I was very much a brat as a little kid. It was just me and my mom, and I was very spoiled. I got away with murder, and there were times when I should have been severely punished for my behavior. But my mom never punished me, and I mean never. In her eyes I was her little angel who could do no wrong, and if someone tried to tell her the truth about me she would really let them have it.
When I was eight I was given the punishment I so desperately deserved, and it was from my Uncle Nick. Now, Uncle Nick was a 6'2, 200 pound giant, compared to my 55 pound, scrawny frame. He lived in Phoenix, and one day he took me into the city while I was visiting him for the weekend. We were watching a fireman's parade, and with my tendency to wander off he sternly told me to stay right by his side. Well, one of the parade members was throwing out candy, and I just had to rush to the street to get some, along with a million other kids. When I finished I went back to my place, or what I thought was my place. Uncle Nick wasn't around. Of course I started panicking and looking, but I only got further and further away.
I panicked more and more, but I just couldn't find him among all the people. I looked for familiar sights, but nothing looked familiar. I won't go into details, but we didn't meet up with each other for almost two hours, and boy was he furious. He didn't even say a word when we saw each other. He grabbed my arm real tight and hauled me off to the car. We then got in to drive back to his place.
"When I get you home I am going to beat you within an inch of your life!" he angrily said. "I'll teach you to give me a scare like that again, and maybe you'll learn to mind me in the future everytime you go to sit on that little fanny of your's for the next month!"
Uncle Nick hadn't settled down any by the time we got back to his house. I was immediately grabbed by the arm and hauled up to the house. He took me into he bedroom, sat down on the bed, and roughly stood me in front of him.
"This is for your own good!" he said.
He the unbuttoned my jeans, unzipped them, and pulled them well below my knees. I was then placed across his knees, my only protection being my race-car underwear which were pretty thin. I felt his large hand as he placed it on my small bottom, covering it entirely.
"Jamie, I've been longing to do this for a long time, and I'm finally going to give you just what you deserve." With that his large hand fell on my little butt with a very hard blow. It was like nothing I had ever felt before, like a 2 by 4 had struck me. I began to cry loudly and his heavy hand fell again and again. Thirty swats on my little behind and I was screaming and kicking like crazy.
Uncle Nick lifted me off his lap and shuffled me into the corner with my nose pressed against the wall. I was crying furiously, and he told me to leave my hands away from my bottom.
"I'm just giving you a break," he told me. "You still have a lot more coming to you!"
With that I began to cry louder. My bottom was already so sore, I couldn't hardly take anymore from him. I had to spend fifteen minutes in the corner with my throbbing behind. He then called me back over to the bed. I begged him not to spank me anymore, but it was no use. I was placed back over his knees. This time he grabbed the back waistband of my race-car undies and yanked them far down. He then placed his hand on my small bottom, once again covering it entirely. The first smack felt like a searing iron being placed against my behind. I screamed as loud as I could, but his hand just showered down again and again. I reached back to cover my rear, placing my fingers in my exposed crack.
"I'll teach you to cover that tushie!" he said loudly as he grabbed my hand away and landed some fierce spanks to my bare buns. I had never screamed so hard before. I was kicking so hard I don't know how he managed to keep me over his knees. I finally became worn out from all the stuggling and went limp over his knees as he continued to spank. He finally stopped spanking after what seemed like an eternity.
Uncle Nick left me screaming on the bed and left the room. Half-an-hour later he came in with some lotion. He poured some in his hand and rubbed it all over my very hot, and sore buns. He rubbed up my butt-crack and even on my little hole. He then turned me over and rubbed lotion on my tiny _c_o_c_k_ and balls. Later that evening I looked in a mirror and saw that my entire buttocks were covered with bruises. I received three more spankings from him over the next six years, but I'll leave those stories until a later time.