"But this isn't right. Uncle Roger and Aunt Julia never punished me by spanking. It's out of date, Uncle Paul."
"It's not out of date hereabouts, I can assure you. And it was the way I was brought up. You moved from Roger and Julia because they couldn't control you."
"I'll complain to someone."
"Don't threaten me with that crap. Do you think you're going to be believed again? And even if you were removed, where would you go? You know that you like it here - you've wanted to come to me for ages because you like me, you like the place, and you like what I can give you. Well, the other side of that is you have to take my punishments."
"But uncle, it embarrassing to be 14 and bending over a man's knee!"
"Now we come to the point. I can understand your embarrassment. You always were a shy kid. But I'm not telling you to pull your pants down, this time anyway. I think you'd be best to get it over with, don't you? Come on, Justin, come and lie over my knees."
He was a very attractive boy, Paul thought. Black hair, cut quite short, brown eyes in a soft tanned face, about the right height for his age and an adorable butt in his black cotton jeans, now displaying itself to great effect as Justin settled over his knees.
He placed his hand on the seat of Justin's jeans, his first chance to feel the boy's hot young butt. "You know, Justin," he said, "you have the perfect arse for spanking." He stroked the boy's bottom. "Just perfect," he said - and smacked it hard.
"Youch!" Justin yelled.
"It's no good hollering on the first spank: there's plenty more to come - I suggest you save the yelling until it really hurts."
He started to rain down harsh spanks. And before long it really was hurting, Justin really was yelling and Paul had the hardest dick he'd had for a very long time.
***
[A day later]
"Uncle, I know I've done wrong, but can't you just spank me like you did yesterday?"
"Why do you always have to argue? I warned you what I would do if you went on misbehaving. Get your shoes off."
"But...
"If you go on arguing, I'll take your shirt as well as your trousers and shoes."
"But.."
"Right! Your shirt comes off as well. Next stop: bare bottom...... I thought that might stop you in your tracks. Take off your shoes, then come to me."
"Uncle, could I take off my shirt and trousers, please. I feel so silly having you do it. Like I'm a little boy."
"That's the idea. Come here.
Justin stood before his uncle, in his socks. Paul pulled his shirt out of his trousers, then unbuttoned it and took it off. Justin had a blue T-shirt beneath. Then he undid Justin's belt and top snap, unzipped him and pulled his trousers to his ankles. He was wearing red boxer shorts.
Having had Justin climb out of his trousers, Paul sat and looked at his young nephew, "I think we can improve on your underwear," he said, mysteriously. "Over my knees with you."
Justin once again lay over Paul's knees, feeling more exposed this time. Paul folded back his T-shirt to reveal a little area of smooth bare skin in the small of his back. He put his hand on the seat of Justin's boxers and let one finger press the fabric a little into the boy's cleft.
So began the second spanking, which before long had Justin yelling and writhing.
Eventually, Paul stopped, his hand on the boy's arse. "Feels hot, even through these boxers," he said. "Let's see." He put his hand up under the one leg of the boxers onto the bare flesh of the lower part of one buttock. "Oh yes," he said. "Red hot!"
***
In the early evening of the next day, Paul took his nephew into town and stopped outside a man's clothing shop. The sign at the door said, "Closed", amd the shutters were drawn, but Paul rang the bell and they were admitted by a balding man in a smart suit, middle aged. He locked the door after them and drew down the blind.
"So this is the boy, Paul," the tailor said.
"This is Justin."
"And you want me to kit him out with new underwear and with shorts instead of longs?
"Yep."
"But..." Justin made to protest.
"Justin, do you want me to spank your bare butt in front of this man?"
"No, Sir."
"Right, that's better. Just do what the man says. Everything he says. Understand?"
"Yes, Uncle."
"Right, Justin," the tailor said, "don't you worry, we'll soon have you kitted out. Take off all your clothes except your shorts, T-shirt and socks."
"Have you a changing room, please Sir?"
"No need for that, we're all men here. Hurry up and strip off please."
Sweating and flushed, Justin stripped to his underwear.
"Ah yes, I see the problem," the tailor said. "Let's just get some measurements." He measured the boy's waist and chest, then inside leg. When he did inside leg, he ensured his fingers tantalised the boy's scrotum, making him blush even more.
"Right, now I need to look at dick size," the tailor said. "Strip off your shorts.."
Justin looked horrified. "Strip off ,my....??"
"Your shorts. Come on I haven't all day." The tailor grabbed the waistband of Justin's boxers and yanked the boxers down to his knees. "See", he said, "no big deal. Take 'em off."
Stunned, Justin removed his shorts.
"This T-shirt's in the way," the tailor said, lifting it up and off Justin's shoulders. Justin stood naked except for short socks, in front of his uncle and the tailor. He instinctively covered his penis, balls and small wisps of pubic hair from them with his hands.
"Hands on hips!" the tailor growled. "Yes.. and keep them there. I can't measure your dick with your hands in front of it. This is for your own comfort, you know."
The tailor took out a short silver-coloured metal rule, laid hold of Justin's dick, stretched it forward, measured and wrote down the result. Then he put his hand on Justin's scrotum, lifted his dick off it and measured from the base of his soft dick to the end of his scrotum at the back.
"Now. Last thing. I need to measure your prick when it's hard. Play with it to make it hard."
"Here?"
"Yes, here. Or do you want me to play with it for you?"
Hastily, Justin started to wank himself, trying to look anywhere but the tailor and his uncle. He was quickly hard. The tailor measured both sides of his erect dick.
"Good boy!" the tailor said patting and squeezing the boy's erection. "You can get dressed now. I'll send the clothing over on Saturday morning."
***
On Saturday morning after breakfast, a large package was delivered at the door. Paul took it upstairs and a little later summoned Justin to his bedroom. "Here are your clothes for today," he said, handing him a small carrier bag. "Take them to your room and change into them now."
Once in his room, Justin found he had been given a white cotton vest, white Y-fronts, white socks and white canvas shoes. "Uncle?" he called from his room "Did you forget the trousers and shirt?"
"Nope," his uncle called back. "You know you're due a punishment. This is where it starts, having to wear underclothes round the house today. The punishment continues this evening - I'll explain at the time."
So, much to Paul's delight, Justin had to go everywhere during the day in his white undies. And Paul chose as many opportunties as possible to pat his bottom, which looked quite entrancing. The display of long, smooth, leg and thigh was also overwhelmingly exciting.
In the evening at about 7, Paul gave Justin a top coat, though no shirt or trousers, and took him off in his car. Justin felt uncomfortable and exposed, bare legged in the front of the car. They went into town, slowed by a barber's shop on a corner, went round the corner into an empty side street and stopped by a side door to the shop.
Paul led a very nervous Justin (whispering "what if someone sees me like this?!"} to the door and rang the bell. The barber let them in, seeming to know Paul well, took Justin's coat, as commanded by Paul, and led them into the main shop.
"But I don't need a haircut," Justin said.
"It's part of your punishment," Paul replied grimly. "Sit in the chair."
First, the barber shampooed and dried Paul's hair, then trimmed and tidied it with scissors and an electric shaver. So far, no problem, though Justin did feel uncomfortable sitting in a barber's chair in his vest and underpants.
Then, the chair was suddenly tilted right back and his uncle drew up a stool to sit one side of him. "Because it's part of your punishment to be a little boy," he said, "we are now going to shave off your pubic hair."
Before Justin could even consider protest, his underpants were pulled to his ankles and his vest was lifted off him. He was lying back, with a man on each side of him should he struggle or protest, naked except for his underpants at his ankles, his socks and his canvas shoes.
The barber produced a shaving brush and lathered his pubic area. To his horror, his dick started to go hard and soon was pointing straight upwards. The barber took hold of it, pressed it forward a little, and began to wet shave his pubes. It was a very quick job. the lather was rinsed off, and he was hairless like a small boy once more.
"Now the punishment," his uncle said.
They laid him over a stool and the barber took the broad, leather, razor strop off the wall. They took it in turns to strap him, never very hard, but gradually building up a pleasing redness in his arsecheeks and ever greater sensitivity to each blow, so soon he was wriggling around very uncomfortably. Finally, the barber took out a bottle of blue astringent after-shave and patted some onto onto his bottom, making him yell out, jump off the stool and run naked round the room howling with pain. The barber picked him up bodily, sat him in a sink and turned on the cold tap. He felt completely humiliated.
***
On the next day, Sunday, Paul had Justin dress in short, grey, school shorts, a white shirt, red tie, grey long socks and black shoes, and took him to church, where they sat at the back along with a family Paul evidently knew, a husband and wife with two boys, aged perhaps 11, who sat each side of him in their smart long trousers. Justin felt very humilated by this, all the more because one of the boys kept tickling the backs of his thighs when we was standing to sing hymns - and the other kept staring at the obvious bulge in the crutch of his shorts and fingering the front of his own trousers as he looked.
After the service, they went back to these friends' house for lunch. When they walked into the front parlour, Justin was surprised to find a fair haired, blue-eyed little 13 year old, just in white briefs and vest, standing in the corner with his hands on his head.
"This is Charles, Justin," the boy's father said. "As you can see, your uncle is not the only person who believes in punishment by humiliation. Charles, take Justin to your room and get him ready for lunch."
"Do they do this to you often?" Justin said, when they were in Charles' room.
"Quite often to any of us. I've got used to it. You have to take off everything except your vest and pants, now - like me."
"Oh no!" Justin said, "it's so embarrassing, especially in front of people you don't know."
"Tell me about it!" Charles said. "Hurry up, or we'll get stripped and spanked and no lunch."
Justin stripped down to his underwear and they washed their hands in the bathroom before going down, barefoot.
At lunch, it was as if nobody noticed the two boys were in underwear, except one of the 11 year olds next to Justin, who furtively stroked his inner thighs under the table from time to time.
After the boys had cleared up lunch, the father of the three boys said to the two younger ones "Right boys, you know it's your job now to do the older boys' punishments whilst we adults relax out here on the patio. Take them up to the punishment room - and bring them back to show us the results."
"This way, Justin," said one of the two little ones, leading up the stairs. Charles followed Justin and the the other younger boy came at the rear. They climbed two sets of stairs to an attic room, labelled "Punishment Room", with a very well-drawn picture of a boy's bare arse being caned underneath.
They all went inside and shut the door. There was a couple of armchairs, a settee, some stools, a bed, several mirrors on the wall and ceiling, and, hanging on the wall, a cane, a birch, a cat, a belt, a whip, a martinet, a tawse, a large flat wooden spoon, and a large canvas sports shoe.
"Explain things to Justin, Charles" one of the small boys said.
"The boys have to punish us. If we don't obey, they get dad, who strips us naked and canes us in front of everyone - that's the worst, I can tell you. If they don't get our arses good and red, they get caned by dad, same way."
"So we've got to take it."
"We've got to take it. We have to do everything they say, however disgusting or painful it is. And believe me, they're into some bad things".
"Only because you've done them to us," one of the youngsters said.
"I haven't," Justin said.
"No, but if we get into trouble today, you might," the other young boy said. "OK - let's get going. We'll start with you Charles. Lie on the bed."
Charles lay on the bed on his back. One of the little boys straddled his chest and took out his small dick, laying it on Charles' mouth. "Have a drink," he said and pissed long and hard into Charles' mouth. Charles swallowed vigorously.
Despite himself, Justin was strangely turned on. The little boy on top of Charles stood on the bed, his dicks still dripping and pulled off his trousers and underpants. Then he squatted over Charles so his arsecheeks were on Charles' lips. "Lick", he ordered.
Charles started to lick. The little boy got off Charles and had Charles kneel on the bed behind him. The little boy spread his knees, bent forward and Charles, knowing what was expected, pulled his little arsecheeks apart and started tonguing him. "You like this," the other boy said to Justin, his dick in his hand."Look at your hard-on."
After Charles had had a good long lick, the two youngsters, who were now both naked from the waist down, hairless and hard, got Charles off the bed, bent him over the broad cushioned arm of the settee, pulled down his underpants, took the flat spoon from the wall, and started to smack his arse, hard. Soon he was yelling out and begging them to stop, his arsecheeks flexing and hips gyrating. Eventually, when his arse was really red, they stopped. He got up cursing and swearing and rubbing his arsecheeks.
"OK Justin, it's you next," one of the little ones said. "We're going to start out by stripping you bollocks naked. Lie on the bed."
Justin lay there as they pulled off his vest and underpants. He was still hard.
"Oh look!" one of the little ones said, "they've shaved his hair off."
"Nice and smooth," the other said, stroking Justin's balls and dick. He climbed up and straddled Justin. You're going to suck my dick," he said. Justin had to suck the hard little penis until the youngster had a dry cum, moaning with pleasure.
"I want to look at his arsehole," the other one said. "Kneel forward on the bed, Justin, and stick your arse up and out."
Feeling so embarrassed, Justin did this. The boy lubricated his finger and started to rub the lubricant onto Justin's anus. Then he lubricated again and pressed his finger inward. Justin groaned at the intrusion, but then experienced whole new senations as one, then two, then three hot little fingers started sliding and walking up and down his rectum. He was quite sad when the fingers were removed and he was led to bed over the arm of the settee.
One of the little ones reached down the tawse and the youngsters took it in turns to beat his arse. It stung and then he was sore and then his arse started to burn and he could no longer stop himself from yelling out. By the time they finished, he was seriously red.
Each of the older boys had to re-dress in shoes, socks and vest but hold their underpants in their hands as they were led down, barebottom, to the patio, where they had to queue up to bend over in front of each guest in turn and have their bottoms closely examined and probed. The little boys were deemed to have done well.
***