More Than a Paddling -- Part 2


by Jason A. Andresen <Dpitzer@sonoc.net>

"_s_h_i_t_," David said after we got to our room upstairs and closed the door. "That was stupid."

"What", I said. "Not locking our bikes?"

"Yeah, not locking our bikes."

"I think the cops will find them, don't you?"

"Hell no," David said. "Least ways not in any condition to ride."

"Maybe. So, what are we going to propose as a way to pay for new ones," I asked.

"Like we had ways of making money. All he can do is hold back our allowance."

"Or a part of it, not the whole thing," I said.

"So we cut lawns or wash cars or somethin'," David said.

"Well, we really stepped in it this time. A paddling isn't going to be fun."

"Not supposed to be fun, is it?" David was getting nervous. "And what the hell is this bath towel _s_h_i_t_?"

"I'm supposed to know?" I said. I was getting nervous too.

Exactly an hour later we both stood in the half finished room in the attic of our house. Uncle Roy was waiting.

"Well," he said. "Proposals?"

"Ahhh...," David started. We could do more odd jobs arond the neighborhood. Wash cars, mow lawns...."

"Jason?, your proposal?"

"Ahhh. withhold part of our allowance each week?"

"Okay. Good suggestions. Meanwhile you'd better hope the police recover the bikes in good condition." Uncle Roy walked back and forth a couple of times like he was deciding something.

"Okay, boys, it's time. David stand over here and Jason over there," he pointed to places for us to stand. "Face each other." We turned to face each other. "Give me the towel," he said to David. David handed it to him.

David and I stood facing each other. We both more or less had to look straight at each other as Uncle Roy continued to talk.

"Okay. Both of you need to strip to you underwear. Jason, you start with your shirt." I slowly pulled my shirt out of my jeans and unbuttoned it then took it off. Uncle Roy held his hand out to take it. He placed it on the small table behind him.

"Undershirt," he said to me. I peeled the shirt up over my head and handed it to him. David was looking at me. "Okay, David, you next. Shirt and undershirt."

He quickly removed his shirt and undershirt and handed them to his dad. His face turned bright red as I looked at him from six feet away. For some reason stripping like this embarrassed him. Even though we were roommates, I had rarely seen David naked for more than a few seconds as he got dressed or came back from a shower. He was kind-of shy that way.

Uncle Roy turned to me. "Okay, Jason, shoes and jeans next." I quickly did what I was told and stood in my socks and underwear. Now it was my turn to turn red. I could feel myself blush as I stood in front of Uncle Roy and Jason. I saw Jason looking at the front of my underwear. "David, the same." Uncle Roy said and we both watched David slowly remove his shoes, then his jeans. Uncle Roy placed the clothes on the table next to mine. I couldn't help looking at David's crotch just as he had stared at mine. I couldn't believe how embarrassing this ritual was turning out to be. It was to quickly become even more embarrassing. Up to this point this was how David and I had been paddled before. We would stand in front of each other, strip to our underwear and socks and then bend over with hands on knees and get however many swats Uncle Roy had determined was necessary or warranted for whatever "crime" had put us in the little room in the attic.

"Okay, David, you'll be first." Uncle Roy walked slowly to a position behind me. "When you two were younger, a paddling seemed to work when all else failed -- at least for a time. But now that you are both a little older, and the paddle isn't enough. You soon forget the sting of a paddle at your ages. I need for your punishment to leave a more long-lasting impression." I had no idea what Uncle Roy was talking about and from his experession, David didn't either. "Therefore," Uncle Roy contnued "begining now, your punishments up here will be altered somewhat to reflect your older ages." He paused.

"David, step out of your underpants," he said. David turned a deeper shade of red.

"Sir??" he said.

"You heard me perfectly well, son," Uncle Roy said from behind me. "Step out of your underwear...now."

"But, Dad ---"

"David! Don't argue. Now!" Uncle Roy was not in a mood to argue.

"Yes, sir," David said as he very slowly began lowering his jockey shorts.

"Don't dally, David. Take them off now. This isn't a strip-tease show." I watched with a strange fascination as David slid his pants down to his knees and let them fall to his feet. He them kicked them aside. He now stood awkwardly not knowing what to do with his arms and hands for a moment. I could see that he was horribly embarrassed at standing only in a pair of socks with both me and his dad looking at his young adolescent body. His developing penis and scrotum were surrounded by newly sprouted pubic hair. Again, I found myself staring at my cousin's crotch. Uncle Roy said nothing for what must have been the better part of a minute. My gaze switched back and forth between David's still red face and his penis and scrotum. David appeared to be looking off into space at a point somewhere over my right shoulder. Uncle Roy walked the few steps needed to place him behind his son.

"Your turn, Jason," he said matter-of-factly, looking me straight in the eyes. I knew better than to ask for a clarification of that statement and I slowly lowered my jockey shorts and stepped out of them. No I saw both Uncle Roy and David staring at my older, somewhat more developed penis and my thick bed of pubic hair. I found myself taking some sort of pride in my more developed genitals -- especially my scrotum which I knew was hanging larger and lower than David's. But, I was a year older, I reminded myself.

David and I stood for another minute or so facing each other, both of us apparently fascinated with the other's body. It was uncomfortable, even humiliating.

"Turn around, Jason," Uncle Roy said to me. Oh, _s_h_i_t_, I thought. Now I got to show my ass. I turned. I stood with my back to them for a moment. "Now, listen to me, Jason," Uncle Roy said. "Bend over and pull your buttocks apart with you hands."

"Sir??" It was my turn to stall.

"Jason, I just told you to listen to me. Now do as you're told...quickly." I reached back and as I slowly bent forward, I pull my ass cheeks apart with my hands.

"Spread your legs, Jason." Uncle Roy said. "And pull your buttocks wide." I moved my legs apart and felt my scrotum freely swinging between my legs. I could also feel that my anus was fully exposed in this position -- which, I assume -- was Uncle Roy's intention. Uncle Roy had me hold this humiliating position for what seemed a long time with me knowing that he and David were looking at these "secret" parts of my body.

"Okay, Jason, you can stand up now and turn back around." Uncle Roy finally said. I quickly stood and turned facing David while Uncle Roy once again took a place behind me. At the time I wasn't certain, but again having my attention drawn to David's genitals, I could have sworn that his penis was growing hard! Wow, what a sight, I thought. But why? I thought I knew. ------

Here I must digress. On several occassions I had woken with an erection and the signs of a nocturnal emission matted in my pubic hair and on the front of my underpants. Twice that I recall, I had shown my "stiff peter" as I called it, to David. We were both fascinated by the phenomenon although David seemed embarrassed to talk about it much. Eventually, one morning David proudly reported to me that he had "woke up wet" as he termed it. When I asked him to prove it by showing me his underpants, he refused but out of a sheer sense of pride, I think, he did very briefly pull his shorts down to display a very stiff penis. On that ocassion I immediately experienced a full erection myself -- just at the sight of David's "stiff peter". I kept this fact to myself.

Then on another ocassion I actually shared with David my newly learned abilty to masturbate. Taking my erection out through the fly of my underwear, I lay back on my bed and -- while a fascinated David watched closely -- I closed my eyes and quickly manipulated myself to a rather voluminous ejaculation. "Same stuff that's on you pants sometimes in the morning," I said.

"Yeah, he said, "I can smell it. It's the same. So, what do you think about when you're doing it?" David asked.

"Nothing special," I lied. Had I been truthful I would have told David that I imagined watching him taking his towel off after a shower and then slowly getting dressed, pulling his underpants on up over his butt and penis. That's what I visualized while masturbating. But that was my secret. Nothing that I was proud of.

A short while after this incident, I came back into the room after a shower with just a towel around my waist. David was lying on his bed in only his underwear. He turned onto his stomach, raised up on his elbows and watched me as I got dressed. Nothing unusual about that. I took the towel off and took my time putting on a clean undershirt and underpants. I suddenly turned to see David rubbing his crotch area slowly up and down against the bedspread. He was too close to his goal to stop, apparently, since even with me watching, he continued his senuous up and down "humping" of his bed. I felt myself get hard the instant I realized what he was doing. I don't know what caused me to do it but I pulled my underpants down in front, my new erection popping out in full view of David. He quickened his grind against the bedspread then threw his head back, eyes closed and whispered loudly: "Ohhhh god!" He then collapsed burying his head on the mattress and neither of us spoke for at least ten minutes. Nor did we speak of the incident to each other for several days. But how this thread in the relationshup between David and me is developed in another story which I'll publish under the title: "My life with David" later. -----

All of this now came to mind as I looked at David's growing erection. Then I heard Uncle Roy speaking to David.

"You do the same now, David," he was saying. "Turn around, placed your feet apart, bend over and pull your buttock open." David, anxious, no doubt, to hide his erection, quickly turned with his back to us. Ever so slowly he first spread his feet then began bending over. "Quickly, David," Uncle Roy said. David soon had his cheeks spread wide showing his anus. His scrotum was either too small or too shrunk to be seen between his legs as I knew mind could be. As David held this position I found myself looking closely at his anus. On several ocassions in the privacy of the bathroom I had looked at my own anus with the aid of a hand-held mirror. I observed it both in it's natural state and as it appeared while I slowly took a _s_h_i_t_. David's anus was not like mine, I couldn't help but notice. While mine had the appearance of a small, tightly drawn, wrinkled knot, David's anus appeared more like a small, deep dimple or indentation between his buttocks. I was surrounded by a halo of darker skin. Just looking at it gave me an immediate, full erection It took maybe ten seconds.

"You can stand now," Uncle Roy said to David a minute later. David quickly released his grip on his buttocks and stood bringing his legs together. He did not turn around, however. Uncle Roy walked from behind me where he too had a good view of David's private anatomy, and again stood off to the side. He would have had to be blind not to notice my stiff _c_o_c_k_ pointing at a forty-five degree angle toward the ceiling from his position. But he said nothing. "Turn around now, David," he said and as David turned to face me again his erection increased in a matter of seconds to match mine. Again, Uncle Roy said nothing. I could tell by looking at David's face that he was mortified at exposing his adolescent _s_e_x_uality to both me and -- especially -- his father.

"Humiliation is a punishment the two of you are less likely to forget. You will now each get to watch the other's paddling," he said. He walked to the closet under the low rafters and took down the paddle from the hook on the inside of the door. He picked up the towel David had brougth with him and folded it in thirds lengthwise. He placed it on the narrow edge of the large table to our side. "Im thinking of a number between one and twenty," he said picking up the paddle again. "Pick a number, Jason."

"Sir,?" I said.

"Pick a number between one and twenty. We'll see who goes first. Closest goes first."

"Seventeen, sir," I said. Uncle Roy turned to face David.

"Five, sir."

"You win, or loose, David. The number I had in mind was ten. Up on the table son, legs over the edge, knees on the towel, elbows on the table." David awkwardly climbed onto the end of the table taking the position described. "Jason..., around here to watch," he said pointing to a spot on the floor. I took the three steps to get me there. I was behind David and slightly to his right side. I could see his butt sticking out over the end of the table and I could see his face. "Keep you head turned to the side, David, facing your cousin." David turned his head and our eyes met. "Now, David, legs apart and keep you butt up." David spread his legs exposing his anus once again and raised his butt upward slightly. "That's it," Uncle Roy said. "Now this part is familiar to you both I'm sure; the paddling. You are each to receive ten hard smacks. There will be a rest period after the fifth. You are to count the swats off backwards by saying, 'May I have nine more, sir.'and so forth. Any questions?" David said nothing but adjusted his position slightly, getting ready.

Uncle Roy brought the paddle straight back , held it for a second and then forward hard against David's naked ass. The sound of the paddle landing on bare skin was loud. My erection "deflated" immediately.

"Well, David," Uncle Roy said after a moment.

"May I have nine more, sir!" David said loudly, almost defiantly. He was just now feeling the sting of the first blow and it registered on his face and in his voice.

After the thrid swat, David was begining to have difficulty hiding the pain he was feeling as the cumulative effect of the swats built.

"May...I have....seven.....more, sir." I looked a David's face as he closed his eyes tightly in prparation for the next swat. It landed hard after a few seconds pause.

"Ohhhh!" David couldn't help saying. Then, "May I have....six --" David was choked up and couldn't finish his required statement.

"Yes, David???," Uncle Roy coaxed him. "Hurry."

"May I have six more, sir!!" He yelled this, again as a sign of recovery and defiance.

I watched as Uncle Roy landed the fifth swat low on David's ass, near his upper legs.

"Awlll, awlllllllll!," David said loudly. "May I have five.....may I...have...five more,....sir." David was almost whimpering now and the catch in his throat as he asked for his next swat indicated that he was crying. He lowered his head to hide his tears from me.

"Keep you face turned toward Jason, David." Uncle Roy warned. "Okay, son, a rest period. Hold your position, though." Uncle Roy paused a few seconds. "Okay, son, why are you here?"

"For punishment, sir."

"For what?"

"Forgeting to lock my bike, sir."

"Were you warned to lock your bike?"

"Yes, sir."

"Several times?"

"Yes, sir, several times." I found myself staring at David's anus again, imagining what my butt would look like in the same position. Why I found this so fascinating was -- at the time -- a mystery to me.

"Do you think you will be more responsible with you property now?"

"Yes, sir, I do."

"Okay, tell me again how many." Uncle Roy pulled the paddle back ready to land the next swat. "And get your butt up and ready, David."

"May I have five more, sir." David caught my eye again. I felt embarrassed watching him get it.

The paddle landed low on his butt again and a bright red swatch appeared across his upper legs.

"May I have four more, sir." Another hard swat squarely on his butt. This really hit home and David raised up off his elbows in response to the pain which hit him a second later.

"Aahhhhoowwwlll! May I.....have...four more, sir." Another hard one across his butt. "May I have three more, sir."

The next was higher and appeared to land mainly on David's left cheek. "May I have two more, sir." Another low swat, very hard from the sound it made.

"Ohhhhh...ohhhh...ohhhh! May I have one.... more.... sir." The last swat was again across his butt, squarely. It was the lightest of the ten, I thought.

"Okay, David, stand on the floor." David quickly climbed down and began rubbing his butt with both hands immediately.

"Just keep you hands off you butt, David," Uncle Roy said. "Stand where Jason is. Jason, up on the table." I climbed onto the table leaned forward on my elbows, adjusted my knees wide apart and jutted my butt up as far as I could. I bacame aware that my scrotum was again swinging between my legs and that my asshole was in full view. I forgot only one thing.

"Head turned, Jason. Look at you cousin." Uncle Roy reminded me. I turned to look at David. I swear he had a slight smile on his face which really pissed me off. I hadn't smile at his situation a few minutes before. Maybe he was just relieved to have his ordeal over with and couldn't help the smile. "Count them backwards, Jason," Uncle Roy said.

The first swat landed. It didn't hurt as much as I thought and I immediately said, "May I have nine more, sir." I was feeling smug. The second swat landed. It too didn't hurt much. Then the third landed. It hurt a lot. The pain was horrible.

"May....I...have..sev....en..more, sir." To make matters worse, as I looked back over my shoulder I saw that David now had a full erection -- just from watching me get it!

The next two or three swats landed and I don't recall even counting them out. The pain was getting real bad.

"May I have....five ...five...more, sir." My butt was on fire. The pain was awful. And I felt tears in my eyes.

"Why are you here, Jason?"

"For....punishment, s-sir."

"For what?"

"For forgetting to lock my bike, sir."

"Do you think you'll be more careful and responsible in the future?"

"Yes, sir!" I yelled. Uncle Roy paused. I again looked at David. His erection was as hard and full as it was two minutes ago.

"Okay, Jason...how many?"

"May I have five more, sir." The next was low and hard. I closed my eyes tightly and tried to think of....anything but the pain. "May I have four more, sir." Another on the same place. My butt was getting numb and I was feeling the pain all over. Even my head hurt. I kept looking at Davis's erection. The way he was standing, his stiff young _c_o_c_k_ seemed to be pointing directly at my butt.

"May I have three more, sir." Another hard one on my left cheek. "May I have two more, sir." A hard one low on my ass.

"Keep your legs spread and you butt up, Jason," Uncle Roy warned.

"May I have one more, sir." A hard one squarely across the middle of my sore ass. This one hurt the most of them all. Uncle Roy really swung this last swat hard.

"Stay in that position, Jason." Uncle Roy said. "And keep...your...butt...UP!" Uncle Roy yelled. I raised my butt as high as I could. I felt my balls swinging back and forth. I couldn't help feeling proud of my balls. Look at these, David, I thought to myself.

"Okay, stand on the floor." I got down quickly. "Both of you, face each other," Uncle Roy said. As David and I turned toward each other I saw his erection again and I felt my own _c_o_c_k_ quickly hardening. Uncle Roy just stood there watching us. In lees than thirty seconds David and I were fully erect and looking at David's hard-on only served to make mine harder. David was apparently experiencing the same reaction. I noticed to my horror that David's _c_o_c_k_ was actually longer than mine, or so it appeared. It certainly was every bit as large as mine.

From my vantage point, I was able to see the slit at the tip of David's penis. As he breathed I could have sworn that the slit appeared to open and close. It was one of the most senuous sights I had ever seen at that point in my life. I felt my own pulse throbbing in my stiff _c_o_c_k_. Then as I stood there transfixed at the erotic sight of my cousin, I felt the muscles between my _c_o_c_k_ and anus contracting. If Uncle Roy had not been standing there, I know for certain that I could have reached down and and within ten seconds worked myself to a tremendous ejaculation that would have spurted all the way across the distance between David and myself. In fact, for years after, one of my recurring fantasies was shooting a stream of hot semen across to David, landing on his _c_o_c_k_. "Good shot", he would say in my fantasy and then kneel down and suck me while ramming two fingers up my ass. And in this fantasy, of course, I ejaculated again -- into David's mouth. I had this fantasy fairly frequently -- still do from time to time.

"Alright, boys," Uncle Roy said, bringing me out of my daydream, "I hope that you've learned a lesson." He walked to the closet and hung the paddle from its hook. "From now on, this will be the new punishment procedure. Keep that in mind. And...," he said walking back to us, "one of you look up in the dictionary the word 'homoerotic' and be prepared to tell me what it means and why I'm asking you to look it up. Be prepared to tell me by tomarrow evening. That's spelled h-o-m-o-e-r-o-t-i-c. Now for god's sake both of you get some pants on." With that he turned and walked down the attic stairway.

Post Script: Our bikes were recovered undamaged by the police a week later. I don't think David or I ever failed to lock them again.


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