I was somewhere around fourteen, and I had never been spanked. I had a certain yurning for it. Something I can't quite explain. I would listen to my friends describe(almost boastingly) about how their fathers' had "whalloped them good" last night. I always felt left out. Yet, I knew there was one way for me to recieve that spanking. I could always misbehave while I was at my Uncle Jack's house. He had five kids, all male, and the oldest one was ninteen and he was still turned over his Dad's knee. I wished just once it would be me.
It was a well thought about decision of mine by the time my own Dad had announced he had to leave for a business trip. He warned me about Uncle Jack's way of dealing with things, but then he said I needn't worry. I was a well behaved kid. I grinned smuggly.
The first night there, it was a quiet night. I slept in my sleeping bag on the floor of the oldest boys' room, and I slept peacefully. The next morning no one woke me up, and it was well twelve before I awoke. I sleepily climbed downstairs. My Uncle looked at me fiercly.
"Boy," (He called EVERYONE boy) "Tomarrow you'll be up before 6 am, or it's your ass!"
"Yes, sir." I replied. I went outside to find my cousins. We started talking, and that lead to us playing truth or dare. My dare was to throw a baseball at the window. Either that, or they threw me in the creek. Almost to eagerly, I picked up the baseball and hurled it with all my might at the picture window in front of the house. My heart skipped three beats as it sailed through the window.
"Holy _s_h_i_t_!" Ted mumbled. "Dad's gonna kill you!"
I gulped.
"Maybe we should all run." Ben suggested.
I took off towards the woods. No one followed. I stayed later than I had expected, worrying about my punishment when I got back home.
Everyone was seated at the dinner table. I lingered in the door a second.
Jack looked up at me, and I could see the anger in his eyes. "You go into my office and wait for me, boy."
I didn't need to be told twice.
I was beginning to wonder if I had such a good idea. I nervously glanced at the walls and I noticed a ping pong paddle setting out on his desk. They didn't have a ping pong table.
"Shane? Come here!"
I didn't notice he walked in. I walked over to his desk chair where he was seated. He patted his lap. "Over my knees."
I draped my long, gangly body over the guys knees. He patted my butt. I jumped.
"You're gonna have to calm down, or I'm just going to get angrier." With that, he started hand-spanking me over my clothes.
SMACK SPANK SMACK SPANK SMACK SPANK SMACK SPANK SMACK SPANK
That went on for quite a while. I was getting a raging hardon. I could tell he was, too.
"Okay, off with all your clothes. I'll be back in five minutes and I want you NUDE!"
I was reluctant to letting him see me nude. No one ever mentioned it would be a bare-bottomed spanking. When he came in, I only had my shirt and socks off.
He walked over and finished undressing me himself. I was forgetting my excitment, and was almost overcome with anxiety.
"Go get the hairbrush."
"Out in the BATHROOM?"
"Go!"
I refused. He pulled off his belt. "Lean over the desk."
I did.
WHACK I jumed five feet in the air.
"Hold still, or I'm adding fifty more swats to the fifty you have."
WHACK I tried to hold still, but my unspanked butt could handle it. I jumped and screamed.
"Ted!" He hollered.
Ted promptly came in the room. "Hold this boys arms. And you, Shane, spred your legs apart."
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK I was bawling like a new born baby by now.
"P-p-please s-stop!" I begged. WHACK WHACK WHACK I still had 75 to go. WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK.
He stopped. "You're kicking too much." He grabbed the ping pong table and started smacking my balls and my _c_o_c_k_.
"OWWWWW!!!!! S-s-stop it, _d_a_m_n_ you!"
SMACK SHRACK SMACK He stopped that. "You kick, and I'll just pddle your plumbing again, boy."
Ted snorted. He started with the belt again. He gave me my remaining 60. By the time he was finished, I was bawling uncontrollably and I could harly stand up on my own. i thought we were done.
We weren't. I was pulled over his legs again, but this time on my back. He picked up the ping ong paddle. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SKACK SMACK He hit every part of my butt and sac. Oh god, how it hurt. He stopped then picked me up and hugged me.
"Shane, you're an okay kid." He remarked. I started bawling louder.
Dad came back into town. "How'd it go, Jack?"
"You're boy got his first whalloping." He sounded smug. "He got it good."