"Please, I don't want to do this!"
"Then you want us to tell your mother what we know."
"NO! Please!"
"Because we will, if you make trouble."
"But uncle, isn't there any other way you and Mr Jones could punish me?"
"Mr Jones is your tutor. He knows about punishments. He knows what's right for 13 year old kids who get caught playing with themselves. Let's make a decision here, you going to get your bare arse smacked and used as we see fit or are we going to your mum?"
"It's not fair."
"It may not be fair but it is life. Which?"
"All right."
"OK, go upstairs and change into your school uniform - but pullover, not blazer."
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Richard Adams was a stocky, brown-haired thirteen year old, with blue eyes and smooth fair skin. He looked particularly fetching and cuddly now he was back downstairs in the large kitchen, in grey woollen pullover, grey shirt, school tie, black trousers and black leather shoes.
"What you've agreed to," his Uncle David said, "is to hand us your body to punish and treat as we like. Do you understand that?"
Richard hung his head. "Yes Uncle."
"Well, let's check that out. Go and stand in front of your tutor."
Richard did this.
"Pick up his hand and put it on your shoulder."
Richard did this.
"Say 'You own my shoulder'."
"You own my shoulder."
"Now put his hand on one of your tits."
"Do I have to?"
"Richard, come here and bend over the table."
Richard bent over the table by his uncle, his black-trouser clad bottom making a fine sight. His uncle took out a cane and whacked him, hard, tree times, the last stroke making him yell out.
"Are you going to argue again tonight?"
"No Uncle, I promise, please no more!"
"All right, get up and go to your tutor and put his hand on one of your tits."
This time, Richard complied.
"Turn round."
Richard turned round. "Your tutor will give you his hand, put it on your sore little bum."
Richard placed his tutor's hand on his arse.
"Say 'You both own my arse'."
"You both own my arse."
Turn round.
Richard turned back to face his tutor.
"Put his hand over your dick."
Richard blushed and was about to protest when he saw his uncle had picked up the cane. He placed his tutor's hand over his dick. His tutor's fingers tickled, very briefly, just enough to send a signal, create a fear.
"Good," Richard's uncle said, "say, 'you own my willie'."
His voice quivering, Richard repeated the phrase.
"And it's true, Richard," his uncle said, "by doing what you did, you've turned yourself into our slave. Say, 'I'm your slave.' "
"I'm your slave."
"Kneel down and lick your tutor's shoes."
Feeling ridiculous, Richard knelt and licked the black leather.
"Good. Stand up."
Richard stood, still flushed.
"Now I'll tell you Richard, we're going to undress you so you feel seriously embarrassed. Come over here and stand between my knees facing out from me."
Richard did this. His uncle closed his knees around Richard. "Now bend forward and undo your shoes and take them off while I tickle your bottom."
Richard bent forward to do the task as his uncle began to rub the seat of his trousers, especially over his cleft and between his legs. Eventually, he had the shoes off.
"Give them to me, kiss me on the lips and say 'Thank you uncle'."
Richard handed over the shoes, kissed his uncle, who patted his bottom, and thanked him.
"Now go to your tutor and let him take down your trousers".
Richard stood before his tutor who unbuckled his belt, undid his top button, unzipped him and pulled his black trousers to his knees.
"Walk back here as you are now and stand between my legs facing away from me."
As Richard shuffled over, his trousers fell to his ankles. He stood between his uncle's knees. "Now bend over and take off your trousers while I feel the seat of your underpants."
Richard bent forward and his uncle reached under his shirt and pullover to contact the thin cotton of his Y-fronts, tickling and fingering a little into his cleft.
A red-faced Richard handed over his trousers. "Say thank you, then suck my finger until I stop you."
Richard handed over his school trousers, thanked his uncle and started to suck his finger. "Move your mouth up and down my finger like it's your best friend's dick. Go on!" Richard began to move and his mouth up and down the finger. His uncle patted his arse. He became aware he was beginning to go hard and was glad he was wearing his shirt and pullover.
"Let's warm his arse up a bit more," his uncle said. "Come and lie across my knees."
He lay across his uncle's knees. His uncle lifted his shirt and pullover and gave him ten hard swipes on the seat of his underpants. Then he was sent to his tutor, who did the same.
He was allowed to stand. "How does your bottom feel?" he asked
"Hot."
"Sore?"
"Yes, sore too."
"Well, it's our bottom," his uncle said. "We can do what we like with it. Say, 'You can do what you like with my bottom'."
Richard repeated the mantra.
"He's looking hot. Richard, come here and I'll take off your pullover and tie."
Richard went to his uncle, who stood and removed his pullover and tie and undid the top button on his shirt. "Say thank-you."
"Thank you, uncle."
"Unzip your tutor's flies and kiss him, then come back and do the same for me."
In unzipping the flies, Richard became aware of the large bulges in their trousers. When he kissed, he found tongues inside his mouth and hands stroking the seat of his undies under his shirt. He started to go seriously hard.
"Come here," his uncle said.
He went to his uncle, who undid the buttons of his shirt and parted it briefly to look at his front and the front of his Y's. "Nice boner!" he said. "Go to your tutor and say, 'Please, Sir, take my shirt off.' "
"Please Sir, take my shirt off."
His tutor stood and removed his shirt, so he was just in white undies and black ankle socks, his hard little dick quite evident.
"Now, little schoolboy slave, we've taken your clothes off, you take off ours so we're just in our boxers."
Richard worked away at the task, with the two men touching and stroking him everywhere as he did his work. Soon, their immense bulges and damp patches were visible too.
"Time for some more spanking," Richard's uncle said. "Get a cushion from the front room, Richard."
When Richard returned, there was a stool placed in the centre of the kitchen.
"Put the cushion on top of the stool and lie over it."
Richard lay over it, arms and legs dangling on each side, arse uppermost. His uncle pulled off Richard's socks. They each spanked him, hard, 15 times. He was wriggling by the end.
"Stand up," his uncle ordered "and go to each of us, thank us and take down our shorts."
Richard did this and saw the men's large, hairy dicks for the first time.
His uncle sat and put Richard over his knee, then hauled his pants down. The tutor pulled the pants right off.
Richard's arse was beautifully red. His uncle adjusted Richard so Richard's dick was rubbing against his own, then he started to spank. The tutor started to wank. The tutor came first, all over Richard's arse. His uncle rubbed the tutor's cum over his hot little red arsecheeks, then made Richard lick his fingers. He went on spanking and, as Richard started spurting so did he, their cum mingling as his uncle rubbed and squeezed his arsecheeks.
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