The following multi-multi-part saga-epic is a revisit and continuation of an earlier APPLE BUTT story (archived under the UNLCE ROD archives). While the content is all original, some of these stories are reworkings of others stories. Enjoy!
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The next day began with another football game in the back yard, this time with Stan and Stan's little friend from next door, Raymond. About noon we went inside, and Derek made all four of us grill cheese sandwiches.
I was really annoyed having to play with these little kids. I HATED it when they referred to me as their "cousin." I wasn't their _f_u_c_k_ing COUSIN. Bill was not my UNCLE! Just because their uncle married my step father doesn't dictate that we are really relatives.
I went and sulked for awhile up in Derek's room, and counted it down until I could be back home. Why couldn't I have visited my REAL Uncle - Uncle Rod? This just sucked.
"Tommy!" Stan came in. "Wanna come out and play some more?"
"What are you little brats playing?" I asked.
"Nothing you'd be good at," Derek said, right behind Stan. "Don't bother with him, Stan. He's just a fag who doens't like sports, right fag-boy?"
"Bite me, ass-wipe!" I yelled. "Just because I'm not good at football and baseball doesn't mean I'm not good at all sports. Wait until we go swimming! I'll smoke you!"
"HA! We'll see about that!" Derek laughed.
"Why don't you come on out," Stan said, with a pleading look in his eyes. "It''ll be fun!"
I sighed and followed the little kids on out. It was more of the same. Me and Stan versus Ray and Derek. Needless to say MY team didn't win, and after we finished the game Derek and I went inside to watch a bit of TV.
Derek found a program showing a cooking show and made some other wisecrack, which I ignored and picked up a magazine. He knew he had struck gold with the "fag" comments, and clearly was pushing me, saying (almost shouting) basically anything with the word gay or gay in it.
Finally I completely had it and leaped up, grabbed him by the throat and pulled him to the floor and started to punch the hell out of him. He struggled, yelled a bit and fought back, but I landed a few good punches, one of which already giving him a nice black eye.
Thwat! Thwat! Thwat!
I was completely absorbed in my task of paying him back for the wisecracks, the big dick comments and the forth of July beatings he participated in, until I felt a really tight grip on my shoulder.
It was Derek's dad - a very angry Derek's dad!
Now, while Derek's dad, my "Uncle" Bill, was a fair man, he was also a very strict man. I had heard from Markley how his brother shared his respect of discipline wayward children. Markley even warned me that Bill had, in the recent past, spank Derek and his little brother (11) , sent to bed, stood in the corner, made to wear shorts for a time - anything to teach a lesson in humility, and to force good behaviour.
According to Markley (something he threatened on me), his favourite was to treat them as though they were 5 or more years younger for a few weeks to teach them to act their age. This once meant the younger bother wearing diapers for 2 weeks - seriously!!
When Uncle Bill pulled my off Derek I could see how angry he was. "TOMMY, What are your doing to Derek" he yelled at me. I couldn't begin to answer I was so angry. He begin to shake me, "Look what you've done to your cousin! I will not tolerate bullying like this; Whatever Derek has done, he doesn't deserve this." He turned to Derek, "What's been going on?"
Through highly fakey tears, Derek blubbed, "I was just t-t-t-t-teasing S-s-s-imon a bit and he wu-wu-went for me." .
I interrupted - "Yeah but its been going on for ages - he's got no respect."
Uncle Bill turned back to me and glared. "I am VERY surprised at you, though we hardly see a great deal of you Tommy, so I am not really in the position to know what you are capable of. Given that I am truly amazed that anything Derek could be saying could be so significant if that. So what was it then? Tell me what you find so offensive?"
I suddenly realised that my objections were going to sound rather tame in the overall scheme of things. I stalled for a bit, and finally admitted "He keeps saying I am gay," I mumbled.
"Well are you?!" he demanded "After all, your father was telling me that you haven't had a girlfriend."
I blushed at that one, as he continued:
"As you know, Derek here as had a few recently, and he is 3 years younger than you! Seems a perfectly reasonable question to me."
Derek and his little brother (who had now joined the little party) couldn't quite stifle their sniggers at this point!
"No I'm not!" I said, suddenly not so sure of myself.
"You want to punch me for asking too, Tommy?" he asked.
"No, Uncle Bill."
"So its not such a big deal is it; you just wanted to show Derek how much stronger you are than he is. That's bullying in my book. I had been hoping not to do this, and leave all discipline to the boys, but you leave me no choice," he said sitting down. '"I'm going to have to be the one to punish you for this. You need to know how to control that temper, respect other people, and begin to act your age. Am I understood?"
"But its not like that. He was....."
"Frankly I'm not interested. Look at Derek's face, you might have broken his nose, luckily all he has is a shiner. You saying that's deserved for a bit of name calling from someone your age?"
I had to agree. "No sir," I mumbled.
"Exactly, Tommy. No Excuse." He turned to his son. "Derek, take Tommy up to your room and get him ready for his punishment, in the same way as you get ready for your own. Tell me if he is difficult" he turned back to me. "Follow Derek and do exactly what he says - and do NOT obstruct him in any way or this will be much worse for you. This part alone will teach you respect, but I will call you when I am ready to properly punish you."
"But I thought me and Stan were going to be able to punish him!" Derek whined.
"I think this first one should be from me," Bill said, glaring back at me. "After tonight, if YOU do a good job and watch how to do it, you two little guys can be in charge."
"Okay," Derek said, grudgingly.
"Thanks, Daddy!" Stan said, hugging his old man, like he had promised them a trip to Disney World!
As soon as we were out of earshot and up the stairs, Derek was already chuckling to himself. "Your sure going to get it now" he kept saying. Now as I said, I knew Uncle Bill was strict, but I wasn't sure what this "get ready" thing meant. . I wasn't about to apologise, but I wanted to know what was going on. Derek was happy to oblige! "Dad has got a new way of spanking me now I'm nearly a teen," he said, in a hushed tone. "Now when I get spanked I have to do exactly what I'm going to do to you now," he grinned. We had reached his room. "Better start getting naked!"
"You mean he spanks you bare?" I stammered.
"Yep! Just like his brother, my Uncle and your step father, so you should be use to that part," Derek laughed.
"Yeah! Naked!" Stan chimed in.
"And then sum! " Derek continued. "Best of all its going to happen to my girly cousin right in front of us. You been asking for it too - you always reckon your so much better than me!!!"
"Ah, man!" I whispered. I hadn't even been here for twenty-five hours, and I was already being prepared for my FIRST spanking. This did not bode well!
"Best take of your shoes and socks, Tommy, then come over here," said Derek as he sat on his bed. I started to ask him what he was going to do, but he was having nothing of it. "Hush, big man! No more talking now, you'll soon see - and don't even think about stalling me or Ill go right down and tell dad."
"And believe me you don't want him to get involved until he has called," Stan added.
"Yeah," Derek continued. "He'll be walking past occasionally anyway, and if we are not making progress, he'll assume you are resisting me anyway!"
In no position to argue, I began to remove my shoes and socks - seeing that that the door was open, and that things would be easily seen from all the other rooms. At this point, Derek's little brother started singing, "Tommy's gettin his bum spanked" over and over.
"Hush, squirt," I grunted, struggling with my shoes.
"Quiet down Tommy; just get on with it....Stan, stay if you want; see what happens when Dad spanks teens like me."
"Ha! You're only 12 - you wouldn't know," I said, as I approached Derek barefoot.
"Mmmm, maybe. But a 12 year old who's about to strip a 15 year old hairless, dicked teen boy stark naked for a bare assed spanking!!!!!!!!" grinned Derek evilly, as he grabbed hold of my belt and began to unbuckle it.
I grabbed Derek's hands, but already could hear heavy footsteps in the hall. I let go, and Derek slowly removed my belt. "Dad," piped up Stan, "you really going to be spanking Tommy's bare bum?"
"Sure am, son," he replied. "In a while - glad to see things moving along here," as he padded back down stairs.
By now I was bright red as Derek instructed me to pull up my arms as he removed my T Shirt. When my top was naked, he placed my hands on top of my head, looked me in the eye and mouthed 'Queer' very softly and slowly to me - warning me not to even think of moving my hands. I then felt Derek's hands in my jeans unbuttoning the fly. I could feel a stirring down there and realised with horror that I was getting a boner.
As I felt my jeans being pulled over my thighs I stared down; sure enough, my dick was getting clearly visible though my boxerbriefs. As instructed, I stepped out of my jeans but Derek was quick to notice my embarrassment. "Well, well - what do we have here!!!" he giggled, as I felt his hands slip into the sides of my briefs, and begin to peel them down hardening my tool even further.
"Noooooo!" I cried as I quickly grabbed the front and back, so that we had a mini-struggle on our hands, nearly ripping my pants!
"Daaaaaad!!" squawked Derek and Stan almost together, which like a jolt of electricity, had me place my hands quickly on my head, and my pants dropped quickly down to my ankles.
"What?" called up Bill.
"He's ready for you!" recovered Derek. I breathed out with relief.
"Fine, I'll call up when I'm ready," he called back.
So I am standing there, buck naked, with a boner, in front of those 12 and 11 year old boys, hands on my head. "Mmm, you know what you were saying about me just being 12," said Derek staring down at my dick. "Well, do I need to remind you of something, big man!"
With that he pulled down his own jeans and pants to reveal a hard and hairy dick, maybe nearly three inches bigger than mine, and a lot fatter too - I should have kept my mouth shut.
"There's a real MAN's _c_o_c_k_! Admit it!" he taunted, waving it about. "If anyone's a teen around here its me."
"Come n, man," I whispered.
"Go on say it, or I'll tell dad you struggled."
"Please! Don;t do this!"
"Say, 'Derek's the real teenage dude round here, I'm just a little boy with a tiny dick'! No wait - I forgot someone else who's younger but still bigger than you," Derek said, turning to his brother. "Hey Stan - come join us!!"
With that, Stan dropped his shorts and revealed his own impressive tool. It might have been slightly smaller, but like his 12 year old brother, it was also fat and it also was sporting a small bush of pubes - something I didn't even have yet!
"As I thought - your the same size as Stan here - who's only 11!"
They both collapsed in giggles.
"How does it feel for a 15 year old to be walking around with a 11 year olds dick?"
"Hey, screw you!" I said back (in probabbly my last act of bravery for the week). "You two are still just a couple of little boys! That's why Markley had to put down the plastic sheets when you both visited last week!"
Ooooh! Bad move getting...er..._c_o_c_k_y!
"Oh, you're in for it now!" Derek snapped. If you DON'T say it, Dad will soon know what trouble you've been."
"But I haven't been!"
"He doens't know that...yet!"
"Pleeeeese!" I whined, to their delight.
"Just say, 'Derek's the real teenage dude round here, I'm just a little boy with a tiny dick.'"
I looked down at my feet and mumbled the sentence.
"Louder and to us both," Derek demanded.
I lifted my head and said clearly, "Derek's the real teenage dude round here. I'm...I'm just a little boy with a tiny dick."
"So, out of m and you and Stan, who is the little boy?" demanded Derek.
"I am," I replied, utterly defeated, the other two in fits of hysterics.
With that, Derek said to go and stand in the corner as I was with my nose against the wall, hands on head. When I am called, I was to go to the front room where uncle Bill would be waiting and the two boys. Above all, Derek advised, I was to keep my hands on my head at all times. With that they left me, naked against the wall, chatting about how they would call me Junior or something, while I awaited my Hot Date!
Time passed, footsteps padded past the room as the rest of the family carried on, using the bathroom and so on. Occasionally Stan would pop his head in and sing "Tommy's getting his bum spanked", , or sometimes he'd say, "Junior's getting his bum spanked."
I just waited....and waited. At least my hardon had gone! About an hour later I heard Bill call out, and at last I left my corner, hands still on head, and walked naked downstairs into the front room.
Bill greeted me with, "Well, young man, I hope you have had a chance to think about what you've done. You've been stupid, immature and above all demonstrated no respect for other people. I want you to ask your cousin for forgiveness and ask him to suggest a punishment."
I turned to a grinning Derek, and noticed him stare straight at my dick. "Derek, I'm truly sorry for what I have done; it was wrong of me and I hope you will be able to forgive me and be my friend again. Please tell your Dad how I should be punished."
I couldn't believe I actually said that! ICK!
"Well Derek - what's it to be," asked his father.
Derek paused theatrically before suggesting 50 hand spanks followed by 15 with the belt, 10 with the paddle Markley had givent them, 5 with the cane and a weeks 'regression'.
Regression???
I didn't have a clue what the last bit was about, but quickly focused on the pain my bare bottom was about to experience. I started to plead with my step-uncle - but he waived me away saying its Derek's choice, and it seems fine with him - best plead with Derek.
I tuned to my little step-cousin. "Please Derek, its not fair, please don't have me spanked so much," I stammered.
"I think so," he replied "You know you've been asking to get your fanny spanked hard for all you've done to me. Best get yourself over my dads lap, or I'll ask him to do more." Finally beaten, still with my hands on my head, I shuffle over to Uncle Bill and lower myself over his lap and closed my eyes.
My step-uncle didn't waste any time; hard slaps quickly started landing on my bare bum. First he covered each cheek, then the top of my legs, before starting over. After only one circuit I was hurting bad, and crying out a little; but I so badly did not want to cry in front of my "cousins""
However half way in I was sobbing freely and so ashamed. I had never felt such a hard hand spanking as this in quite some time (maybe since Uncle Rod!) and couldn't believe how much it would hurt. Above all though, I had been turned from a pretty mature, intelligent confident teenager into a hollering naked little boy with a well beaten bottom - and those little _s_h_i_t_s were witnessing this transformation!
I really thought that the spanking would last forever, but he soon stopped and stood me up. Tears running down my face, snivelling from my head being almost upside down - I must have looked pathetic. I quickly went to rub my hot ass - but Bill soon put me right; "Get your hands back on your head boy; this hasn't finished yet - don't you dare touch that bottom!"
I complied and tuned away from those brats, not wanting to see their obvious pleasure from my humiliation. I could catch bits of their hushed conversation though, mainly about my rear already being so red, and me being such a sissy for crying.
By now Bill had removed his belt and had doubled it up. He was back in position and grabbed my arm, pulling me towards him again. "Please no more," I sobbed.
Derek didn't even wait for to be asked for his opinion, "You're wasting your breath there, Tommy; you need to feel the belt on your bare behind! You think the spanking hurt!"
Without further comment, his dad pulled me back over his lap into the familiar position. He was right, that first blow with the belt was like nothing I had felt; I yelled out as load as I could. "Quiet down, son or I'll double it. I know it hurts but your behaving like a Girl. Not even Stan's as bad as that - or maybe he's more of a dude that you are right now?"
It was not the sort of question waiting for an answer - and frankly I was more interested in the immense pain from my bottom to take in what he was saying. The significance would become clear much later though. Meanwhile I tried my best to keep down my yells as 15 more intense swipes of the belt hit my bum and the tops of my legs.
By the end I was not just sobbing - I was crying freely and loudly as my step-uncle stood me up. Once again I was desperate to rub my so sore bum, but as soon as I started to move my hands, Bill was on to me:
"You know the rules Tommy - hold 'em there! Now you boys - keep an eye on him while I fetch the paddle and the cane." And he left me there crying while he went upstairs.
Of course my two "cousins" were quick to take advantage of the situation - both of them patting my bum. "OOOooh its so warm and red," giggled Stan to his older brother.
"Yeah!" he replied, then to me. "Not so smart now, are you queerboy? Look at you there crying your eyes out. Dads right - even little Stan stands up to more than you" With that he gave my bum a really hard swot which started me sobbing again. The humiliation - even a 12 year old was making me cry now.
As soon as we heard Bill's footsteps on the stairs they went back to where they were. He handed the cane to his youngest boy, and took me once again over his lap where ten hard whack of the paddle found their mark.
I cried and cried and cried, knowing full well how ridiculous this must have looked. A fifteen year old screaming like a little baby (especially one with as much experience as me getting spanked!)
Still, at this point I didn't care. This was much worse than any beating Markley had given me; guess I was should have been relieved Bill wasn' the brother that married my mother.
When that was done he stood me up and glared at me. "OK Tommy, for your caning, you can put yourself over the arm of the sofa," he said it so matter of fact - like I was going for a haircut. This felt so barbaric though, I couldn't believe what was happening - like I was in a trance.
This time I didn't even argue with him or ask for mercy - I just folded myself over the arm as he wanted me, my quivering, beaten ass sticking right up in the air.
I remember most the loud swish followed my an impact - then just slightly afterwards a huge rush of pain which made me scream out. I was begging now for mercy and saying anything, even that I loved Derek and never meant to hurt him, and how sorry I was (a complete lie - the power of the cane).
I jut got a loud "QUIET" from my efforts, followed my a load swish and the sudden rush of more pain.
SWIIIIITCH!
This time I couldn't keep in the scream, and each swish of the cane got me screaming loader. By the end I was crying loader than ever - and I just didnt care who knew about it. I was a naked, well punished bawling little boy. And I was so sorry for what I had done - not for actually doing it you understand, but for doing it there and then, when I could easily have done it later in the week.
Bill pulled me off the sofa, and holding me by the shoulders said, "That's enough of your hollering - its over. I hope you learned your lesson. Go over, apologise to Derek again, and since he is the one who is suppose to be in charge of you this week..."
"HEY!" Stan piped up.
"Sorry, ONE of the ones taking care of you this week, ask him if you have been punished enough, and ONLY if he his happy, ask if it is OK to do your corner time."
"O-o-ok," I sniffled.
Bill then cleared his throat, as he winked at his oldest boy. "He'll tell you what to do. Ask him really nicely - you need some time to calm down a bit. Oh, and in case your wondering - your hands stay on your head for the duration of this - so keep them up."
So with that - I stiffly padded over to Derek and Stan who were sitting on the other side of the room with huge grins on their faces. I had sort of calmed down by this - whilst I must have looked a right mess - at least I didn't have to blubber in front of them.
"Derek, I'm really sorry for what I did, and hope that you can forgive me. I didn't mean to hurt you so bad. Are you happy that I have been punished enough tonight?" I asked, hoping he wouldn't be a really vindictive bastard.
He just said simply "for now" with a strange look on his face; Stan started giggling at this stage . Taking that as an OK, I then asked if I could do my 'corner time.'
Derek looked at his watch. "It's getting late, Tom," Derek said (it was only 5pm!). "I think you should sleep on your tummy tonight now, and tomorrow you can do your 'corner time.'"
"What?" I was stunned. "That doesn't make ANY sense," I siad, looking at Uncle Bill.
"Makes sense to me," Bill said. "You've been acting like such a naughty little boy, I think you should have to go to bed earlier than usual tonight."
"But corner time in the morning?" I said, still hands on the head.
"Don't worry, your bottom should still be warm tomorrow," Bill said. "Now, you heard your cousin. Up to bed with you."
I shuffled on upstairs, totally naked and totally dreading what waited me on Day Three!
007 – Cousins: Tan Lines
Well, the morning came too soon, as both Derek and Stan woke me by pushing the covers off. I was not allowed to put on any clothes, and had to sit and have breakfast totally naked. I even had to put on an apron when I did the dishes.
"Your butt still hurt, boy," Bill said, when we were alone.
"Yeah, a little," I said. Actually it still hurt A LOT, but Bill was being nice again.
"Well, after you do your corner time, we can put this all...heh-heh...behind us." Even I had to smile at that one.
It was about 11 that morning when Derek came in and lead me to the corner opposite the big bay window overlooking the street, pushed my nose to the wall and told me to stay like that till his dad said I could move. I realized that anyone walking by would see exactly what was going on and that I had my butt whipped - of course, having said that, anyone passing the evening before would have seen the whole thing actually happen.
I stood there for about an hour whilst Stan watched cartoons, and Derek played with his gameboy. Throughout the time they made loads of wise cracks - most of which I just tuned out. I just kept thinking about my rstill red butt and how much I wanted to finally put some clothes on!
Then, after about twenty minutes, Stan's best friend, Raymond, from next door appeared at the open window to see if we were up to play some more football, and evidently couldn't believe his eyes.
"WOAH!" the kid said. "He's got one red butt!"
"Should have seen it last night!" Derek laughed.
"Tommy was beaten for bullying Derek yesterday," giggled Stan to his little friend. "You should have seen him - he's been bawled his eyes out like a little baby!!"
"Why don't you screw off - or I'll get the pair of you later!" I started....
Derek had other ideas. "You won't be getting anyone for a while! " he said, adding. "Don't forget that Uncle Markley actually gave us permission to punish you."
"You don't have the nerve!" I sneered. "Besides, you said yourself it was only a fake threat!"
"Just test us, Tom!" he laughed. "You want my dad to know what you just said?"
"No, no I don't. Don't tell him please," I stammered. I felt so close now to wearing clothes again, I didn't want to screw it up NOW!
"Just keep quiet and stay where you are," finished Derek.
"OH! I remember!" Raymond said, letting himself into the house. "Is he the same cousin you guys got to spank last week on July 4th?"
"Yup! And after last night, Daddy promised we might be able to do it again!"
"WOW! Cool!" Raymond said. "Call me next time THAT happens!"
"Sure!"
"Tommy doesn't look much older then us," that little chatterbox, Raymond, continued. "Surprised he gave your brother that shiner - Derek's massive! Look at his butt though - your dad really spanked him good, if that was from last night."
"He used his hand, a paddle, the belt and a cane!" Stan said in awe.
"Wow! That's the end of it from your Daddy, eh?"
Stan giggled again."That's not the end of it. You know what my dad's like."
With this my ears really pricked up. I was looking forward to getting my pants back on and getting back to being 'Me' rather than standing around like a naked little boy. What could Stan possible mean?
"Yeah," replied Raymond said to his buddy. "I remember what happened to you last year!"
I was really straining to hear this - what with the traffic outside and the TV, I was only getting bits of it. Suddenly I gathered that, dispite what Bill had said to me in the kitchen, my beating and almsot 24 hours of 'naked time' was definitely NOT the end of it.
So to speak.
"We'll see about that," I finally piped up. "Your father said that since I've been so good this morning, that there's nothing else after this corner time!"
"Oh, really!" Derek said, hopping up to get into my face.
"Yeah! And once that is done, then I'm just staying as far away from you little pests as long as I can!"
"You homo." Derek growled. "If you really reckon this is over you are so wrong. Just wait till dad gets back in here," and then gave me three really hard slaps to my beaten ass. He was definitely strong; not only did they throw me off balance, on top of all else I received from the night before, it started more tears from my eyes.
With this, he laughed and stalked off out of the room
Hearing my sniffs, Stan's friend said, "You're right, he's a real baby isn't he? Derek barely touched him. So what's you dad going to do to him?"
I felt sick, and standing there naked, hands on head, I strained to listen in to the 11 year olds conversation to get any clue about what was likely to happen to me.
"Well, Dad reckons Tommy has really been mean. You know Derek got a black eye, well Dad is sure that Tommy really hurt him - he is older after all- so he wants to make sure Tommy respects people and acts his age," Stan said, before laughing. "It's really funny because Derek isn't hurt at all - you know how hard he is!! Dad asked Derek to get Tommy ready for his beating - so he stripped Tommy naked. You should see his weiner - its really tiny. Derek keeps calling him a 'Fag', which I think is because he is such a girl!"
The pair of them piped up with a session of 'queer boy' which got them giggling like mad
That was enough for me, "Why don't the pair of you just _f_u_c_k_ OFF!" I yelled. But suddenly I was chilled.
"You just haven't learned have you?" It was Bill back in the room. He came over to me and pulled me around out of the corner so I could see the fury in his face. "Your cousin was right! A beating isn't enough for you - you seem intent on making those younger and weaker than you somehow scared of you. Stan is only 11! Well its going to stop right now. Stay exactly where you are and don't say a thing!"
With that he stalked out of the room and went upstairs, leaving me facing the pair of eleven year olds in my full nakedness . He called for Derek and sent him down to the lounge - meanwhile I could hear him moving around forcefully in Derek and my room upstairs.
"Yeah you're right!" piped up Stan's little friend. "His dick is tiny! Your dad is really cross too - what you think will happen?" Stan couldn't answer, as Derek had arrived and was demanding what was going on.
"Tommy swore at us, and Dad caught him," giggled Stan. "Tommy's really going to get it now isn't he Derek?!"
Derek turned towards me and walked over with a truly evil grin on his face. "Tom, you were right - he had said this was enough for you and that this was going to be the end of your punishment. He's changed his mind now - now you really will be my little cousin!!"
"Wh..whats do you mean?" I asked suddenly more scared - though anticipating the answer from what I had already heard.
"Are you a completely disobedient, naughty little boy," demanded Bill, striding into the room. I went bright red while my little "cousins" (and Raymond) giggled. "When I said no talking, I mean it, Tommy! Even little Stan over there understands that much. I really have seen you in a new light the last two days, young man. Not only are you a bully but you are also incapable of following any instructions at all aren't you?"
I dropped my head looking down at my naked body, "No Sir" I mumbled.
With that, he called Derek and Stan to take seats on the couch. Stan said good bye to his pal (who I just knew I'd be seeing more of later) whilst my Uncle led me to the middle of the room (my hands still on my head and REALY tired by now).
"Boys, what we have in front of us is a naughty little child who has no respect for others or instructions he is given," Bill said. "My brother had warned us about this, and had even given us you - Derek and Stan - the privledge of being his disciplinarians while he was here."
"Like on the fourth of July!" Stan said, then cupping his mouth, realizing he had spoken without being addressed.
"Yes, son," Bill said, ignoring the infracraction. "He is with us for a week, and, even though I didn't really agree with Markley in the beginning, I know realize that we need to honor my brother's request and show little Tommy what we mean by respect as far as this family is concerned. Think you can handle that responsibility?"
"Yes sir," they both said, with wide grins.
"Excellent," he said before turning to me. "Tommy. From now on you must treat all three of us as the same. Just as your father, Markley said, if Stan or Derek feel you are being disobedient, then they will punish you though any means they see fit. Follow their instructions - because if they tell me you have been difficult - I will repeat yesterday's severe session, and report all FURTHER infractions to my brother. Do you understand?!"
"But Uncle Bill, I've apologised - I didn't mean it all ; you don't understa......"
"Quiet! You threatened Stan and his friend who are only 11. I was right here and heard! As far as you and EVERYONE is concerned, you are now just 8 years old and will be treated us such from now on." He then turned to Stan and Derek. "I am encouraging both of you, AND your friends, to bully Tommy as you see fit this week. Well see how he likes it. Now then, Stan, if Tommy is only 8, what did you do that Tommy should be doing?"
"But Uncle," I whined. "I'm 15 years old - you can't do this to me!"
"Stow it, boy!"
With that I hung my head low. Throughout all of this, Derek had his eyes right on my dick, and the pair of them had been grinning like all their Christmases and birthdays had come at once. Derek could be a right _s_h_i_t_ at the best of times.
Stan though I wasn't sure about - only eleven years old... I'm sure he'd get up to mischief, especially being on the end of Derek's _s_h_i_t_ all his life.
"We wore shorts," piped up Stan, answering his father's question. "Had to have a bath at 5.00 and were sent to bed by 6.30!"
"Yeah," agreed Derek. "And we wore just a t shirt after our bath, before bed and to bed."
"You use to spank me often when we went out," continued Stan.
"He still does", laughed Derek, to Stan's embarrassment.
"Well not only are you gong to be treated as a little boy by us all, you must also learn to respect us all," Bill said, in an almost soothing voice now. "So you must do any jobs we say for the rest of the week," finished Bill. "Understand?"
"Yes, sir," I said, softly.
With that he turned to Derek and Stan. "Boys, think of Tommy here as your little cousin who's been sent to us to learn good behaviour. You need to teach him respect. And like Markley had promised you, any one of you fellows who feels that little Tommy has been naughty may punish him in anyway they see fit ." Then he added, "And that applies to anyone who comes into contact with him, including your friends."
"Even Raymond!" Stan said, as his mouth fell open.
"Sure," Bill said with a smile. "Especially him, since he had been threated by little 8 year old Tom."
"But Uncle!" I whined "I'm 15. Its not fair, look at their faces. You know they are going to make the most of this"
"Well you should have thought of that young man before you started your bullying. Perhaps you'll remember that as YOU are bullied by Derek and Stan," Bill pointed out. "Believe me, if I learn from either of them that you have not listened to them, not followed their instructions or followed any of their punishments, I will be going through another session like yesterday - only much worse. AND I will make sure your step father knows all about it. Do I make myself clear"
"Y. y..y....yes uncle," I stammered.
"Good. You may take your hands off your head now. Just so there's no misunderstanding. I want you to stand in front of your big cousin and read out what I've written on this paper," with this he passed me a small square of paper, which I quickly read....with complete disbelief:
"I.....I.... I.... I cant read this, sir....please don't make me," I said, looking up at him. But seeing his steeling face, I realised I wasn't going to get out of this at all.
"GET ON WITH IT!" he shouted making all of us jump. I approached Derek first.
"Derek, I've been a naughty selfish little boy," I started. "As your little cousin I need your help to make sure I grow up to be just like you. Please see that I follow your example by setting me tasks so I will know how to respect others. If you ever feel I'm not trying hard enough, or that I need help to see that what I have done is wrong...." with this I stopped and looked at Derek to see his grinning little face. I wanted to smack him one right there!
"Carry On Tommy," growled Bill.
".....please pull down my pants and spank my bare bottom until you feel I have learned my lesson." With this I went bright red (and red as my bottom!) However it was the last bit that was causing me most grief. "I need you to know you can do this anytime, so please will you give me a spanking right now?"
"Really, Daddy!" he squeeled to his father.
"You bet, boy," Bill said with pride.
Derek thought all his Christmases had arrived at once. "Of course I will little cousin, I will gladly spank your bottom right now and will do anytime you need it."
With that, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards him. "Over my lap then, Tom. " As I lowered myself over Derek's lap, he began to spank my tender bum. After all I received it wasn't long before I was snivelling again. Derek soon stopped though and I was pushed back to my feet.
"Can I get dressed now please uncle" I snivelled.
"Not just yet son," Bill said. "I think another hour of corner time for you.
It was now about 1pm in the afternoon, and I was still naked! Derek and Stan went out to go play with little Raymond while I waited for their return. Sure enough, like clockwork, all three of them return.
"All right, Tom, out of your corner," Bill said. "I want you to read this to Stan now."
My heart sank. "But please, he's only 11. Its not fair."
"Yes but how old are you? " he asked threateningly
I looked down at my feet and mumbled "Im only 8, sir."
"And what does that make you?"
"Stan's little cousin," I sulked going bright red.
"So tell him what you have to say"
I glanced down at the paper, and once again couldn't believe what I was about to say. "Stan I've been a very naughty selfish little boy, and even though I'm only 8 yeas old, I should know much better. As you are a big boy, (I paused).....please will you be in charge of me? I need you to help me follow the rules, to put me to bed, to help me find some little friends, to be helpful to you and your big brother, Derek and Uncle Bill and of course to punish me when I mess up."
I paused again, struggling to get the next bit out.... "Because I am only 8, I need my bottom spanked regularly. When you think I need it, please will you pull down my pants and spank me - wherever and whatever we are doing. I need you to know you can do this anytime, so please will you give me a spanking right now?"
As I was saying all this Stan was looking even more surprised than I was when I stared all this. With everything I said his eyes widened and mouth opened in utter shock. Now I had stopped, and it was sinking in, he began to laugh and shout excitedly "Am I really in charge of Tommy, Daddy?"
"Yes Son, you keep him on the straight and narrow, and if Tommy disobeys you or answers back or is lippy with you or any of your friends, you just pull down his pants and spank his bottom - or do anything you want to teach him these lessons over the net week. If he disobeys you in any way, you tell me and he will be a very sorry little boy"
Stan looked up at me with glee and ran his eyes over my body, eyes resting on my dick. "He doesn't really look like an 8 year old, Dad"
"I know - but Derek knows how to cure that, don't you son," smiled Bill.
"Wh....what do you mean, " I stammered "Haven't you all done enough to me?"
"I don't think so ,Tommy, anyway , you'll see," replied Uncle. "Now, Stan, didn't Tommy ask you for something?"
"You mean....I really can spank your butt any time?!" he giggled
I looked at my 11 year old cousin, in his shorts and t shirt showing some sort of dinosaur, and then at my stern faced step-uncle and answered, "I guess so Stan."
"Kewl!! - well here's your next bare bum spanking from me then," and with that, in front of his astonished friend and proud brother and father, he pulled me over his knee - my little _c_o_c_k_ making contact with his hairless thigh as I got into position for his first spanking of my visit.
His spanks didn't really hurt at first, but he soon got into it, and after a good ten minutes I knew it I was wriggling uncomfortably and sobbing. Here I was being spanked naked by a 11 year old and blubbing like an 8 year old.
When he finally stopped he let me up and said: "There, that was fun! You'll be getting a lot more of that little cousin if you step out of line."
I just looked at him and couldn't control my sobs.
"Aawwww look at you cry like a baby," Stan laughed. "Shall I get the baby a nappy" he giggled.
"Nooo, I'm OK - just let me get dressed" I said turning to Bill.
"No, some more corner time for you after lunch, then if Raymond wants to be the next today to spank you, then bully for him!" Bill laughed.
"REALLY!" Raymond exclaimed. This day wasn't quite done with me yet!