Thanksgiving Spanking


by Rick

It was the Friday after Thanksgiving, 1998. My sixteen-year-old nephew Jeremy was staying the weekend with my three boys and I. His parents had left for home early that morning. I had always believed that he was an undisciplined kid, and at many times was a bad influence on my own boys. This particular visit only made me believe this even more, but I was finally able to do something about it.

That afternoon after lunch I decided to go out and rake up the few remaining leaves in the front yard. While out in the yard I noticed my 14-year-old son Zach standing up against the side of the chimney, hardly able to be seen from the front yard where I was. I didn't think to much of it, but I decided to go over and see what was going on. As I approached him I noticed Jeremy sitting on the ground at Zach's feet. Both of them had lit cigarettes in their hands.

"What's going on here?" I sternly asked.

It was the first that either of the boys realized I was standing there. "Dad!" Zach said with a very surprised look, knowing he was caught.

"Where did you get this from?" I sternly asked him, grabbing the cigarette from his hand.

"From Jeremy," he nervously answered.

"And where did you get them from Jeremy?" I asked him.

"From my dad," he replied.

"You mean your dad gave you a pack of cigarettes?" I asked.

"No, he doesn't know about it. I took them from him," he said.

"Alright, both of you get in the house right now. Zach go to your room, Jeremy come with me," I told them.

"Are you gonna spank us?" Zach asked with a nervous look.

"You bet I am," I told him. "You know exactly how I feel about smoking."

"But I was just trying it. It was the first time!" he complained.

"It's also going to be your last time," I told him, and then I grabbed his arm and whacked him twice on the seat of his pants. "Now go to your room."

Zach ran up to his bedroom and I took Jeremy by his arm and led him down into the basement. I sat down on the couch where I had given my three boys many of their spankings.

"You're not gonna spank me, are you?" Jeremy asked.

"Yes I am Jeremy," I answered. "You knew that what you did was wrong, and that's why you tried to hide it from me."

"But I'm sixteen! I'm too old to be spanked," he said. "Couldn't you just like make me stay inside the rest of the day or something like that?"

"Jeremy, you're getting a spanking," I firmly told him. "Maybe having your fanny spanked like a little boy will make you think twice about doing something like this again. Come here so we can get on with it."

Jeremy walked over to me. I reached for the button of his jeans and pulled them open. "No, please don't!" he begged, trying to hold his jeans closed.

"Jeremy, spankings here are given on the bare bottom, now move your hands away or I'll get the paddle!" I warned him.

Jeremy moved his hands and I grabbed the sides of his jeans and pulled them down below his knees. I slid my fingers in the waistband of his white, cotton underpants and tugged them down to where they met his jeans. He looked totally mortified as he stood there exposed in front of me. I placed my hands firmly on his hips and guided him across my lap. I placed my arm across his back to hold him in place and then began to rub my hand over his smooth, white bottom. After a few moments I raised my hand and brought it down hard across the center of his butt. He jerked a little, and I continued to give him one smack after another.

"Ow, please stop Uncle Rick!" he pleaded after five smacks.

I began to spank him fiercely and rapidly and he immediately began bawling like a little boy. He was squirming a bit also. After about fifty hard spanks on his bottom his buns were dark red. I placed my hand on one of his cheeks and pulled them apart. I raised my hand and smacked as hard as I could right between his crack. My fingertips struck his anus hard. He began to roar and I gave fifteen smacks or so upon his hole. When inbetween his crack was red and resumed to smacking his buns for almost two minutes, leaving his bottom almost purplish color. He was roaring loudly by the time I finished.

When I lifted him off my knees his penis pointed straight out at me, fully erect. I just ignored this and taking him by the arm I walked him the short distance up against the wall. I turned him facing the wall. "Stay right there until I tell you to move."

Leaving Jeremy against the wall I went up to Zach's room and spanked him with almost as much severity. I then went back down to the basement where Jeremy was now sniffling, still standing up against the wall. I rubbed my hand over his very warm bottom and then gave him three smacks. I then turned him around. His penis was now flaccid and proceeded to pull up his underwear and jeans. "If I have to speak to you about your behavior again while you are here you can guarantee that you will be given another spanking. Is that clear?" I asked.

Jeremy nodded, and for the rest of the weekend he made sure to think twice before he acted on anything.


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