ALL SPANKJOY STORIES ARE FANTASY FICTION. ABUSE IS ALWAYS WRONG.
"This is very serious, Steven. I've tried all my methods and nothing is working. In your own interests, I have to stop you before you get in serious trouble.
"As you know, your Uncle Richard has long urged on me that I treat you as he and my other brothers were treated by your grandad. That always seemed a sad idea. But I can see now that, just this once, you need to be shocked out of this mesbehaviour. I couldn't bring myself to punish you that way, but Richard has agreed to do it for me."
"Is there no other way, mum?"
"I think we are at a stage where it's uncle Richard or I look at having you moved out. I'm sorry."
"Oh. What will Uncle Richard do?"
"Our father had many strange punishments, as much planned to cause shame as to inflict physical pain. I have given Richard permission to do anything he sees fit. But you should understand these punishments are no longer acceptable and would get Richard and me in trouble if you went to the authorities. If you want the choice of Richard rather than leaving home, you have to do exactly what he says, however embarrassing, and agree to tell no-one."
"I don't think I have much choice, mum."
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Steven was 14 years old, but quite short, slight and slender for his age. He had brown hair and rather sallow light brown skin, with brown eyes. He was a shy and prudish boy at home, meticulous in his hygiene and bodycare and very private about himself. He found ways to avoid showers at school, disliked shorts or short-sleeves and avoided doctors or anyone who might unclothe him. With his friends, however, he could be daredevil and exhibitionistic, always into pranks, some attracting the unwelcome attention of the law. It was as if his exhibitionism compensated for his fearful shyness.
Arriving at his Uncle Richard's house that Saturday morning, he wore, as instructed, his school uniform of grey woollen pullover, grey long trousers, grey socks, black shoes, grey shirt and silver and blue tie.
Richard lived on his own. He had made much money in stocks and shares and now lived, handsomely, from his investments. He travelled the world a good deal, particularly The Phillipines, Thailand and Sri Lanka. When holidaying more locally, he liked Amsterdam. Curiously, Steven had never visited Richard at his present home, which was mock tudor, detached, set in its own ample grounds.
Richard greeted him at the door and led him to his study. Sitting by his desk, he ushered Steven to a lower armchair.
"So," Richard said, "I am to punish you."
"Yes Uncle."
"I think, for the purposes of the punishment, I will have you calling me Sir."
"Sorry. Yes, Sir."
"You have seen the permission note?"
"No, Sir." Steven was mystified.
"Oh, my sister has signed it. Here":
'I give permission for you to punish Steven with cane, switch, birch, cat, whip, hand or any other implement. You may dress or undress him as you wish. You may handle his body in any way you see fit.'
"Oh." Steven felt his heart beginning to thud. He had not understood everything, but he had understood enough to know that he was totally at his uncle's mercy.
"Now, callers are rare here on Saturday, but I think it would be unfortunate if someone saw you being punished through a window so, whilst I complete my preparations, go on a journey of discovery around the house, drawing every window and blind."
Steven's journey certainly did entail some discovery. Downstairs was quite normal, but upstairs he found one room with many pictures of young boys on the walls, in various states of dress and undress; and in another he found various kinds of strange furniture and equipment, including a cat, a whip and a cane. Now, he was feeling even more terrified and, for a moment, considered running away, but then realised he could not. He returned to his uncle's study.
"Now Steven," Richard said, "on what part of the body do you think my father, your late grandfather, most used to punish us boys?"
"On the... on the bottom, Sir?"
"Yes, on our bottoms. Well, actually, on our bare bottoms. You have never been punished on your bare bottom, have you?"
"No Sir."
"Boy's bare bottoms come in many shapes and sizes - look. " Richard drew a magazine from his desk drawer called "Barebot Boys", in which there were, indeed, many shapes and sizes of young boys, all with their backs turned to the camera, some even bent forward and displaying their anuses. Despite himself, Steven was more than a little fascinated. "The suitability of different punishments rather depends on the texture of each boy's buttocks," Richard said, as one who knows. "So I am going to start out by examining your bottom."
Steven felt himself flushing.
"To begin with, I will look at your bottom with your trousers on. Bend over the end of my desk here."
Richard positioned Steven with his legs a little apart and his hands outstretched as he bent forward over the desk.
"Now this," Richard said, "is a nice small cute little bottom, quite well rounded, but very much the bottom of a younger boy. A 12 year old could have a bottom like this. But... " he started to feel and squeeze the surface of Steven's trouser seat... "it is quite muscular and firm. Difficult to be sure what's right with your trousers on. Sit on my desk and let's take off these shoes of yours."
Momentarily puzzled, Steven sat and had his shoes unlaced and taken off.
"Now lie back."
Steven lay back on the desk, his legs dangling over the edge. Richard sat himself down and surveyed him from the front - there was just a small bulge at the base of Steveven's fly, but he certainly was very cute. "Now," he said, "I am going to undo your belt and top snap and unzip your fly..." He placed his hand on Steven's stomach, just above his belt, making him flinch. "How will it be to have a grown-up undoing your trousers, Steven?"
Steven flushed and felt himself starting to sweat.
"How is it, now, as I undo your belt and you know that before long your trousers will be mine and not yours?" The belt undone, he unclasped the top snap and very slowly and jerkily drew down the zip. "How is it having your fly zip undone? Ah, yellow y-fronts I see. Stand up, now." His voice had hardened.
Unthinkingly, Steven jumped to his feet and his grey trousers fell to the floor. He looked down, uncomfortably.
"Don't just stare at them boy, step out of them and give them to me."
Steven did as he was told and Richard theatrically threw the trousers into his waste-bin. "You won't need those today," he said. "Bend back over my desk."
With Steven bent over, Richard carefully rolled back Steven's shirt and pullover until they were halfway up Steven's back. Steven's bottom was a delight, wonderfully round, small and pretty. He put his hand on the seat of his underpants and pressed the fabric gently into his cleft, causing Steven to squirm with fear and embarrassment. He tickled a little between Steven's buttocks. "Yes, splendid," he said. "You may stand up."
Steven stood and Richard sat. "The rest of your punishment will happen this afternoon," he said, "in front of some close friends of mine..."
Steven's head spun. 'Close friends!' This was getting worse. He thought he'd have it all over;now he had to wait. He hung his head and felt very sorry for himself.
"... So I am taking you up to a room with a television, where you are to wait until I come for you."
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It was three hours before Richard re-appeared.
"Right," he said, "Switch off the TV and come down."
Steven had had plenty of time to grow nervous, in fact his legs were shaking, but he was too afraid to request any mercy. He was led into Richard's dining room. The rectangular dining table had disappeared; in its place was a couch, without arms or headboard, perhaps six foot long and three foot wide, covered in a pink satiny sheet. Around the couch, there were four stools, one at each end and one on each side. Three middle-aged men sat on the stools at the side and base of the couch. Steven was told to lie on the couch on his stomach and Richard sat at the head of the couch.
"This, gentlemen, is Steven. Perhsps you would like to make acquaintance with his body. Steven found his feet and legs stroked, hands going under his pullover and shirt to feel his bottom over his underpants and hands stroking his back and even tickling the palms of his own hands. He felt very used and strange.
Then, suddenly, his socks were pulled off and, just as quickly, two men hauled his underpants down and off, carefully pulling his pullover and shirt back over his momentarily bared bottom.
"Now," Richard said, "I bet you feel scared now." He put his hand on Steven's pullover over his buttocks. "So close to being stripped and exposed.... But not yet..." Steven felt a new pair of briefs being pulled up his legs and, looking down, had a quick sight of his new scarlet leather briefs, before they disappeared under his shirt and were vigourously pulled over his bottom, balls and dick - they were much tighter and more rigid than his Y-fronts.
"Good," Richard said, "Now turn over."
Steven turned onto his back. "Time to lose your pullover," Richard said, pulling it off rapidly. As soon as it was off, the men worked together, rapidly, to remove his tie, unbutton his shirt, sit him up and remove the shirt. Just as quickly, they dressed him in a blue satin blouse, of the female variety, which was tied below his chest to reveal his midriff. Then they put him in pink, short socks and little pink canvas shoes. Finally, a large chiffon bow was tied around his neck.
They lay him back and admired their handiwork. Hands began to play over his body again, this time including the front of his briefs, before he was turned over and his arse, tightly wadded into the leather, was first stroked and then spanked hard, three times each. Not in great pain, but utterly humiliated, he was hauled to his feet, taken to the toilet where he was watched pissing, blindfolded and taken outside to a vehicle, which he guessed was a van, in which all the men were.
After not a very long journey, he felt the van bumping over rough ground and then coming to a halt. He was helped out and walked along a soft-feeling path.
Eventually, they stopped. Steven found himself in a small, circular clearing in quite dense scrub. There were some large logs and tree trunks scattered around and there were the charcoaly remains of a fire. A number of screwed up tissues were scattered around.
They led Steven to quite a large and long tree trunk and had him sit astride it at one end, and lie right back, one man holding his arms outstretched behind him. "Now we just wait," one of them said,
Before long, Steven became embarrassingly aware of a tall man, clad in leathers, standing at the edge of the clearing in partial cover, to his right, watching. Richard began to stroke Steven's thighs and tickle his balls over his scarlet briefs. The other men started quite overtly to rub their crotches.
The man in the leathers began to advance, and Steven realised that his long dick was sticking right out of his leathers. "Nice kid," he said. "What's his name?"
"Steven," Richard said.
"Right," the man said, "Do I get to feel?"
"Sure."
He knelt by the log and started to squeeze and knead Steven's briefs. Steven couldn't stop himself, he went very hard.
"Let's turn him over," Richard said.
They turned him over and played with his arse over his briefs and felt him between his legs.
"Let's put him over there," Steven said.
They took him to an upturned tree trunk and laid him over it, so his legs were spread, and his legs and arms were dangling down on each side. Roughly, they pulled his briefs to just above his knees. Then they started to spank him until it was hurting and he was flailing around, his arse as red as his briefs.
Hauling his briefs right off, so he was only in the satin top, they led him on through the forest until they came to a remote picnic spot with a small toilet block.
They took Steven inside. It was graffit'd beyond belief and clearly not in use for its proper purpose, but there were two naked men in one doorless cubicle. All the men stripped right off, hairy and hard, and the sore-bottomed little Steven was laid across three washbasins, his bottom in one. Men gathered round and started to wank, playing with Steven's body, especially his nipples under the blouse, whilst Richard wanked Steven. Soon everyone came onto Steven, including Steven himself.
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