Chapter 3
Skyler walked out to the car and climbed in. He curled up on the seat so that his bruised and beaten bottom did not have to support his weight. The boy cried bitterly, his bottom on fire from his uncle's belt. He could only guess about how hard his next whipping would be.
For the next 45 minutes Skyler fearfully waited. He knew better than to do anything but remain in his Uncle Dave's car. Finally, the young teen could tell that the church service was over. He buried his head so that no one passing the car could see his tear stained face.
His uncle got in the car a few minutes later. He was still angry.
"I am so mad at you, Skyler. You are in so much trouble I don't know where to start. But right now, I want you to sit up, no matter how much your butt hurts. And you better not squirm."
"Please, Uncle Dave, I'm sorry." Skyler didn't think the apology would do that much good, but he knew it wouldn't hurt.
"Stow it. I want you to keep your mouth shut unless I tell you to open it. When we get home, I want you to go up to your room and wait for me. Understood?"
Still crying, the young teen stammered, "Y-yes, sir."
When they got inside the house, Skyler hurried up the stairs and threw himself on the bed, burying his head in the pillow and crying anew. He was dreading the whippings his uncle had promised him.
David decided that Skyler needed extra harsh punishment. Since it was summer, he didn't have to worry about the marks from the boy's whippings being noticeable. David was not concerned that Skyler might spend the rest of the week in pain because of his Sunday disobedience.
David walked into his office and opened a cabinet. While he usually used his belt, he had recently purchased a razor strop at an antique store, knowing that it would do wonders on Skyler's bottom when called into service. David picked up the strop and also a large, wooden, flat bottomed hairbrush in the same cabinet. These would do for Skyler's next set of spankings.
The man climbed the stairs and found his nephew lying on the bed--crying.
"Stand up, Skyler, and face me," the man commanded. Skyler obeyed. When he saw the razor strop and the hairbrush, his face went white. He had felt the hairbrush before, but the strop had only been threatened.
David put both implements down on Skyler's bed and took his nephew by the arm to draw him close. "Move or resist and you will really get it. Understood?"
"Y-yes, sir." the boy stammered.
The man reached over and unbuttoned Skyler's shirt. When the shirt was completely unbuttoned, he pulled it down the boy's back and off. Next, David reached down and unbuckled his nephew's belt and unsnapped his slacks.
"Kick off your shoes." Skyler started shaking as he obeyed. His uncle pulled down the zipper on the young teen's pants and then pulled the slacks down so that they were around the boy's ankles.
"Lift up your leg." Again, Skyler obeyed, lifting his left leg. David pulled the young teen's pant over his feet and off, taking the opportunity to remove Skyler's socks as well. He quickly repeated the technique on the youth's right leg.
Skyler stood in front of his Uncle Dave, dressed in just his underwear. His penis had again started to erect. David reached down and pulled Skyler's underwear down and off. Skyler, now naked, knew that the harsh punishment was coming soon.
David sat down on the bed and stood his wayward nephew before him. "Skyler, I'm sorry I have to punish you this way, but you have given me no choice. I'm going to spank you quite hard with the hairbrush and strop. Then I'm going to give you a few hours to stand in the corner and think about today. After that, I'm afraid I have to spank you again, this time with a paddle for a warm-up followed by a switching with birch rods."
Skyler burst into tears. "Please, uncle, have mercy. I'll do anything. Please don't."
"Quiet." David looked over Skyler's smooth naked body and the young teen's erect penis with a small tuft of pubic hair. Then he pulled his nephew across his lap. He briefly examined the boy's buttocks, already red, raw, and obviously sore from earlier in the day. The man grimly observed his handiwork while contemplating how red, sore, and welted Skyler's buttocks would be when he was done whipping them.
David picked up the hairbrush, pressing down on Skyler's back to hold the boy in place, and quickly slapped it against the boy's red bottom. WHACK! Again. WHACK! Again. WHACK!
Skyler jumped. WHACK! Each stroke added new pain to his already sore body. WHACK! The boy started crying. WHACK! He couldn't help it. WHACK! He couldn't believe the hell his uncle was putting his bottom through. WHACK!
David hit Skyler's bottom repeatedly, gaining a steady rhythm. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The man didn't say much, knowing that Skyler really wasn't in much of a mood to hear anything while being spanked so harshly.
For the next ten minutes David methodically spanked his young nephew. All areas on Skyler's buttocks and thighs were fair game--from the back of his knees to the small of his back. WHACK!! WHACK! WHACK! Each area received at least one stroke.
Skyler found himself sweating from the pain of the spanking--and a dim, barely discernible voice in his head reminded him that this was just the warm-up spanking. The horrid razor strop, which he had never felt before, was next. Skyler convulsed in tears. He could never remember being in this kind of pain ever before.
After nearly 100 hard strokes with the hairbrush, with Skyler's bottom turning purplish and welted from his uncle's ministrations, David stopped. Skyler didn't move, except for his chest to heave from the deep sobbing caused by the spanking. Putting down the hairbrush, David felt the boy's bottom, and it was hot to the touch. David grimly wondered what the bottom would be like after a dose of the razor strop.
"OK, Skyler, we have one more whipping to go and this series will be over. I want you to crawl off my lap and lie face down across the bed. Be a good boy about it and I won't have to whip you as hard."
Skyler could barely make out his uncle's words. His bottom felt like it had been stung by a nest of bees. The boy could barely move. He felt the man pick him up and lay him face down on the bed, so that his face was against the pillow.
David spread the boy's legs apart, putting them and Skyler's buttocks in a better position to be whipped. He gently put Skyler's hands over his head--then quickly and efficiently tied the teen's wrists together with a piece of chord he had carried upstairs in his pocket.
Skyler jerked in surprise. He hadn't been aware that his uncle was binding him until his wrists were already lashed together. The young teen started hyperventilating when he realized what Uncle Dave was doing to him.
"Relax, Skyler," David soothed. I'm tying you for your own good. I can't have you jerking about when I'm using the razor strop on you. There is too much possibility for injury."
David moved down Skyler's body, efficiently tying each smooth ankle to an opposite corner of the bed, so that his nephew's legs were spread and his body immobile.
"OWWWWW!!" Skyler shrieked. He couldn't believe the feeling of helplessness as he lay immobile on the bed.
The man went to Skyler's sock drawer and pulled out a clean pair of socks. Taking the boy's sweat-soaked hair in his hand, he made his nephew open his mouth and accept the gag.
"This is for your own good, Skyler," David said reasonably, picking up the razor strop. "You've given me absolutely no choice."
David raised the razor strop high and swung it against his nephew's already raw buttocks. WHAP!!! The next blow landed slightly on top of, but mostly below, the first one. WHAP!! Skyler jerked and jumped. WHAP!! David knew his nephew deserved no mercy for his terrible behavior. WHAP!! And he intended to show none. WHAP!!
Skyler tried to move as the strop continued to fall, tattooing his buttocks and thighs. WHAP!! His bottom felt hot, sore, and numb, almost simultaneously. WHAP!! He knew he wanted to move, but couldn't. WHAP!! He just hoped that he could withstand the beating his uncle wanted to give him. WHAP!! WHAP!!
WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!!
David cascaded the blows onto Skyler's bottom and thighs. WHAP!! He knew that the boy would jump and jerk except for the fact that he was bound so severely in place. WHAP!! A small part of him felt compassion for his nephew. WHAP!! But the bigger part of him knew that this whipping was for Skyler's own good. WHAP!! Skyler would be good and sore, but he deserved all of it. WHAP!!
Skyler braced for more whipping. WHAP!! His Uncle Dave didn't disappoint him. WHAP!! Skyler knew that he would be sore for a week. WHAP!! And he knew that his uncle was serious about giving him another whipping sometime later after this one. WHAP!! Uncle Dave was a man of his word. WHAP!! If he told Skyler that the boy would be whipped, Skyler could count on it. WHAP!!
The boy was hysterical when David put the razor strop down. Skyler's muscles convulsed as he cried harder than any other time in his life. He couldn't believe the kind of pain that Uncle Dave had given to him. Despite the hysterics and despite the pain, however, the young teen was surprised to find that his penis was still rigidly erect and pressing into the mattress.
"You took your whipping well, Skyler. Because you did, I am going to reward you in two ways. First, I am going to let you lie on your bed and cry instead of stand in the corner. Second, I'm going to let you wait until after dinner to receive your final whipping of the day. I wish I could show you mercy with it, but you know that when I make a promise, I have to keep it."
David left Skyler's bedroom and walked downstairs. He got the container of lotion that he used before and brought it upstairs. He liberally poured the lotion onto the boy's buttocks and thighs, which practically sizzled when the lotion first made contact. David reached down and lovingly spread the soothing balm on his nephew.
Skyler meant well and had taken the whipping well. David untied each ankle and finally the boy's wrists. Skyler curled into a ball and continued to cry. David let him. Skyler had just taken a whipping harder than any he had ever received. Both he and the boy knew that there was still another whipping, harder yet, which had to be administered before the end of the day.
But for now, Skyler could let the balm soothe his bottom and cry himself to sleep. David left his nephew alone to cry, heading into the backyard so that he could cut the switches that he needed for Skyler's final whipping of the day.
Chapter 4
David worked on bills and read for the remainder of the afternoon. Periodically he checked on Skyler. The boy had fallen asleep, which was fine. He knew that sleep would not come easy for his nephew later and that the upcoming whipping would be the hardest yet.
David was not a completely cruel man. He loved his nephew. But he knew that Skyler, like most 13 year-olds, was completely undisciplined. While the man could acknowledge to himself that he enjoyed spanking the boy, all spankings and whippings were because of Skyler's bad behavior.
The afternoon stretched on. In his bedroom, Skyler slept fitfully. When he woke, his bottom was in severe pain. He reached behind and felt the welts and bruises already inflicted on his boyish bottom. The boy was afraid of the last whipping of the day. Uncle Dave had never used the switches on him before, but he had seen the man whip another boy with them a couple of years before and the memory frightened him.
Two years before, when Skyler was only 11, his cousin Ryan had been spending just the summer with their uncle. Ryan was 13 at the time and had gotten _c_o_c_k_ier and _c_o_c_k_ier with Uncle Dave, even though Skyler had heard Uncle Dave spanking Ryan's bottom on more than one occasion.
One day, shortly before the 4th of July, Ryan had showed Skyler a firecracker, which he had sneaked into his uncle's house. When David left to run a quick errand, Ryan had lit the firecracker. What he hadn't expected was the explosion, which broke out the living room window.
When David got home and saw the window, he was angry. When Ryan acknowledged his guilt but acted like it was no big deal, the 13 year-old crossed the line. David had sent Skyler upstairs to wait for his own spanking for knowing about the firecracker and not telling.
Skyler had snuck out of his room. From his uncle's angry tones he knew that there was going to be a severe punishment session for his older cousin. He was not disappointed. Tip-toeing downstairs, he heard his uncle and cousin in the game room.
Skyler eagerly watched his uncle blister Ryan's bottom with a hairbrush until it was beet red. Then he watched, in fascination, as Ryan was forced to bend over the pool table while David savagely whipped the teen with a handful of birch switches. Ryan jumped and jerked but David whipped him until blood started flowing from Ryan's back. Skyler could not believe that someone could get whipped that hard.
After the whipping, Ryan's attitude changed for the better. His attitude disappeared and he went out of his way to obey his Uncle Dave completely. Skyler had spied his cousin's back and buttocks, which took almost two weeks to heal and marveled at what he had endured.
Now, apparently, it was going to be his turn.
David came in around 6:00 and asked Skyler if he was hungry. Skyler, his body still sore and very afraid of what was going to happen soon, said he was not. David normally would have made Skyler eat dinner, but he knew that food was probably the furthest thing from Skyler's mind at this point in time.
The man left and quickly ate his own dinner. He knew it would be cruel to make Skyler wait any longer. Skyler was already scared out of his mind. It would be torture for the boy to have to anticipate the spanking any longer.
David gathered the switches and a heavy paddle. He walked into the Skyler's bedroom and found that the boy had dozed off again.
"OK, Skyler," he said, shaking the boy awake. "It's time for your final spanking of the day. Once we get it over with your punishment will be over. I'm afraid it is going to be very hard and you will cry a lot, but I have no choice."
Skyler woke. His uncle took the boy by the arm and pulled him across his lap. "I hate to do this to you, Skyler, but you have left me with little choice."
David picked up the paddle and went to work on Skyler's already red and swollen bottom. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!!
Skyler jumped in pain as the paddling progressed. WHACK!! WHACK! WHACK!
For the next five minutes, David smacked Skyler's bottom and thighs with the paddle. WHACK! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!
Skyler screamed in pain as the paddle did its job. He knew that he was not going to be able to sit for a week. WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!
David smacked Skyler's sore bottom with a sense of urgency. WHACK!! His nephew's behavior was going to change--or he was going to give this same kind of spanking regularly. WHACK!! WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!! WHACK!!
WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK! WHACK!! Skyler bawled as the painful spanking progressed. David liked the redness and bruises each stroke was adding. WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!
Finally, David put the paddle down. Skyler was crying loudly from the pain. David pulled Skyler into his arms and started comforting him. The boy sobbed into his uncle's shoulder as the man held him. David rubbed Skyler's back. As much as he wanted to continue to comfort his nephew, it was time for the birching.
"OK, Skyler. Onto your stomach. I'm going to have to tie you down like I did for the razor strop." Skyler passively laid there while his Uncle Dave swiftly tied him in place so that his legs were spread again and his hands were tied above his head. David also gagged Skyler again.
"I don't use the birch very often, Skyler, because it is very nasty. Unlike the other spankings you've gotten, I am going to use the birch switches up and down your back, as well as on your buttocks, thighs, and calves. It is going to hurt a lot."
David raised the birch switches and swung them against Skyler's back. SMACK!! Skyler jumped in pain. SMACK!! The other whippings all seemed mild in comparison. SMACK!! Now he started to understand why it was so effective on Ryan. SMACK!!
David birched Skyler up and down. SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! He worked his way down Skyler's back. SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!
Then he let several land on the boy's welted buttocks. SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! The birch went down Skyler's left leg, hitting every exposed inch from the top of his thighs to his ankles. SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!
David repeated this on Skyler's right leg. SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! Only he worked up the boy's legs. SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! Again, he let several strokes land on the boy's well-beaten bottom. SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!
Finally, the switch worked up Skyler's back again. SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!
Little drops of blood appeared. SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! Skyler's back had started to bloody, as had his bottom. SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!
David gave Skyler the last few strokes of the whipping. SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! Then he put the birch switch down.
Skyler sobbed as he felt his uncle untie him. He had never been in so much pain. The boy barely noticed as David put soothing balm all over his nephew's body. Again, David untied Skyler and removed the gag.
"I love you, Skyler," David said. "I hope you understand that I didn't want to do this to you, but you forced my hand." Skyler didn't reply. Instead, he continued crying.
David left the bedroom, going into the kitchen where he retrieved some heavy-duty pain medicine. He got a glass of water. Skyler hadn't noticed that his uncle was gone.
"Here, take this. It will help with the pain." Skyler gratefully took the medicine. Soon he drifted off to sleep. David stood there watching him for a few minutes, then turned off the light and left the room.
Skyler's Sunday spankings were over with.