David decided to wait a while before whipping Skyler again. He knew that the next spanking had to be really hard in order for the boy to truly learn the lesson of the evening. While he loved his nephew, he knew that he had to be really hard on him so that he would think twice before disobeying his guardian again.
He knew that Skyler would have to stay inside for the next several days while his wounds healed. Skyler would have difficulty even moving for at least a day. While he wouldn't do it this time, next time he had to severely punish Skyler he would add humiliation to the mix. Maybe then the number of spankings he had to give Skyler would decrease.
After half an hour sitting and thinking about Skyler's discipline, David decided it was time to go back upstairs. This time he would make Skyler cut switches for a whipping and then use a rattan cane which he had never used on the boy previously. David grimly walked upstairs.
Skyler stood in the corner, his penis hard from hearing his cousin's whipping, yet dreading the punishment he knew was yet to come. One thing he knew about Uncle Dave--when the man gave him multiple spankings, they got progressively more severe. His body already ached from the throbbing pain of the earlier whippings. Yet he also knew that those hurts would feel like nothing before Uncle Dave was through with him.
Skyler hated the wait. Although he dreaded the punishment to come, he also wanted it to get over with. From downstairs, he could still hear Michael's pitiful sobs. If only the brat had kept his mouth shut, neither one of them would be crying from their uncle's beatings. Skyler hated the fact that Michael was such a baby that he had gotten both of them into trouble. His only solace had been the severe spanking he had heard Uncle Dave give Michael just a little while before.
Now, however, that spanking was over with. He knew that Uncle Dave was probably giving him some time to think about the next phase before it began. Thinking about that caused his penis to shrink a little.
David slowly climbed the stairs. He had carefully thought about how he would punish Skyler--the boy was going to be in serious pain in just a few minutes.
Skyler heard his uncle walk into the bedroom. His body stiffened in anticipation. Now was the time he was fearing. The young teen doubted he could take much more pain that that already administered that evening.
"OK, Skyler, turn around." The boy slowly turned. David contrasted the reddish purple, welted and swollen bottom with the unmarked front of the boy, whose penis was still semi-erect. The man didn't relish whipping his nephew, but that wouldn't stop him from doing so. Skyler looked down at the floor, avoiding eye contact.
"Skyler, look at me!" David commanded. Slowly the young teen raised his eyes. "I am very disappointed in you. You broke a rule and then you lied about it. Well, the piper has to be paid. I want you to go outside and cut five switches. You are to go naked. No one can see in the backyard, but even if they could, too bad."
"P-please, U-uncle, not the switches." Skyler stammered as he begged for some leniency. Of all the things that Uncle Dave spanked him with, the switches were among the worst. "P-please, I-I'll take anything else. Whip me again with the strap. Anything. Please." Skyler started to cry.
"Skyler, I am not in the mood to listen to you beg. Do as I say. If I have to cut the switches, I will take you outside to whip you with them. Either way, you go outside. At least this way you will have a small degree of privacy when I actually whip you."
Skyler slowly started to move. Further begging would only make Uncle Dave mad. His body burned as he walked out of the room and down the stairs. It hurt to move, yet he knew it would hurt even more in a little while. His thighs and calves hurt, his buttocks really hurt. David followed him to supervise the boy's progress. The young teen retrieved a paring knife from the kitchen. Without prompting, he opened the kitchen door and stepped into the backyard.
David watched in grim satisfaction as Skyler went outside. He knew that making the boy expose himself in this way was very humiliating. His own dad had, on occasion, actually whipped him outside, not caring if the neighbors heard or not. But he knew that unless someone was directly looking, there was no way that his nephew would be seen.
Skyler felt the cool summer breeze blow against his body. It was soothing. The small pebbles and twigs lying on the patio cut into his feet, so he stepped carefully. The grass felt good, although he again had to pick his path attentively to avoid stepping on small things that might hurt. Skyler knew which tree he had to cut the switches from and gingerly approached it.
The boy knew what size of switches would be acceptable. He also suspected that if he did not choose good enough ones, his uncle would make him repeat the process, or even worse, choose his own. Carefully, Skyler chose five thin, whippy branches and cut them down. From painful experience, he knew exactly how to prepare them.
Slowly he cut away the leaves, smaller branches, and made the switches as smooth as possible. David watched. Skyler had learned well on how to choose the right switch and get it ready. For the next ten minutes, Skyler intently prepared his next spanking implement. The longer he could wait, the better. David, however, could see that his nephew had done a good job and called a halt.
"OK, Skyler, hand me the switches." The boy reluctantly obeyed. "Inside, march!" Skyler started crying again, knowing that there was nothing that could save him now. When the reached the kitchen, David stopped the boy again.
Reaching into a drawer containing various odds and ends, the pulled out some duct tape. Taking the knife from his nephew, he cut a short strip, which he used to wrap around the base of the five switches, creating a whip for Skyler's chastisement.
"Before I whip you, Skyler, I want you to get an idea of how much this whip is going to hurt." David led the still crying boy into the living room, where Michael was lying on the couch, his thumb in his mouth, lightly dozing.
"Wake up, Michael," the man commanded. The younger boy came awake. He saw the switch in his uncle's hand recoiled. "You will receive 10 with the switch, Michael. That is a lot less than Skyler will receive. But I want him to see how much it hurts."
For the second time that night, David picked up his crying 9 year-old nephew and put him over the arm of the couch. Skyler felt his penis erect again. Michael, who had not been warned of any more spankings, was almost hysterical.
THWACK!! The home-made whip crashed against Michael's bottom. Skyler watched in sick fascination as the switch did its job. THWACK!! Even areas that had already been beaten clearly showed where the switch landed. THWACK!!
Michael shrieked in pain. THWACK!! This was worse than even the strap. THWACK!! Why was Uncle Dave doing this to him? THWACK!!
David chose his targets carefully. THWACK!! He had seen how Skyler had gotten hard when it was Michael's turn for punishment. THWACK!! That would soon change. THWACK!! He expected that a whipping with this home-made switch/whip would cause Skyler's erection to go away for the rest of the night. THWACK!!
"OK, Michael. I am done with you for the night. Go upstairs to bed. I will come in in a little while and put a diaper on you. I expect to find you naked when I come in."
The man turned his attention to his older nephew.
"Skyler, I want you to lie across the arm of the couch just like Michael did. You will get at least 25 lashes with the switch--maybe more if I don't think I'm getting through to you." Slowly and painfully, Skyler put himself in position, lying where Michael had lain just a moment before. He knew that walking might be very difficult when Uncle Dave was through.
David stood behind Skyler's waiting bottom. He admired his handiwork from the pervious spankings, knowing the best was yet to come. The man raised the switch high in the air and then swung it sharply into his ward's bottom. THWACK!! David raised the switch again and let it fall again. THWACK!! The second lash landed just above the first lash. THWACK!! The third one landed just below the first one. THWACK!!
Skyler felt his buttocks explode in pain. THWACK!! THWACK!! He knew that he would have to concentrate if he wanted to avoid getting more than just 25. THWACK!! He knew that if he moved or jumped too much, his uncle would deliver the extra lashes. THWACK!! He did not want that to happen. THWACK!!
Small drops of blood appeared on Skyler's back when the lash fell there. THWACK!! That did not concern David. THWACK!! He knew that the boy would heal. THWACK!! He would tend to Skyler's wounds to make sure that they did not scar. THWACK!! Right now, however, he just had to whip the snot out of his nephew. THWACK!!
Skyler braced himself for each lash. THWACK!! He wanted to jump away. THWACK!! He wanted to grab his burning buttocks. THWACK!! He wanted to do anything or be anyplace than right here, getting his buttocks whipped without mercy. THWACK!! But he knew that the only way to get it over with was to take it as stoically as possible. THWACK!!
That didn't mean that Skyler didn't scream from the pain being inflicted. THWACK!! It certainly didn't mean he didn't cry. THWACK!! After all, he could not help that. THWACK!! But from long, painful experience, he knew better than to do anything that would impede Uncle Dave's progress. THWACK!!
David admired how Skyler had taken his whipping. THWACK!! The boy would not need any extra after all. THWACK!!
Skyler could barely tell that the whipping had stopped. As David suspected, the boy's erection had gone away during the painful whipping. Skyler did not resist as Uncle Dave took him to his feet and helped him over to a chair at the opposite end of the room. He passively allowed the man to put him on the chair, kneeling, his head facing the back and his arms over the backrest.
"One more whipping to go, Skyler," the man announced. The boy could not imagine what could be worse than the switching he just received. His body felt like a hundred bees had stung him. His voice was hoarse from screaming, his lungs tired from the wracking sobs the whipping had forced out of him. Skyler honestly did not know if he could take any more.
The young teen did not move as he heard his uncle walk away, then return a moment later. He looked without comprehension when the man showed him a thin, whippy cane.
"In the British schools, boys used to be whipped with these. Some claim that they hurt worse than the strap. In any event, I believe it does. It will be the perfect end for this evening's discipline session. After I am through, I want you to go upstairs. I will tend to your wounds and put you into a diaper. Hopefully, this evening will be a painful reminder the next time you consider disobeying me."
Skyler didn't say anything. He was not sure that he could even speak. Yet he knew that all of these spankings had been deserved and even though he hated the pain of the whippings, he loved his uncle for caring enough about him to give him the harsh discipline he obviously needed.
David raised the cane with his right hand, and held his nephew by the back of the neck with his left. CRACK!! Skyler jumped as the rattan slapped forcefully against his bottom. CRACK!! Screams that Skyler did not think he could produce because of his hoarseness escaped from his mouth. CRACK!!
CRACK!! Each stroke added misery to his charge. CRACK!! Each stroke was another painful reminder that you did not cross the man. CRACK!! Each stroke was severe. CRACK!!
David thought that 15 would be enough. CRACK!! He had broken the boy's will. CRACK!! He knew that he could expect perfect obedience from his nephew. CRACK!!
Not that that would necessarily prevent the boy from being whipped. CRACK!! It wouldn't. CRACK!! But David hoped that the whippings would not have to be of this rigor. CRACK!! The boy's entire backside was scarlet and welted. CRACK!! Skyler had definitely learned his lesson. CRACK!!
David put down the cane. Skyler did not move. He did not dare. He did not want to do anything that might add to his agony. David pulled his charge into his arms. Skyler felt the warmth of his uncle's embrace. The soothing effect of the man's hand rubbing against his back.
Skyler cried. Punishment was over. Now Uncle Dave would be kind and soothe the pain from the evening's discipline. Skyler pressed his head against his uncle's shoulders. He had been spanked, and he had definitely deserved it. He just hoped he wouldn't screw up this badly again anytime soon.
David soothed his nephew. Skyler was learning to take his punishments well. That was good. His willful and spoiled nephew had learned respect and obedience. The man was pleased. Hopefully it would be a while before he would have to whip Skyler again.
Michael, on the other hand, was a different story.