I'm Simon. I was 14. I knew I was gay, but not prepared to admit it to anyone - least of all my family. I hadn't had a girlfriend, and my brother (16) kept teasing me about it, and often introduced me to his mates as "My Bender brother". Life was not good.
Anyway, I've got quite an extended family, and growing up me and my brother would often stay with my uncles and aunts if my folks were away, and my cousins would regularly stay with us. My least favourite, Tim, was 12, and was a real lad. Great football and Rugby player, already string of girlfriends AND a big build for his age too - size wise there was nothing between us. He got on real well with my brother, less well with me - he was getting in to the habit of calling me "his bender cousin" from my brother. I let it past a few times, but when my parents announced they were going away with my brother for a week to check out his new college, I knew things would move to a head - I was going to have to spend the week at Tim's.
As soon as I dumped my bag in Tim's room (I always shared with him) and joined him in the garden he greeted me with some smartass phrase. Playing football, I kicked a bad shot which went in to the neighbours garden. "you even kick like a girl," he mocked, "best run and get it you bender."
"You better watch your mouth," I said, "Just because my Brother gets away with that, doesn't mean you will." I let it go this time, and fetched the ball, but I was getting angry. We finished the game and went inside to watch a bit of TV. Tim found a programme showing some girls doing some cookery stuff, and made some other wisecrack, which I ignored and picked up a magazine. He wasn't having any of it, and clearly was pushing me, saying (almost shouting) basically anything with the word gay or bender in it.
Finally I completely had it and leaped up, grabbed him by the throat and pulled him to the floor and started to punch the hell out of him. He struggled, yelled a bit and fought back, but I landed a few good punches, one of which already giving him a nice black eye. I was completely absorbed in my task of paying him back for the last year of wisecracks, until I felt a really tight grip on my shoulder.
It was Tim's dad - a very angry Tim's dad!
Now, Tim's dad, my Uncle David, was very strict. On previous visits I had witnessed Tim and his little brother (10) get spanked, sent to bed, stood in the corner, made to wear shorts for a time - anything to teach a lesson in humility, and to force good behaviour. His favourite was to treat them as though they were 5 or more years younger for a few weeks to teach them to act their age. This once meant the younger bother wearing Nappies for 2 weeks - seriously!! While I knew I was open to any punishments Uncle David wished while in his care, it was never an issue - we got on really well.
When Uncle David pulled my off Tim I could see how angry he was. "SIMON, What are your doing to Tim" he yelled at me. I couldn't begin to answer I was so angry. He begin to shake me, "Look what you've done to your Cousin! I will not tolerate bullying like this; Whatever Tim has done, he doesn't deserve this." He turned to Tim, "What's been going on?"
Through highly fakey tears, Tim blubbed, "I was just t-t-t-t-teasing S-s-s-imon a bit and he wu-wu-went for me." .
I interrupted - "Yeah but its been going on for ages - he's got no respect. You know me uncle David - I wouldn't normally do this kinda thing".
Uncle David turned back to me and glared. "I am VERY surprised at you, though we hardly see a great deal of you Simon, so I am not really in the position to know what you are capable of. Given that I am truly amazed that anything Tim could be saying could be so significant - you only last here about a month ago - if that. So what was it then? Tell me what you find so offensive?"
I suddenly realised that my objections were going to sound rather tame in the overall scheme of things. I stalled for a bit, and finally admitted "He keeps saying I am gay" I mumbled.
"Well are you?!" he demanded "After all, your brother was telling me that you haven't had a girlfriend; as you know, Tim here as had a few recently, and he is 3 years younger than you! Seems a perfectly reasonable question to me." (Tim and his little brother who had now joined the little party, couldn't quite stifle their sniggers at this point)
"No I'm not" I lied.
"You want to punch me for asking too, Simon?" he asked.
"No, uncle David"
"So its not such a big deal is it; you just wanted to show Tim how much stronger you are than he is. That's bullying in my book. I'm afraid, for the first time, I'm going to have to punish you for this. You need to know how to control that temper, respect other people, and begin to act your age. Am I understood?"
"Bit its not like that. He was....."
"Frankly I'm not interested. Look at Tim's face, you might have broken his nose, luckily all he has is a shiner. You saying that's deserved for a bit of name calling from someone your age?"
I had to agree; "No Sir" I mumbled.
"Exactly Simon. No Excuse." He turned to my cousin. "Tim, take Simon up to your room and get him ready for his punishment, in the same way as you get ready for your own. Tell me if he is difficult" he turned back to me, "Follow Tim and do exactly what he says - and do NOT obstruct him in any way or this will be much worse for you. This part alone will teach you respect, but I will call you when I am ready to properly punish you".
As soon as we were out of earshot and up the stairs, Tim was already chuckling to himself. "your sure going to get it now" he kept saying. Now as I said, I knew Uncle David was strict, nut I wasn't sure what this "get ready" thing meant. I last saw Tim get a spanking about 3 years ago, and it was just a quick over the knee - he did bawl though. I wasn't about to apologise, but I wanted to know what was going on. Tim was happy to oblige! "Dad has got a new way of spanking me now I'm nearly a teen; Now when I get spanked I have to do exactly what I'm going to do to you now. He thinks you cant feel it on yer bottom through clothes once you get older" he grinned. We had reached his room.
"You mean he spanks you bare?" I stammered.
"Yep - and then sum! Best of all its going to happen to my bender cousin right in front of me. You been asking for it too - you always reckon your so much better than me!!!"
It then dawned on me that this was going to be on hell of a humiliation. I hadn't been spanked for ages, let alone bare, let alone in front of your two irritating little cousins. But this was only the start.
"Best take of your shoes and socks Simon, then come over here" said Tim as he sat on his bed. I started to ask him what he was going to do, but he was having nothing of it, "No more talking now, you'll soon see - and don't even think about stalling me or Ill go right down and tell dad - and believe me you don't want him to get involved until he has called. He'll be walking past occasionally anyway, and if we are not making progress, he'll assume you are resisting me anyway!"
In no position to argue, I began to remove my shoes and socks - seeing that that the door was open, and that things would be easily seen from all the other rooms. At this point, Tim's little brother arrived singing "Simon's gettin his bum spanked" over and over.
"Get lost squirt" I grunted, struggling with my shoes.
"Quiet down Simon; just get on with it....Scott, stay if you want; se what happens when Dad spanks teens like me."
"Ha! Your only 12 - you wouldn't know" I said, as I approached Tim barefoot.
"Mmmm, maybe. But a 12 year old who's about to strip a 14 year old big _d_i_c_k_ teen boy stark naked for a bare assed spanking!!!!!!!!" grinned Tim evilly, as he grabbed hold of my belt and began to unbuckle it.
I grabbed Tim's hands, but already could hear heavy footsteps in the hall. I let go, and Tim slowly removed my belt. "Dad," piped up Scott, "you really going to be spanking Simon's bare Bum?"
"Sure am Son," he replied, "In a while - glad to see things moving along here" as he padded back down stairs.
By now I was bright red as Tim instructed me to pull up my arms as he removed my T Shirt. When my top was naked, he placed my hands on top of my head, looked me in the eye and mouthed 'Bender' very softly and slowly to me - warning me not to even think of moving my hands. I then felt Tim's hands in my jeans unbuttoning the fly. I could feel a stirring down there and realised with horror that I was getting a boner.
As I felt my jeans being pulled over my thighs I stared down; sure enough, my _d_i_c_k_ was getting clearly visible though my boxerbriefs. As instructed, I stepped out of my jeans but Tim was quick to notice my embarrassment. "well, well - what do we have here!!!" he giggled, as I felt his hands slip into the sides of my briefs, and begin to peel them down hardening my tool even further.
"Nooo" I cried as I quickly grabbed the front and back, so that we had a mini-struggle on our hands, nearly ripping my pants!
"Daaaaaad" squawked Tim and Scott almost together, which like a jolt of electricity, had me place my hands quickly on my head, and my pants dropped quickly down to my ankles.
"What?" called up Uncle David.
"He's ready for you!" recovered Tim. I breathed out with relief.
"Fine, I'll call up when I'm ready," he called back.
So I am standing there, buck naked, with a boner, in front of my 12 and 10 year old cousins, hands on my head. "Mmm, you know what you were saying about me just being 12" said Tim staring down at my _d_i_c_k_. "well I got something to show you". With that, he pulled down his jeans and pants to reveal a hard _d_i_c_k_ maybe nearly an inch bigger than mine. "There's a real lads _d_i_c_k_; admit it if anyone's a Teen around here its me. Go on say it, or I'll tell dad you struggled; say 'Tim's the real teenage lad round here, I'm just a little boy with a tiny _d_i_c_k_'! No wait - I reckon I know someone else who's nearly as big as you - maybe the same. Hey Scott - come join us!!"
With that Scott dropped his shorts and revealed his own impressive (for a 10 year old) tool. Sure enough it was a little smaller (maybe 4" to my then 5"), but they didn't see that! "As I thought - your the same size as Scott here - who's only 10!. " they both collapsed in giggles, "How does it feel for a 14 year old to be walking around with a 10 year olds _d_i_c_k_?"
I shrugged "Look at the pair of you, you act like kids and you got kids bodies - no muscles and no hair" I sniggered, ignoring for a moments Tim's small burst of pubes. Tim looked at me with a fresh evil glint in his eye.
"Really.....we'll see. Anyway just say it - or Dad will soon know what trouble you've been; say 'Tim's the real teenage lad round here, I'm just a little boy with a tiny _d_i_c_k_'"
I looked down at my feet and mumbled the sentence.
"louder and to us both" Tim demanded.
I lifted my head and said clearly "Tim's the real teenage lad round here, I'm just a little boy with a tiny _d_i_c_k_".
"So, out of Me, You and Scott, who is the little boy?" demanded Tim.
"I am" I replied, utterly defeated, the other two in fits of hysterics.
With that, Tim said to go and stand in the corner as I was with my nose against the wall, hands on head. When I am called, I was to go to the front room where uncle David would be waiting and the two boys. Above all, Tim advised, I was to keep my hands on my head at all times. With that they left me, naked against the wall, chatting about how they would call me Junior or something, while I awaited my Hot Date!
Time passed, footsteps padded past the room as the rest of the family carried on, using the bathroom and so on. Occasionally Scott would pop his head in and sing "Simon's getting his bum spanked", Sometimes "Junior's getting his bum spanked". I just waited....and waited. At least my hardon had gone! About an hour later I heard my Uncle call out, and at last I left my corner, hands still on head, and walked naked downstairs into the front room.
Uncle greeted me with "well young man, I hope you have had a chance to think about what you've done. You've been stupid, immature and above all demonstrated no respect for other people. I want you to ask your cousin for forgiveness and ask him to suggest a punishment."
I turned to a grinning Tim, and noticed him stare straight at my _d_i_c_k_. "Tim, I'm truly sorry for what I have done; it was wrong of me and I hope you will be able to forgive me and be my friend again. Please tell your Dad how I should be punished."
"Well Tim - what's it to be," asked uncle.
Tim paused theatrically before suggesting 50 hand spanks followed by 15 with the belt, 5 with the cane and a weeks 'regression'. I dint have a clue what the last bit was about, but quickly focused on the pain my bare bottom was about to experience. I started to plead with my uncle - but he waived me away saying its Tim's choice, and it seems fine with him - best plead with Tim.
I tuned to my little cousin "Please Tim, its not fair, please don't have me spanked so much" I stammered.
"I think so," he replied "You know you've been asking to get your little bare bum spanked hard for all you've done to me. Best get yourself over my dads lap, or I'll ask him to do more." Finally beaten, still with my hands on my head, I shuffle over to Uncle David and lower myself over his lap and closed my eyes.
My uncle didn't waste any time; hard slaps quickly started landing on my bare bum. First he covered each cheek, then the top of my legs, before starting over. After only one circuit I was hurting bad, and crying out a little; but I so badly did not want to cry in front of my cousins. However half way in I was sobbing freely and so ashamed. I had never felt such a hard spanking as this and couldn't believe how much it would hurt. Above all though, I had been turned from a pretty mature, intelligent confident teenager into a hollering naked little boy with a well beaten bottom - and my little cousins were witnessing this transformation!
I really thought that the spanking would last forever, but he soon stopped and stood me up. Tears running down my face, snivelling from my head being almost upside down - I must have looked pathetic. I quickly went to rub my hot ass - but Uncle soon put me right; "Get your hands back on your head boy; this hasn't finished yet - don't you dare touch that bottom!" I complied and tuned away from my cousins, not wanting to see their obvious pleasure from my humiliation. I could catch bits of their hushed conversation though, mainly about my bum being so red, and me being such a bender for crying. I wanted to remind Tim about the last spanking I saw him get, but kept quiet.
By now my Uncle had removed his belt and had doubled it up. He was back in position and grabbed my arm, pulling me towards him again. "Please no more" I sobbed.
Tim didn't even wait for to be asked for his opinion, "your wasting your breath there Simon; you need to feel the belt on your little bare behind! You think the spanking hurt!"
Without further comment, his dad pulled me back over his lap into the familiar position. He was right, that first blow with the belt was like nothing I had felt; I yelled out as load as I could. "Quieten down Son or I'll double it. I know it hurts but your behaving like a Girl. Not even Scott's as bad as that - or maybe he's more of a lad that you are right now?" It was not the sort of question waiting for an answer - and frankly I was more interested in the immense pain from my bottom to take in what he was saying. The significance would become clear much later though. Meanwhile I tried my best to keep down my yells as 14 more intense swipes of the belt hit my bum and the tops of my legs.
By the end I was not just sobbing - I was crying freely and loudly as my Uncle stood me up. Once again I was desperate to rub my so sore bum, but as soon as I started to move my hands, Uncle was on to me "You know the rules Simon - hold 'em there! Now you boys - keep an eye on him while I fetch the cane." And he left me there crying while he went upstairs.
Of course my two cousins were quick to take advantage of the situation - both of them patting my bum. "oooh its so warm and red." giggled Scott to his older brother.
"yeah!" he replied, then to me "not so smart now are you benderboy? Look at you there crying your eyes out. Dads right - even little Scott stands up to more than you" With that he gave my bum a really hard swot which started me sobbing again. The humiliation - even a 12 year old was making me cry now.
As soon as we heard my Uncles footsteps on the stairs they went back to where they were. "OK Simon, for your caning, you can put yourself over the arm of the sofa" he said it so matter of fact - like I was going for a haircut. This felt so barbaric though, I couldn't believe what was happening - like I was in a trance. This time I dint even argue with him or ask for mercy - I just folded myself over the arm as he wanted me, my Bum sticking right up in the air.
I remember most the loud swish followed my an impact - then just slightly afterwards a huge rush of pain which made me scream out. I was begging now for mercy and saying anything, even that I loved Tim and never meant to hurt him, and how sorry I was (a complete lie - the power of the cane). I jut got a load "QUIET" from my efforts, followed my a load swish and the sudden rush of more pain. This time I couldn't keep in the scream, and each swish of the cane got me screaming loader. My the end I was crying loader than ever - and I just didnt care who knew about it. I was a naked, well punished bawling little boy. And I was so sorry for what I had done - not for actually doing it you understand, but for doing it there and then, when I could easily have done it later in the week.
Uncle pulled me off the Sofa, and holding me by the shoulders said That's enough of your hollering - its over. I hope you learned your lesson. Go over, apologise to Tim again, find out if you have been punished enough, and ONLY if he his happy, ask if it is OK to do your corner time - he'll tell you what to do. Ask him really nicely - you need some time to calm down a bit. Oh, and in case your wondering - your hands stay on your head for the duration of this - so keep them up."
So with that - I stiffly padded over to Tim and Scott who were sitting on the other side of the room - with huge grins on their faces. I had calmed down by this - whilst I must have looked a right mess - at least I didn't have to blub in front of them. "Tim, I'm really sorry for what I did, and hope that you can forgive me. I didn't mean to hurt you so bad. Are you happy that I have been punished enough tonight?" I asked, hoping he wouldn't be a really vindictive bastard.
He just said simply "for now" with a strange look on his face; Scott started giggling at this stage whispering (what sounded like) 'he's forgotten' to his brother. Taking that as an OK, I then asked if I could do my 'corner time', and as I guessed he simply lead me to the corner opposite the big bay window overlooking the street, pushed my nose to the wall and told me to stay like that till his Dad said I could move. I realised that anyone walking by would see exactly what happened and that I had my bum whipped -having said that, anyone passing just a few minutes ago would have seen the whole thing.
I stood there for about an hour whilst Scott watched cartoons, and Tim played with his gameboy. Throughout the time they made loads of wise cracks - most of which I just tuned out. I just kept thinking about my really sore bum and how much I needed to rub it. Also, how from 3 hours ago I had been stripped naked by a 12 year old, had my _d_i_c_k_ compared to a 10 year olds; humiliated by the pair of them then spanked, belted and caned till I screamed for mercy - and had to ask that same 12 year old if he was happy. The humiliation must be over very soon.
How wrong could I be.