all I could think about was the next Christmas "present".

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