I was 10-years-old and visiting my Uncle Mark for two weeks during the summer. My 16-year-old cousin Brian was also visiting Uncle Mark, and the two of us spent the days getting into whatever mischief we could.
One day Brian had managed to sneak a pack of cigarettes out of Uncle Mark's carton, knowing he would never miss them. We walked back into the woods behind Uncle Mark's house and I watched as Brian took out a cigarette and lit it. "Here you go," he said, handing it to me.
I had never tried smoking before because my mom always told me it was bad, and back then I was a pretty good kid who usually obeyed whatever she told me. I was a bit hesitant, but I didn't want Brian to think I was some kind of sissy. I put the cigarette up to my lips and took a small drag. I immediately began to cough and felt like I was going to get sick on the spot. I'm sure my face was starting to turn blue. But for some reason this didn't stop me. I took another drag and as I continued it became easier.
Brian and I spent two hours or so in the woods, smoking one cigarette after another. This actually continued over the next several days, and for some reason Uncle Mark didn't say anything about the missing packs of cigarettes. I'm sure he had to notice.
Finally at dinner one evening Uncle Mark lit up his usual after-dinner cigarette. "There seems to be a few packs of cigarettes disappearing from my carton. Would either of you boys know anything about this?" he suddenly asked.
I froze right where I was, knowing we had been caught. But Brian just sat there without saying anything.
"Brian, did you take the cigarettes out of my carton?" Uncle Mark asked calmly, yet in a stern voice.
"Yea, I'm sorry," Brian replied.
"Sorry that you got caught?" Uncle Mark asked.
"I took some cigarettes and Justin and I went back into the woods and smoked them," Brian told him.
Uncle Mark took a few final drags of his cigarette while looking back and forth at Brian and I. He finally finished and put the cigarette out in the ashtray. "Both of you go into the bedroom right now. You have both earned yourselves a good, long spanking."
Brian's jaw immediately dropped. "But I'm sixteen! I don't get spanked anymore," he said.
I myself had only been spanked two or three times in my life, and the word 'spanking' made me a bit fearful.
"Both of you go now!" Uncle Mark demanded. "I don't want to hear another word about it."
The two of us walked off into the bedroom, followed by Uncle Mark. It wasn't until then that I noticed the thick, wooden hairbrush in his hand. He sat down in a chair and called Brian over to him. Brian hesitated and was told he would get worse if he took any longer.
I stood there watching as Brian slowly made his way over to Uncle Mark. Uncle Mark placed his hands on Brian's hips and stood him directly in front of him. I then saw him begin to unbutton Brian's pants. Brian's hands immediately went to stop Uncle Mark.
"Move your hands!" Uncle Mark warned.
After Brian slowly removed his hands Uncle Mark proceeded to unzip his pants and pull them down below his knees. He then pulled down Brian's underwear, leaving him fully exposed as I stood there watching. I could see my cousin's penis and balls, surrounded by a thick patch of brown pubic hair. It disappeared somewhere between Uncle Mark's thighs as he was pulled over his knees.
Uncle Mark began to rub his hand over Brian's smooth, bare bottom. He then began to smack Brian's bottom repeatedly with his hand, and very hard too. At first Brian would jerk when Uncle Mark's hand struck his butt. Then he began to beg and plead. After about fifteen swats he finally broke down crying, but Uncle Mark didn't let up. He smacked Brian's bottom repeatedly as Brian kicked and cried. I stood there unable to believe just how hard he was spanking Brian. His entire butt was beet red.
After fifty swats or so Uncle Mark picked up the hairbrush. He raised it high and brough it down hard across Brian's right cheek. He then smacked his left cheek with the brush. Brian howled and kicked as Uncle Mark continued to spank him hard. I watched as Brian's butt turned deep shades of red and purple with each swat.
Uncle Mark finally stopped spanking Brian and lifted him off his knees. Brian's penis was sticking straight out. Uncle Mark placed his hand firmly around it, and only after three or four quick strokes Brian began to shoot. I had never seen anything like it before and it was sort of intruiging to watch. Uncle Mark took a towel and clean Brian up.
Uncle Mark then looked at me. "Justin, come over here," he told me. I was pretty scared, and was almost nearly crying before I had even approached him. He stood me before him and pulled down my pants and underwear, exposing my little penis and balls. He placed me over his knees, and I immediately felt his hand rubbing my bottom. The spanking then began and it was like nothing I had ever felt before. Uncle Mark's hand smacked my little butt repeatedly and unmercifully. I was howling in no time, and it seemed like he was never going to let up. I got thirty with his hand and then he picked up the hairbrush and slammed it against my bottom, alternating cheeks. He finally stopped and lifted me off his knees. My entire bottom was throbbing as I stood there, and suddenly he grabbed my hard, little penis and began to stroke it just like he had with Brian. He continued until I settled down, and then he made me and Brian get ready for bed. While looking in the mirror I noticed the purple and blue bruises on my bottom, and I vowed never to give Uncle Mark another reason to spank me again.