Well, dudes, I _f_u_c_k_ed up. These "Unlce Rod" stories were suppose to be in the THIRD person, and here this one is in the _f_u_c_k_ing FIRST person! _d_a_m_n_! Sorry. Don't forget to check out other Apple Butt stories found under "Apple Butt," "Skyler," and "Sawyer" here in the archives.
Anyway, now that that _s_h_i_t_ is out of the way, the following is another story inspired by another favorite story of mine. In fact, the original story was one of the first that I read when I first stumbled on this place. Enjoy.
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I never really cared for Markley. He was too close in age to be any real father, and too old to be any real friend. I knew Mom was happy with her "young buck" (that's what Timmy called him, anyway), but I wasn't too thrilled.
"Dude," Skyler told me one afternoon, shortly before Mom's wedding. "That Markley can be a mean son of a bitch!"
"What do you mean?" I was worried.
"Well, he's a spanker, for one thing," Skyler whispered (hell, for Skyler, the entire TOWN is a spanker!)
"Ah, big deal," I said, figuring that there was nothing Markley could teach me that I didn't already learn well over the lap of my Uncle. Besides, I was getting older, and ever Mom had been easing up a bit on my bottom warming.
That was when Skyler told me this incredible story of being beaten by Markley in his own back yard! WOW! This had happened years earlier, before me and Mom had moved to this place.
"I never forgot that," Skyler said.
"Well, it could just be YOU, you know, Sky!" I teased. We both often joked that there was just SOMETHING about us that made people want to give us spankings!
Well, the marriage came and went, it it didn't take long before Mom established that Markley was to be the MAN of the house. And it didn't take long after that before Markley let me know that he was going to discipline with a strong and "loving" hand.
_s_h_i_t_!!
As it turned out, STRONG was rightY I'm not so sure how loving it was, though. To make things REALLY worse, Mom had introduced Markley to my old paddle - the one that Uncle Rod and Alex had used on me back when I stayed with them.
Soon, things settled into a familiar groove. I really began to hate Markley, and resent Mom for marrying him. His frequent paddlings, and constant teasing (I was now almost 15 and had still not reached puberty) really began to take a toll on my self esteem.
Then, right when I thought things couldn't get worse, then came the fourth of July. It was the same weekend as a big scouting trip that I really didn't care about going on (Timmy and Skyler were both not going, so I really didn't want to spend the whole time with a bunch of the younger scouts), so when Mom suggested that I go with her to visit her family I thought that would be perfect.
Then the plans changed yet again - we learned that my step dad's brother, Bill, and his two sons were coming to stay with us for a few days. Everyone agreed (except me) that I should stick around, so the littler kids wouldn't get lonely or bored or in trouble.
My "cousins" (as Markley liked to call them) shared my room during this stay. They were only 11 and 12, but (unlike me) they had both reached puberty. Both of them had bigger than average _c_o_c_k_s which they loved showing off; they were so proud, they were always walking around nude in the bedroom. I should have introduced them to the neighbor brat, Horsey, who had the biggest shrlong in the county. I, on the other hand, took great pains not to let them see naked.
We lived nearby a swimming/fishing hole which (along with the rest of the kids, since the death of a neighbor girl) I was forbidden to go to, but I always did anyway (it was a lot closer to the indoor pool).
"Where are we going?" Stan asked, as we cut through some yards and farms to get there.
"A really cool place!" I told them, making the decision not to tell them I wasn't allowed to be there. They looked very excited.
"So, are the fireworks out here cool?" the younger brat asked.
"Yeah, they're okay," I said, as we came down the hill to the small pond. "Well, here it is!"
"Ah, man!" Derek yelled, seeing the calm, blue water.
"This is so rad!" Stan added. "You should have told us we were coming here, Tom, so that we could get our swimming suits!"
"Actually, no one is really allowed to swim here anymore," I said, explaing the death of the Phillips sister. They really didn't seem to care much about it. They were just filled with so much infectuous. Before I knew it, the three of us were all horsing around, which (unfortunatly) led to me being double teaming, and them throwing me in the water!
"We gotcha wet! We gotcha wet!" they sang, in the most annoying little kid rythm. Then, thinking that it looked like great fun, they jumped in after me, still fully clothed.
"_d_a_m_n_ it, guys!" I yelled. "I'm not suppose to even be down here! Markley's going to kill me when he finds out I brought you two shrimps here!"
"Ooooh!" Stan said, now understanding why I had suddenly began acting like a total chode.
"Please, guys," I said, as the three of us got out. "You gotta promise not to tell your Dad or your Uncle I brought you two down here, okay?!"
"Sure thing, Tommy," the older one said.
"Yeah, whatever you say!" Stan chimed in.
"Great!" I said, as we began to walk back, now slightly relieved. AI will just have to make up some story about why we are all so wet."
Twenty minutes later, we were back home. Markley and his brother were sitting on the porch, drinking some beer and swapping bull _s_h_i_t_ stories.
"Where you guys been?" Markley asked.
"Oh, around," I said, eyeing the two brothers.
"Why are you all wet?" my step dad then asked, slightly suspiciously - I could almost feel the tingles on my bottom.
"Tommy took us to the swimming hole he's not allowed to go to!" Stan chimed in, before I could say a word.
"Yeah," Derek added, "He even said that we should lie about it so he wouldn't get into trouble!" _d_a_m_n_! If this had been my real cousin, Chipper, he wouldn't have told...actually, he might have, now that I think about...
"Is this true, Tom?" Markley asked me.
"Yeah, but....!" I began.
"And he cussed too!" Derek suddenly remembered.
"He said the 'D' word!" Stan added, with an evil smile, referring to when I said "_d_a_m_n_."
"Son, I want you to take the boys downstairs," Markley said, sternly. "And put ALL of your clothes in the dryer. We'll be down in a little while with some towels."
This was turning out to be the worst July 4th ever! When we got to the basement we all stripped our clothes off. I did it very slowly dreading the thought of these brats seeing me nude for the first time.
"Tommy!" Stan said, stairing at my hairless crotch. "Is that thing really your _d_i_c_k_!"
"Shut up!" I yelled, trying to sound tough, as my small unit swung listlessly between my legs.
"That thing looks like it belongs on a five year old!" Derek laughed, pointing and giggling up a storm.
"You guys shut up, or else!" I threatened.
"Or else what, you little boy!" Stan said back. "We're more teenagers than you, wussy boy!" _d_a_m_n_! At least Chris never laughed at anyone else's small members (although I later learned first hand how evil Horsey could be when he wanted to, though)! These two, on the other hand, seemed like little evil psychopaths!
(Little Evil Psychopaths with really big, hairy _d_i_c_k_s!)
After what seemed like an eternity of being teased by pre-teens, my step father and "uncle" came downstairs. Bill was carrying clothes for his boys and my step dad was carrying a stack of towels. He handed one to each of my cousins. When he gave me mine I could see that he was also holding that _d_a_m_n_ wooden paddle that he used to spank me - the same one given to him by Mom, who got it years ago from my old pal, Alex.
Markley then said, "We have a rule about going down to the stream, don't we?"
"Yes," I said.
"Do you want to tell your cousins what happens when you break the rules?" he asked.
Not really, I thought. Instead, I said softly, "I get spanked."
"We didn't HEAR you," he said, slowly, as I then repeated it louder.
"I get spanked."
The boys were dressed by now, but of course I was still naked. Markley told me to go bend over the workbench and stick my bottom out. Usually he put me over his knee and locks me in place with his other leg so I can't squirm. I was somewhat relieved that Bill and the "cousins" at least were not going to see that.
Markley then told the kids to watch closely so they could see what happens to bad boys in this house. Then he started to paddle me.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!!!
My step dad always paddled real hard, but this time each whack seemed even worse than usual.
WHACK! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!!
I was not used to being in this position and as much as I tried I couldn't keep myself from squirming and pulling away.
WHACK! WHACK!
Several times Markley would stop paddling and tell me to stick my bottom back out.
WHACK! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!
Each time he had to do that he sounded madder and seemed to paddle me even harder.
WHACK!!! WHACK!! WHACK!!!
"Wow!" I heard Stan (I think it was Stan) say. "You sure spank hard, Uncle Markley.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!!
"You do the crime, ya gotta due the time!" my step father said with a laugh, maybe realizing that it really didn't make any sense.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK !
My step father never stopped paddling until I was bawling...
WHACK! WHACK!! WHACK!!
...but I was determined that my cousins were not going to see me crying on top of everything else.
WHACK! WHACK!! WHACK!!
I kept gritting my teeth, and trying to be still...
WHACK!! WHACK!!
...but Markley just kept whacking and whacking until I broke down, sobbing and begging him to stop.
WHACK! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!
"Now, little man," he said after he had broken me, "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 _d_i_c_k_s seeing me still getting spanked like a little (hairless) child, 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 naked; 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 to your Uncle Bill for disrupting his visit," he said, as his eyes went up and down my naked boy, "....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. AI hope I didn't disrupt your visit too much."
"Thank you, Tommy," he said, also eyeing me up and down B _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.
"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. AI shouldn't have taken you down to the swimming hole. I knew we weren't allowed to go, and I'm sorry."
"That's okay, Tommy!" Stan 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.
"All right, Tommy," Markley said, AI 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.
"All right," Markley said. "But remember, he is still being punished and shouldn't join you guys in any games."
All I wanted was to be left alone!!
"Cool!" they both said in unison, as they then went up with me, where they spent the rest of the day taunting me about getting spanked and crying like a little boy with a little boy _d_i_c_k_. The whole time, I just had to lay there, naked, and take it until it was time to get dressed for the fireworks. It really was the worst fourth of July ever.