For years I've been fascinated by the thought of an adult pulling down a boy's pants and underwear, placing him over their lap, and spanking his bare bottom until he couldn't sit down. There is just something about it that is very intriguing to me.
When I was 14 I spent a week with my aunt and uncle and their 12-year-old son Aaron. He was a real good-looking, blond haired kid, and he had the plumpest and roundest butt I'd ever seen. Little did I know that fanny was still subjected to good, hard spankings. But I found out soon enough. Aaron was a normal kid, and just like any kid his age he managed to sometimes get into trouble.
One evening Aaron and I were in his bedroom playing around and had a pillow fight. Uncle Al had come in and told us to settle down, but of course we didn't listen. Aaron soon threw a pillow at me and I ducked. The pillow hit a lamp on the table next to his bed, knocking it on to the floor. Uncle Al immediatly appeared.
"Aaron, didn't I just get through telling you to settle down?" he asked with a stern voice. "You're getting a spanking!"
Uncle Al sat down on the bed and stood Aaron in front of him. I was standing right there watching. He unbuttoned Aaron's pants, pulled them down and then pulled down his underwear, baring his fat, little butt. He put Aaron across his lap and began to spank him. I got an immediate hard-on watching Uncle Al's hand smack Aaron's butt over and over while Aaron kicked and cried. The spanking lasted several minutes and every inch of Aaron's bottom was crimson red by the end.
"Okay Justin, it's your turn," Uncle Al said when he finished with Aaron. I couldn't believe it - he was actually going to spank me!
I stood before him him as he lowered my pants and underwear and turned me over his knees. After a few hard slaps across my bare butt-cheeks I began to cry. It really hurt and I totally began to regret ever feeling aroused at the thoght of him spanking me. It seemed to last an eternity and I was bawling like a baby at the end of it. Aaron and I both stood there sobbing while Uncle Al rubbed soothing lotion on both our bottoms and genitals. I became aroused all over again as his hand rubbed my penis. It was this entire experience that began a life of fantasies for me.
These days I constantly think about boys getting spanked with great severity. I have four nephews and they occasionally spend the weekend with me. This has allowed me to fulfill my fantasies of spanking boys. It seemed as though I was always looking for reasons to spank them at first, but they gave me plenty of opportunities to do so. At first it was just the formal pants-down, bare-butt spankings, over my knees, with the hand. But since my fantasies also involved more severe forms of spankings I decided to experiment with them on my nephews when punishment was needed. I've paddled their behinds black and blue and have also whipped the older two boys (10 and 13) until blood dripped down their legs. I have even masturbated the oldest while spanking until he came.
Anyway, many people say that the real thing never compares to one's fantasies, but I have proven this wrong. I have enjoyed each and every second of every spanking I have given, and it is far better than any fantasy I could ever have.