I've been a cross dresser since my early teens and as a guy I've often caught a lot of torment and taunting. Probably my worst episode was when I was 15 and stayed with my Uncle Jed and cousin Billy when my Mom was away for a weekend. I had begged her not to stick me with my uncle and cousin, though I couldn't bring myself to tell her it was because they teased me about my so-called effeminate personality. I was always small, about 115 pounds at the time, light brown hair and eyes, petite, and, yeah, I was gay.
Anyway, Mom dropped me off at their house Friday night and soon after she left the two of them started in on me.
Well, little Timmy," Uncle Jed lisped mockingly, "your eyeliner and lip gloss look mighty pretty this evening!"
I tried to ignore this and other comments that followed, but after a while I got fed up with his teasing and yelled, "Go to hell, will you? Leave me alone!"
"Look you little faggot," he bellowed, "you're not gonna talk to your uncle that way! I'm goin' to teach you a lesson, you little _s_h_i_t_!"
He moved toward me in a threatening manner, and I turned to run but he caught me by the back of my pullover sweater. "What you need, queerboy, is a an old-fashioned bare butt spankin,' and I'm just the one to give it to you, right Billy!"
"Yo, Dad," said my dim-witted 18-year-old cousin.
Uncle Jed tightened his grip on my pullover but as I jerked away the sweater was dragged up to my armpits, revealing my small beige Bali bra.
"Jesus, will ya look at this!" Uncle shrieked. "Looks like we DO have a girl here!"
He pulled up the cups of the lacy bra to reveal two erect nipples, which he flicked with his finger.
"Ouch!" I winced, as he smirked.
"Nice titties, sweety!"
Billy stood there laughing. It was embarrassing enough to be bared like that by my uncle, but having my cousin watch was really humiliating.
Uncle Jed -- a big, burly guy, about six feet tall and maybe 230 pounds -- dragged me by my pullover across the living room and sat on the sofa, pulling me in one swoop across his lap, face up, whereupon he proceeded to strip the sweater off over my head, then snapped the button and unzipped my jeans, exposing my matching sheer beige bikini panties.
"Wow, Dad," Billly said, "he's got women's underpants on!"
"Yeah, but not for long," and Uncle stripped my jeans to my ankles, pulled off my loafers, then yanked the jeans off.
By now I was developing a hard-on and my four-inch penis was peeking above the lowered waistband of my panties.
"This little 'gal' likes to wear panties!" Uncle Jed said to Billy. "So what do you say we help 'her' out?"
He then stripped my panties off -- but instead of casting them on the floor with my jeans, he stretched them over my head, with the crotch stretched right over my face. My slim hairless body (of course, I kept my public region shaved) was now bare to their view.
With my panties covering my view, Uncle Jed turned me over on my belly and began to spank my tight, curvy little behind.
"SMACK - SMACK - SMACK - SMACK! About 40 times!
Over my uncle's lap, my penis was nestled between his trousered thighs, and despite the pain raining onto my butt, the steady friction on my already hard _d_i_c_k_ brought me to the brink of orgasm. Sensing this, Uncle Jed continued to spank me while he stroked my ass crack and fingered my anus with his free hand.
Suddenly I shot a gusher in his lap. Seeing my creamy semen soaking his pants and dripping on the rug seemed to enrage him and he really laid it onto my spanked red buttocks, raising welts on my fiery bottom. I begged him to stop, but despite my tears he gave me about 50 more hard whacks.
Then he pushed me off him onto the floor. My humiliation was complete. Butt-naked except my pushed-up brassiere and my panties half covering my face and me inhaling my own crotch odor from the moist bikini.
I received two more bare-bottom spankings from Uncle Jed that weekend -- he said he just couldn't stand my fairy attitude -- and Billy helped him! Needless to say, when Mom picked me up I was more than ready to leave Uncle Jed and Billy.