(This is another reworking of one of my faves from here)...
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Tommy and his buddy Alex had snuck into Chipper's room and stolen a pack of cigerettes. This was already proving to be a day of hell for poor Tommy, and he figured maybe a cigerette is what he needed; he had always heard that they relaxed you.
Eventually they got to the back of the school. It was summer, so it was deserted - a perfect place to smoke!
"I can't believe I got to see you get spanked by Chipper today!" Alex said with a sigh.
"Shut up!"
"Man, Tommy," Alex cooed, taking the cigerettes out. "I don't know which is better. Cigerette's, or watching your ass get smoked!"
"Ha ha," Tommy mocked, as he saw Alex light two up like a pro. He then handed one to Tommy after taking a drag off of his own.
"Ah, smooth!" Alex said.
Not wanting to look like a total chode, Tommy inhaled deep, then coughed several times into his hand. "I can't believe people actually like to do this!" he said looking in disgust at the cigarette in his hand.
"But, Tommy, it makes you look cool. Everyone knows that girls like guys who smoke," Alex said.
Tommy pondered as he tried to get the burning feeling out of his lungs and throat. 'Why do I let Alex talk me into these things?' he wondered. 'I don't think any girl is worth feeling like this!'
He stubbed out the half burnt cigarette in the dirt.
"Tommy!" gasped Alex "What are you doing?"
"Sorry, Al. I just quit. One cigarette is all I ever need" he replied.
"Geez, Tom. You didn't give it much of a chance," Alex said with a frown on his face. Taking a big drag on his cigarette, Alex turned his head and blew a cloud of smoke in Tommy's face. Tommy coughed again and rubbed the water out of his eyes. He waited for his buddy to finish, but Alex seemed to lose interest without Tommy not joining him. After it was burned down, Alex put out the butt and looked at Tommy.
"So, what do you want to do now?" he asked.
"I'd better get home and put these back in Chipper's drawer while he's out," Tommy replied.
"O. K., see you tomorrow, then," Alex said as he stood up.
The two boys parted and went their separate ways. As Tommy walked the three blocks to his house from the school, he thought things over. Somehow the whole experience had been a letdown. At first it had seemed very thrilling; Al suggesting that they try smoking, Tom sneaking the pack that he knew his cousin had hidden in the back of his sock drawer, taking them to school hidden safely in his backpack. Oh, and getting spanked - that wasn't too exciting. Still, at the end of the day, Tommy couldn't see what the big deal was. He wasn't even going to pretend he liked it. Anyway, the day had pushed on, and now Chipper wasn't due home for half an hour yet, so he would just return the cigarettes and that would be that. He probably wouldn't miss the two that he and Alex had smoked and what could he do if he did? Chipper wasn't supposed to be smoking either and he would get into just as much trouble as Tommy if the incident came to light.
He reached his house and noticed with a slight touch of concern that his Uncle's car was in the driveway. What was he doing home early? Wasn't he going over to Christine's? Then Tommy remembered overhearing his uncle tell Chipper over breakfast that he would be working half day today because they were renovating his office. Well, he'd just have to act cool and no-one would be the wiser. He opened the door and stepped into the kitchen.
"Tommy" his uncle said, "I'm glad to see you. Come give me a hand here."
Mr. White was busy working on the cabinets over the sink. Forgetting for the moment about the incriminating evidence in his pocket, Tommy went over to help him.
"Here, hold this for me, please" Uncle Rod asked handing Tommy the electric drill. Tom noticed that his uncle seemed to be mostly done, he was just re-hanging the doors now. He held the drill while Uncle Rod marked the screw holes for the hinges. Then he handed Tommy the door while he took the drill and made the holes. Having done that he took the door from Tommy and got him to pass up the screws and he attached the door. Mr. White had been mostly silent, but Tom thought nothing of it; his uncle was a man of few words. So he was more than a little startled when he spoke.
"Tommy," he said while looking up at the hinge he was working on, "Why do you smell like smoke?"
This was said in the same flat tone of voice that Uncle Rod always used, but Tommy had to fight not to shudder. Play it cool, he told himself.
"Oh, there was a guy smoking on the bus next to me on the way home, Uncle Rod." That sounded good.
"The school bus?"
"Yeah."
"But there's no school."
"I was going with Alex to his summer school classes."
"But school is only a few blocks away." It was getting deeper.
"Yeah, but for summer school he's going somewhere else."
"Oh, I see, he's going somewhere else."
"Yeah, somewhere else, all right."
"They allowing smoking on the school bus now?" Rod questioned.
Uh, oh. What now? "Well, Alex missed his school bus and we took the city bus home."
"I see. And what about that pack of cigarettes I see poking out of your pants pocket?"
Tommy looked down in shock. In horror he saw the _d_a_m_n_ing evidence quite clearly visible in his front pocket. The pack must have slid up as he had moved about. He looked back up as his uncle in dread.
"I saw them a few minutes ago, but I decided to give you a chance to come clean. But instead you lied and made things worse for yourself."
"I'm sorry, Uncle Rod!" Tom gulped "I just wanted to try them. I didn't even like it, I was going to get rid of the rest of them!"
"If that's the truth, you would have done better to throw them away before you got home. Anyway, that doesn't matter. You smoked which is against the rules and then you lied about it. I think you know what I'm going to do about this."
"No Uncle Rod, please don't!" Tommy pleaded. Rod had told him if he ever got caught smoking, he would be spanked. And he was caught lying on top of it! - that would mean the paddle treatment!!
"Go up to your room, Tommy and strip to your underpants. I'll be up in a few minutes and if you haven't done as I asked, you'll be in bigger trouble than you already are.
Reluctantly Tommy went to his room. This was so unfair, he hadn't even enjoyed it! Still, he knew better than to disobey his uncle's instructions. He removed his shirt, trousers and shoes and sat on the bed in just his briefs. Tommy was trying not to think about what was about to happen, but it was impossible. He was dreading it too much not to dwell on it. After all this time, there was nothing worse than WAITING for a spanking!
After about five minutes he heard his uncle coming down the hall. The door opened and Uncle Rod walked in with that _d_a_m_n_, _f_u_c_k_ing paddle in his hand. 'At least it's not the belt!' Kevin thought to himself; Chipper was the one who got the belt!
Uncle Rod walked over and sat on the end of the bed. Tommy stood and moved over in front of him. Spankings in the White household were always preceded by a few words and this time was no exception.
"Tommy, I always expected that you kids would try cigarettes at some point. Even at your young age, I'm not surprised. I hope you are telling the truth about not liking them, but that's beside the point. I'm going to give you another reason not to light up in future, at least until you're eighteen, and at least while you are in MY house. Now get across my knees."
All that was delivered in Uncle Rod's same monotone, with a slight touch of sarcasm. Tommy lay across his uncle's lap and Mr. White shifted to get into the best position. Tommy was facing the wall with his legs dangling over the edge of the bed. His cotton covered bubble butt was sticking up in the air awaiting its punishment. It wasn't long in coming.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Uncle Rod usually spanked Tommy bare, but this time he let him keep on the underpants...
WHAP! WHAP!! WHAP!! At least for the time being.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! He tightened his fists as he fought the urge to put his hands out to protect his rear.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! For all the good his underpants were doing, they may as well not be there. The thin fabric was stretched tight over his cheeks.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Tommy had been yelping with each new spank, but now he was losing his composure entirely.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!!! Uncle Rod's large hand was covering every square inch of Tommy's rear.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!!! Tom's whole ass was ablaze with stinging heat. Tears were flowing freely down his face as he sobbed in pain. It took him a moment to realize his uncle had stopped. Thank God it was over! He was going to have to sleep on his tummy tonight.
It took him a minute to get some of his control back and then Uncle Rod spoke again.
"That was for smoking," he informed Tommy flatly, lifting up the dreaded paddle, "Now I'm going to spank you for lying to me about it."
Oh, No! "Please, Rod, no more!" Tommy pleaded, even though he always knew it was coming to this, he still tried to convince his uncle not to do it. "I'm sorry!"
Uncle Rod made no comment, but he put down the wretched paddle. For a glorious moment Tommy allowed himself to hope that he had gotten out of it. But that hope quickly turned to dread as he felt his uncle grasp the elastic waistband of his underpants.
"No, please!" he begged. "Don't spank me on my bare bottom!"
"Just shut up, Tommy," Uncle Rod said as he tugged Tom's briefs down to his knees.
Tommy felt the cool air moving across his naked bottom, but he was in no position to enjoy it. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his uncle pick back up the _f_u_c_k_ing paddle.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! Tommy had thought his briefs had offered little protection, but he found out he was wrong. The paddle on his bare butt always felt twice as bad.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! His wails increased in volume as Rod continued to beat his bare bottom. He started to beg through his tears.
SPANK! "Please!" SPANK! "Please, Uncle Rod!" SPANK! "No, please stop!" SPANK! "Owww, no Dad!" SPANK! "That's enough, please Uncle!" SPANK! ROD! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!!
All that had no effect at all. The paddle continued to fall on his blistered bottom in a steady rhythm. Tommy was unable to get out any more words through his cries. The heat in his rear felt like it had reached the boiling point, especially when the paddle hit the area just above his thighs. Also, his briefs had fallen off and his legs had been slightly spread. This exposed more of the sensitive skin in his crack and somehow the paddle was finding its way there, too.
There were five more very hard swats and then his uncle stopped.
"I hope that taught you something" he said and he pushed Tommy off him.
The boy didn't even bother to reply. His crying continued unabated as he frantically rubbed his ass He heard Rod stand up and walk out of the room, but this was only background noise; all his attention has focused on the burning in his backside. Like each spanking leading up to this, this seemed (at the time) far and away the worst spanking he had ever had.