I was twelve when my mom had just gotten a new job. She had worked at home for most of the time up until then, only going into the office during a rare emergency. Anyway, it was summer and mom thought it would be a good idea to have me spend a week or two with my Uncle Dan while she got situated at her new job. Uncle Dan had just moved to a small suburb outside of Charleston, S. C., which was only an hour and a half away from us. He had just moved from New Jersey, so I hadn't seen him in quite awhile since we hardly ever traveled.
I didn't want to stay with Uncle Dan. I only had one memory of him, and it wasn't a pleasant one, altough it was one I had never forgotten. The only thing I remembered of Uncle Dan was him giving me a spanking. I was still in diapers at the time, but I could still remember it clearly. My dad had died when I was two and a few relatives were staying at our house, including Uncle Dan. My mom had gone somewhere with her two sisters one afternoon, leaving me at home with Uncle Dan. I was a bit of a terror then, and he was having a hard time controlling me. I had been reaching for something on a low shelf (which was still too high for me to reach) and I ended up knocking a glass statue of an angel off the shelf. Uncle Dan was furious by then.
"I'm gonna spank you!" he told me in a loud voice as he picked me up and carried me into another room. He laid me on the couch and pulled down my pants. I remember that my diaper was dirty, but he didn't seem too worried about that. He took my dirty diaper off and laid me across his knees. He really spanked hard, smacking my bare bottom repeatedly with his hand. I could remember screaming and kicking over his knees while he spanked me. He didn't clean me up until after the spanking. My memory of this was probably much worse than it really was, but I was only two at the time and any two-year-old is going to be completely horrified over a bare-bottom spanking. I do know that I got more than ten smacks from him though. This was why I didn't want to visit him. This was the only memory I had of him.
"Ryan, you're going to stay with him for the week and that's that!" my mom said the morning she drove me to Uncle Dan's.
Uncle Dan was about 6'2 and two hundred pounds which was much, much bigger than me. I did my best to avoid getting into to trouble, but I was twelve, and most twelve-year-olds get into trouble sometimes. I tested Uncle Dan that first evening. "Ryan, if you misbehave while you are here I will not spare your fanny from a spanking," he told me.
That night as I lay in bed thinking about Uncle Dan's warning, I couldn't get the thought of him spanking me when I was two out of my mind. I definately didn't not want the memory of another spanking from him haunting me for the rest of my life.
The next day after I had gotten up Uncle Dan told me to put my pajama's on the clothes hook in the spare bedroom (I had left them on the floor). I told him I would during a commercial, as I was watching cartoons, and I simply forgot about it.
"Ryan, come here!" Uncle Dan bellowed about an hour later. I went to the spare bedroom where he was standing in the center of the room. "Didn't I tell you to pick these clothes up?" he asked.
"Yeah, I forgot. I'll do it now," I told him.
"I told you to do it before," he told me. "I do not like being ignored when I tell you to do something, and now you are going to be punished."
A feeling of horror came over me. "Please don't spank me!" I begged him.
"I warned you Ryan. If you needed to be punished, I was going to spank you, so that's exactly what you're going to get."
Uncle Dan pulled a chair to the center of the bedroom and then stood me before. It was humiliating as he unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down, and then my underwear, but the thought of the spanking was much worse. There I stood right in front of him with my pants and underwear down around my knees, my hairless penis shriveled up due to the fear I felt. He pulled me comletely over his knees with my feet off the floor and hands over my head. He held me down with his hand on the small of my back, and then placed his other hand on my small bottom. After giving me a short lecture while he rubbed my bottom the spanking began. The swats were real hard, and I immediately began crying while begging him to stop. After smacking my buns thirty times or so he gripped his hold on my a little tighter and spread my butt cheeks. With what seemed like all his might he began to smack me between my crack. His fingers struck my anus again and again. He continued this until I was getting hoarse from screaming so loud.
That night I lay on my stomach in my bed. Uncle Dan came in with some ointment. My entire butt was red with small purple blotches. "How does it feel?" he asked me sympathetically.
"It hurts," I angrily replied.
"I know it does. Hopefully you will learn a lesson from this," he told me. He began to rub some ointment all over my butt, which did feel good, but I was still a bit sore. He then began to rub up between my crack, rubbing my butthole with his fingers.
"Ow, it hurts!" I cried, squirming as he touched my little hole.
"You've got a little bruise there," he said. He suddenly leaned over, and with his hands spreading my butt cheeks wide apart he kissed me right on my butt-hole.
My butt hurt so much that I was too sore to use the bathroom. The next day Uncle Dan took me back over his knees with my pants and underwear down, giving me a couple slaps on my naked bottom for acting up. He then pushed his lubricated finger up my butt-hole and slid it up and down for a minute. This really hurt and he told me to keep still or he'd spank me good. He then gave me an enema and had me relieve myself right in front of him.
Uncle Dan spanked me every day while I was there, sometimes twice a day. By the end of my stay my bottom was completely covered with welts, and black and blue bruises. Thank God my mom never spanked me because I know I would have really gotten it then.