Brad Gets It


by J.D. <Nawtyjen@aol.com>

Brad squirmed as his uncle looked at him sternly. He suspected that he would be punished, but he had no idea exactly what his uncle had in store for him. In the past, his uncle had grounded him for misbehaving, but this time Uncle Mike seemed really angry. Brad knew his uncle's anger was justified. It had been a mistake to let his friend talk him into helping to slash the tires on the principal's car. It had been an even bigger mistake to go around school bragging that he was the responsible party. Now he had to do an in school suspension and Uncle Mike would have to pay for the tires. Finally, Mike spoke: "Brad, what you did was inexcusable. You've done some stupid stuff before, but nothing this destructive."

"I'm sorry Uncle Mike," Brad said softly. "It was really stupid."

"Yeah, it was. You're grounded for a month."

"A month!" Brad gasped. "That's a long time!" The thought of being grounded for that long was truly terrible.

"I think you're getting off easy," his uncle replied. "If I would have done something like this at your age...."

"Uncle Mike, I have a date with Patty next Friday," Brad whined. Patty was the hottest girl in school, and her agreeing to go out with him had made him the envy of all his friends. What would he tell her? That he couldn't make it because he was punished? The thought of it was unspeakable.

"That's too bad Brad, I guess you're going to have to cancel it, because you are not going out for the next four Fridays. Next time think a little before you go along with one of Greg's stupid pranks. That kid is bad news."

"You're ruining my life," Brad pouted. "Please Uncle Mike, anything but this."

"Anything? Ever get your ass whipped Brad?" Mike knew the answer to that question. Brad's mother did not believe in corporal punishment, and his father had left when Brad was a baby. In Mike's view, it was hardly surprising that the kid had gotten into so much trouble that Brad's mother gladly accepted Mike's offer to take in his wayward nephew in an attempt to get him away from the bad crowd he had fallen into. But Mike had promised his sister that he would not lay a hand on her precious, spoiled son, and would use other methods of discipline, which to date had been unsuccessful. At this point, Mike was ready to break his promise to his sister.

Brad pretended to have no idea what his uncle was talking about. "I....I've been beat up a few times," Brad stammered.

"That's not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about bending over and getting a belt on your naked butt. Anybody ever have the good sense to do that to you?"

"No. That's crazy. I'm almost sixteen." Brad blushed.

"What's crazy is that you could get to be your age, have done all the idiotic stuff you've done, and that you've never been whipped for it," Mike sighed.

"You would really do that to me?" Brad asked.

"In a minute. It's what you need boy. If you would have gotten it the first time you got in trouble, you probably wouldn't be where you are now."

"Don't you think I'm kind of old for that?"

"No."

"It sounds painful," Brad shuddered.

"It is painful," Mike confirmed. "But it's over quickly. Unlike being grounded."

"And all I gotta do is bend over and get my ass whipped? I won't be grounded at all?" Brad was beginning to think that maybe this wasn't such a bad deal.

"Believe me, that's enough. You'll be sleeping on your stomach tonight and sitting uncomfortably for a few days after," Mike warned.

"I can't imagine you whipping my ass Uncle Mike. You're so nice."

Mike chuckled. "You might feel differently about that after your beating."

"This sucks," Brad scowled. "I got no real choice here."

"Your behavior sucks," Mike said sharply.

"But you have no right," Brad argued.

"No right? Are you serious? Remember what you said when you came here? That you never had a dad and you wanted me to be your dad. Well, Brad, if that's what you really want, that gives me the right."

The boy looked troubled. "You are my dad now," he said slowly. "I guess you do have the right to whip my ass. It's just that nobody ever did that to me."

"Do you deserve it?" Mike asked the boy.

Brad nodded silently.

"Okay, then, let's get it over with. Drop your jeans."

"Right now? You're going to whip my ass right here and now?"

"Yeah. Why not?"

"It's just that, well, I....uh....I thought I'd have some time to....uh....get used to the idea."

"Do you need some time?"

"Yeah, maybe like a few minutes."

"Okay," Mike nodded. "Go to your room and take as much time as you need. Come downstairs when you're ready. You may as well take your jeans off. You're not going to want to put them back on for a while after the whipping."

Brad bit his lip and blushed again. "Uh, okay. Where are you going to do it? Here in the den?"

"Yeah, this is a good place. You'll bend over the couch arm."

Brad looked around the room. "Good, no windows," he muttered. "If anybody ever knew about this...."

"Brad, it's a private thing. Nobody but you and I will ever know that you had your ass whipped."

"Good, I guess."

"Okay, go on upstairs," Mike said. "Do what you have to do."

Brad appeared downstairs about ten minutes later, wearing nothing but a t-shirt and white briefs. He looked at his uncle warily. Brad was big for his age, and well built, but Mike was really big - 6'2" and 220 pounds of lean muscle. Brad had never realized just how big his uncle was until that moment, and the realization that his uncle would have no problem handling him made Brad tremble. "I'm ready," Brad said, near tears.

"Good boy," Mike patted his shoulder.

The two of them went into the den and Mike took off his belt and folded it in half. Brad gulped. The belt was about two inches wide and made of supple leather. "Pull down your underpants and bend over," Mike ordered, pointing to the arm of the couch.

Brad quickly complied. He was acutely aware of the fact that his well-rounded but muscular bottom was sticking up in the air, higher than the rest of his body. "God, this is embarrassing," he muttered.

Mike smiled a little. "Believe me Brad, in a minute the embarrassment of lying there with your butt up in the air will be the least of your concerns."

Mike drew his arm back and cracked the belt across his errant nephew's bottom. "Ow!" Brad shrieked, as the pain shot through him. "Oh, that hurts!"

"I know it does," Mike said sympathetically. "I've been where you are now many times." He raised his arm to deliver the next lick and noticed that the belt had left a long red rectangle across both cheeks of his nephew's previously snow-white bottom.

CRACK! The belt landed again, and again Brad shrieked with pain. "Oh, please Uncle Mike, not so hard!" the boy begged.

"It's supposed to hurt," was his uncle's only response, as the belt landed again.

"Ouch! No, I can't take it!" Brad yelled, trying very hard to not break down and cry.

The belt landed again, right in the tender crease between thighs and buttocks. Brad screamed again, burst into tears and shot up, his hands grabbing at his injured bottom. "No, I can't take it," he blubbered. "No more."

"Brad, you have to take it. That's what a whipping is all about. Now bend back over that couch right now. I'm not nearly through with you," Mike said sternly. He did feel a little sorry for his nephew, who was standing there rubbing his bottom with his briefs around his ankles and tears running down his face, but Mike believed that Brad deserved a lot more than he had already gotten.

"B-but you're ripping my ass up!" the boy blubbered.

"I am not. When this is over you will have a very red and sore butt, but I promise your skin will still all be there. Now bend back over right now, or you'll get more."

Sobbing miserably, Brad once again bent over and stuck his bottom up for more torture from the belt. Mike realized that he would have to hold the boy down and put a restraining hand on the boy's lower back.

CRACK! The belt landed again and Brad, now completely helpless, simply wailed. By this time, the belt had visited every portion of his throbbing backside, which was getting very red.

"I hope you're learning something from this," Mike said, as he gave his nephew another hard lick.

"OWWWW!! Oh, Uncle Mike, it's enough, it's enough! Please don't whip me anymore, please!" the boy looked back with terror on his face.

"Brad, you've had six licks so far. You're getting ten more. Then it'll be over."

"No, not so many, not so many, please!" the boy begged tearfully. CRACK! CRACK! The belt landed twice in rapid succession, causing the boy to howl in distress.

CRACK! The next lick landed once again in that sensitive crease. "OWWW!!" Brad screamed. "Oh, god, my ass! Don't give me another lick, not another, please."

"You got seven more coming and you're getting every single one of them," Mike said. As if to prove his point, the boy got two more licks of the belt, right in the center of his now very red bottom.

Brad howled, kicked his legs furiously, sending his briefs to the floor, and once more begged his uncle to stop. "You're killing meeee," he wailed.

"It's what you deserve young man," Mike said, bringing the belt down again.

"OWWW!! Oh, Uncle Mike, my ass! It hurts sooo bad!" The boy's bottom tossed back and forth as if trying to avoid further contact with the belt, but Mike's restraining hand ensured that the belt met with its target each time.

CRACK! "No! Not again! Don't whip my ass again!" Brad was by now absolutely beside himself with pain.

His uncle's only response was to give him another hard lick, causing the boy to sag over the couch and bawl like a baby.

"Now you know what a whipping feels like Brad. Will it make you think twice about participating in some stupid prank in the future?" Mike asked, as he brought the belt down again across his nephew's bright red and welted backside.

"Y-yes Uncle Mike," the boy sobbed pathetically.

"Okay, this is the last one," Mike said gently, but he brought the belt down with considerable force. Then he released his grip on the boy.

"OWWWWWW!" Brad shrieked, as he jumped to his feet and clutched his tortured bottom. Mike watched with some amusement as his nephew danced around the room, naked from the waist down, rubbing his belt marked backside in a futile effort to alleviate the terrible sting. Mike remembered doing the same exact post-punishment dance on numerous occasions.

"Oh, my ass is on fire," the boy complained, still dancing around and sobbing uncontrollably.

"Yeah, it stings and burns some when it's over, but the worst part IS over son," Mike said softly. He took the sobbing boy into his arms and hugged him.

The boy got his sobbing under control as his uncle stroked his hair and rubbed his back comfortingly. "You really whipped my ass hard. That was no joke," he said solemnly.

"No, it wasn't," Mike agreed. "And you're going to feel it for a while. Especially in school tomorrow."

"Is it going to be real bad?" the boy asked anxiously.

"Not at first," Mike remembered, "but by the last couple of hours, you're going to be squirming. You'll survive it kiddo."

"Yeah, if I could survive that belt whipping the hell out of my ass, I can get through tomorrow," Brad said ruefully.

"Exactly," Mike smiled. "Hey, I know it's terrible to get your butt whipped, believe me, I know. But in my experience, whippings come from the people who care the most about you. You understand?"

"Yeah Uncle Mike, I do."

"Yeah, you're a smart kid, even if you do stupid things sometimes," Mike grinned.

"So, how bad does my ass look?" Brad blushed.

"Go look at it in the mirror," Mike shrugged.

Brad walked over to the mirror behind the door and inspected his punished bottom. "Oh my god," he gasped as he caught sight of it. From the back, it looked like he was wearing red briefs. And the belt had left numerous raised ridges all over his backside. "No wonder it hurts so bad," he pouted.

"It really hurts that much?" Mike asked worriedly.

"Well, it stings less," the boy admitted, "but it's burning up!"

"Okay, let's see what we can do to cool it off." Mike put his arm around the boy's shoulder and led him upstairs.

"You're going to make it better?" Brad asked, sounding like a much younger boy.

"Yeah, it's your first whipped butt. I can cut you a break," Mike smiled.

Mike led the boy into the bathroom and turned the shower on, using only cold water. "Stand facing the wall, so the water hits your butt only. That'll cool it off fast," he instructed the boy. "That's what I used to do after a good one from my dad."

"Oooo, that feels better," the boy sighed, as the water cooled his belted bottom. "Did you ever get whipped at my age?" he asked his uncle.

"Yeah, a few times. You're not too old, Brad. Boys your age need a good whipping every now and again. You may have to pull down your pants for another one in the future."

"Yeah, I figured that," the boy nodded. He drew back the shower curtain and peeked out at his uncle. "But I won't need another one any time soon."

Mike caught another glimpse of his nephew's well-whipped butt. "No," he smiled. "I don't believe you will."


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