My 11-year-old nephew Brandon was going to be staying with me for a few days while his mom was looking for a new house after her divorce. He had been in the garage oiling the chain on his bike, and he wasn't very neat about it. I really wasn't concerned about that because the garage wasn't very clean anyway. I had told him to clean up after himself, but he had forgotten to leave his shoes in the garage and tracked dirt and oil on to the carpet in my basement off of the garage. I got rather upset because I had just decided to put carpet down in the basement and use it as an extra recreational room.
When I noticed the oil footprints on the carpet I became furious and yelled for Brandon to come down. "What is the meaning of this?" I asked in a loud voice. "Didn't I tell you to clean up after yourself and leave your shoes in the garage?"
Brandon looked at the tracks he had left on the carpet. "I'm sorry," he replied in a very sincere voice.
I grabbed his arm and whacked him on the seat of his pants with my hand. He was trying his best to fight back tears. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't paddle your little fanny until you can't sit down for a week?" I said.
"I don't know," he whined.
"I'm going to give you a paddling you will never forget!" I told him.
I went over to my desk in the basement and took out an old wooden paddle that I had once bought at a novelty store. I had bought it just because I thought it was funny. On one side it said "Butt Burner" and on the other side it had a drawing of a little boy getting paddled. It had been specifically made for spanking, but I had never really had any intention of actually using it. That was until this particular day.
Brandon nervously eyed the paddle the moment he saw it. I had never spanked him before, and maybe the sight of the paddle let him know that I was serious about doing so.
"Come over here," I said. He slowly walked over to me. "Pull your pants down."
"No!" he whined.
"Brandon, pull your pants and underpants down right now or I will do it myself and really give it to you then!" I told him.
He hesitated and then slowly unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them. He pushed them down his knees and then slid his fingers in the waistband of his underwear and hesitated. He then pulled them down just below his bottom in the rear.
"Get them all the way down!" I told him.
He looked at me with embarrassment and then slowly slid them all the way down. He stood there looking very ashamed. "Bend over the desk and stick that little bottom out!"
He bent over the desk with his butt sticking outward. I rolled his shirt-tail up a little to completely expose his buttocks. I firmly grabbed the inside of his thigh, right below his crotch to get him to spread his legs a little. My fingers grazed over his small testicles which were hanging between his legs. I could tell that he was very embarrassed and mortified at having me put him through all of this.
I grabbed his left butt-cheek and gave it a firm squeeze. I then did the same with the right butt-cheek. His boyish bottom was nice and smooth, and I knew it could take a pretty good spanking. I picked up the paddle and rested it on his bottom. He tensed up a bit, but did his best to relax again. I placed my hand on his back to hold him in place and then pulled the paddle back. I then brought it across his naked buttocks with all my strength. It landed with a loud crack that echoed the room.
"Aaaahhhhh!" he roared. I knew it had to sting, and immediately a large red mark in the form of the paddle appeared across his buns.
I swat him again as hard as I could. I really wanted to make sure he learned his lesson, and I was going to do whatever it took to do that. I continued to swat him, one right after another. He struggled and screamed and stomped his feet from the pain. I showed no mercy on him, giving each swat with all my strength.
I gave him fifty swats in all with the paddle, and when I was finished his bottom was purple and blue. I stood him in the corner to allow the dark bruising to set in. I wasn't finished with him yet, but I felt we both could use a break. I sat behind him while he remained in the corner, staring at his bottom as the color began to set in. I waited fifteen minutes before I picked the paddle back up. He was already black and blue, but he had more to come.
"Okay Brandon, bend back over the desk," I told him.
A look of horror came over his face. "Please don't give me more!" he begged and began to cry.
"Okay, I'll just put you over my knee and finish your spanking with my hand," I told him, realizing that more of the paddle would probably be way too severe for him.
I was already seated and I turned him around and pulled him down across my lap. His body was already limp, and I knew that all the fight had left him. I rubbed his bruised buttocks and then began to slowly spank. He immediately began to howl from the pain. I only gave him ten more swats with my hand because his bottom looked pretty sore.
I sat him in my lap and buried his face in my chest as he sobbed. I took his penis between my thumb and forefinger and stroked it gently. For the next half hour I continued to hold him and play with his small, hard _c_o_c_k_. Nothing more was said about his punishment after that.