"I only spank; I don't beat."
David, who was 12, and his Uncle Richard were driving away from the bus station. David had never met his father's brother before. There had been some kind of argument between the brothers many years ago. But now it had suited David's father to locate David at Richard's for the summer vacation.
When David had met Richard, he had followed his father's instructions, to hand his uncle a letter from his father, the contents of which he knew full well:
"Dear Richard,
Thank you for taking David for the summer.
You will remember that our father brought us up to respect authority, no 'sparing the rod'. I've taken up where he left off with David: I most often use a cane or paddle, but sometimes a belt. You have my permission to do likewise.
I've told David that I don't want to hear any complaint from you about him and that I won't believe any complaint from him about you. If he does complain, he knows what he's in for.
Mostly, he's not a bad lad. Just make sure he does what you say.
Thanks again,
Paul."
Richard looked at David briefly after he had explained his preference for spanking. David had black hair, green eyes, soft brown skin, still a boy, but clearly growing quite rapidly. He wore a black zip-front top, a white open-neck shirt beneath, black cotton jeans, white socks and training shoes. It would be interesting to have David over his knee, his hand on the boy's solid young arse...
They were back at Richard's place within the hour, a secluded house set in woodland, approached on its own track across a wooden bridge over a fast-running river. No-one else living close and Richard worked from home, living on his own.
He showed David his room and let him unpack, then gave him tea. "You see, David," he said, "as you know, our father was one hard man". That's where your dad learnt how to beat. Me, I've never had kids, but neighbours have sometimes asked me to look after theirs. I don't much like implements, the cane, all that - I think you can get the same result with your hand, bare-ass of course."
"Bare-ass!" David looked up from his tea in astonishment.
"Oh yes! Otherwise you get a sore hand. And doing it bare adds to the punishment."
"Holy _s_h_i_t_!"
"David, I'm sure your father would not accept language like that. If you say anthing like that again, you may get bare-assed faster than you expect."
"Sorry, Uncle." David grinned.
"OK!" Richard said, ruffling his nephew's hair, "I'm sure we'll get on fine."
They had a quiet evening together, watching TV. David was given a radio alarm clock and told he must get himself down by 9 the next morning, washed and dressed. He took a little while to go to sleep, partly because of his new surroundings, partly because his imagination kept returning to the alarming but faintly exciting thought of baring his bottom to his uncle.
David woke up with a start as a hand descended on his quilt exactly over his buttocks. "Youch! What?"
"It's 9 o'clock, David. What happened to getting down on time?"
"Oh. Er. I must have slept through the alarm, uncle. I'm sorry..."
"You will be, young man. Get yourself showered, put on a clean pair of shorts and a T-shirt, nothing else, no jeans, no shirt and report to me downstairs."
Feeling alarmed, nervous and vulnerable, David quickly did as he was bidden and dashed down the stairs to his uncle in the kitchen.
Richard looked with pleasure at the skimpy red boxer shorts. "Come here, young man."
David came to his side, where he sat on a kitchen chair.
"Put yourself over my knees."
David draped himself over Richard's knees. Richard placed a hand on the back of David's left leg, just below his shorts leg, and let it slide up beneath the leg of the shorts onto David's hot little boy butt.
"Oh _f_u_c_k_!" David muttered.
"You just added a bonus to your punishment, for bad language. Lift your arse in the air a little way. That's It." He hauled the boy's shorts to his knees and turned the T-shirt a little way up, so his buttocks were fully exposed. He put his hand down again on David's bare backside. "Perfect for spanking," he muttered, as he ran his fingers up and down over the smooth curves of David's buttocks. "RIGHT!"
Richard slammed his hand down hard on David's arse. David gasped. Richard smacked again, again many times, until David's butt was red and he was beginning to protest and wriggle. "OK", Richard said. "Stand."
The dishevelled youngster stood, rubbing his butt and shifting from one foot to another. His shorts dropped to his ankles. "Step out of them and come closer," Richard said. Hesitantly, David did so and went over to stand by his side. Richard put his arm around the boy's waist and gently stroked his arse. "There," he said, "it's over now. You're forgiven. Give your uncle a kiss."
David bent and kissed his uncle, his bottom still being patted. "Now," Richard said, "Take yourself back to your room with those shorts, put them away and put on your socks and trainers."
"You mean...?"
"I mean just that. You've still to be punished for your bad language and I think it will be a good lesson for you to go bare-assed today. Off with you before I tell you that you can't have your T-shirt either!"
It was a warm house on a warm day, so David was no way cold as he sat in the kitchen eating his breakfast. But he could certainly feel the bareness of his smacked arse pressing against the seat of the chair - and there was a little breeze from the open back door blowing capriciously between his legs and onto his scrotum and penis. It felt by turns strange and slightly exciting. He was conscious that his dick kept softening and hardening and so he was glad his uncle could not see anything whilst he sat at the table.
After breakfast, Richard took him outside to the back of the house and gave him a task for the day in the garden, involving digging, weeding and planting. He exchanged his trainers for strong garden shoes, but otherwise stayed half naked. Richard came out from time to time to check his work - and frequently looked out the window from his study at his nephew, particularly enjoying those occasions when David bent forward, his T-shirt riding up to reveal his cute young arse-cheeks.
While tea was being washed up, there was a knock at the kitchen door. David jumped, suddenly aware of his semi-nudity, but before he could move from the kitchen sink, a man walked in with a tow haired youngster in blue jeans but bare-chested, maybe eleven years old. "Hi Richard, is this the nephew? I see you're already training him. I've brought the brat along. I thought you could help me punish him. He's been a total arsehole all day."
"No I haven't!"
"Yes you have - and don't give me backchat Henry! What do I do with him Richard?"
"You get him on the kitchen table, we strip him bareass and we spank his little butt until he screams," Richard said. "Never could stand little kids answering back like that. Here David, you can help us.." And with that, he grapped Henry by the belt and hauled him up onto the wooden kitchen table.
"No! _f_u_c_k_ off!" Henry yelled, started to struggling.
"Here Callum, grab the little bastard's wrists.. that's it.. and pull him backwards so he's lying flat on his back on the table. I've got his legs.." Henry, yelling out in rage, was stretched out on the table. "Now, David, undo his belt and fly and pull down these jeans. That's right." As Richard forced off Henry's trainers David pulled Henry's jeans to his ankles, where Richard tugged them off.
Now Henry was just in white Y-fronts, with his little socks half on and half off. "Strip off his pants!" Richard ordered David.
David was rock hard and doing his best to conceal his erection by pressing his T-shirt front up against the side of the table. Henry intensified his screaming and swearing and wriggling and writhing as as David hauled down his undepants to reveal Henry's cute little hairless dick and balls. He tried to stop David by clasping his thighs together but Richard quickly spread the kid's legs a little- and down and off came his underpants.
Suddenly, Henry stopped struggling.
"My oh my!" Callum said, "My son has a fine little dick. Would you take a look at that! How he's grown." Henry's proud father cupped his balls and exercized his foreskin. Henry grew hard.
"Aw dad!" Henry was blushing. "In front of everyone..."
"I'm just proud of my little man's prick. Here, David, have a feel."
David looked at anxiously at his uncle.
"Go on," Richard said, "You're invited."
David explored Henry's dick and balls. "I bet that's made you hard," Callum said, "Show us your dick, David."
David suddenly felt very shy and unceremoniously dropped Henry's apparatus. "Come on, " Richard said, lifting David's T-shirt, "Henry deserve a look if no-one else does."
David's _c_o_c_k_ was hairless, rock hard and a little over four inches long. "Very nice!" Callum exclaimed, reaching down and feeling the base of David's scrotum. "Good little balls. Reach out and feel, Henry." Lying on the table, Henry felt, his own dick throbbing and pulsing. David loved the feeling of being explored and touched like this.
"Hey, are we forgetting something?" Richard said. "Henry's spanking..!"
"Aw, Richard, can't you and dad let me off?"
"Well... maybe for now. We'll see how you behave. Here, have your undies back - but nothing else." Richard sent the boys off to watch TV, whilst he and Callum drank some beer in the kitchen. The boys were tired and soon fell asleep.
At about ten, Richard woke the boys and said Callum and Henry were staying the night. Henry was given the spare bed in David's room and both of them were enjoined to be at breakfast on time or face the consequences.
Once again, lateness spelt downfall the next day. After breakfast, they were sent to work in the garden, wearing nothing but sunhats, T-shirts, socks and trainers, with work to do for the day and a promise of punishment in the evening.
Before tea, the boys were sent up to shower and change into clean white T-shirts and white skimpy satin shorts, which appeared to have been bought for them that day. After tea, there were told to put on socks and trainers and topcoats - but still no jeans.
It was dark now, a warm, muggy night. "OK guys, we're going for a drive," Richard said.
"Don't we need jeans?"
"Oh no. They'd only get in the way," Richard said mysteriously.
The boys climbed in the back of the car, the men went in the front. They didn't drive back over the bridge, instead following a dirt track through the woods until it ended in a moonlit clearing, where Richard parked up. He turned the light on inside the car and said, "Henry stay in the back, David come in the front." As this manoeuvre was affected, Richard went to the back seat with Henry and Callum went into the driver's seat.
"Time for your dog collars," Richard said, producing two black studded leather collars. The boys' coats were removed and the collars were put round the their necks and leather leads were attached. Then broad leather anklets and wrist bands were placed on their ankles and arms.
"Good," Richard said, "let's take our puppies for a moonlight walk."
They led the boys a little way to the front of the car and used the wrist bands and cord to tie each boy, standing, to a small tree, his hands behind him. Then they put a placard around each boy's neck saying,'Please feel my body and decide if you want to offer me a good spanking: apply at the car with the spotlight."
The men retired to the car. "This is weird!" David whispered to Henry.
And then a truck drew in at the other side of the clearing and switched out its lights. Richard turned on the spotlight on the roof of his car illuminating the boys very briefly, then switched it off again. He repeated this. In the ensuing darkness, the boys heard two doors on the truck open and shut - and then footsteps and quiet voices.
Just as the two dark figures reached them, the spotlight lit again to reveal the boys and their placards, just long enough to read. Then it was darkness.
"Would you look at this!" they heard one man say.
"Pretty as pretty as pretty can be," the other replied. And hands began to wander over their bodies.
"Oh yes," the first man said, lifting David's T-shirt and stroking his tits, squeezing his nipples.
"So nice," said the other, his hands down the front of Henry's satin shorts, playing with his dick.
"I think we apply," they said, as one.
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