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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Little Raymond was so excited. He was just given permission to spank me on my bare bottom - not only tonight, but all week whenever he felt the need to punish me.
"Ahhh, Uncle Bill!" I cried again, snot running down my nose. I no longer felt like the _c_o_c_k_y 14 year old.
"You hush, Tommy!" Bill snapped. "I mean what I say."
"Cool!" Ray said, eyeing me up and down.
" For all of this week Tommy is only eight, and any of Stan or Derek's friends that need to spank him have my permission."
"Can I use a hairbrush?" Raymond asked, almost panting.
"A hairbrush?" I suppose Bill had only really intended the boy to use his hand. "Why a hairbrush?"
"Daddy uses one on me, and it sure does smart!" Ray said. "I can go get it and show you guys!"
"Well," Bill said. "I suppose so." My heart sank even further than you could imagine, as Raymond scurried out of the house like a flash of lightning. In the meantime, I was allowed to have my lunch. Still naked, I was unable to sit during the meal - a fact which cracked up my faux-cousins to no end.
Soon, Raymond appeared with a monster of a hairbrush.
"WOW!" Derek said. "Your Daddy uses that on you?"
"Only when I'm really naughty," Ray said, smiling right at me with mischief in his eye.
"Please, Uncle Bill," I finally said, speaking up for myself again. "Don't let him use that!"
"I'm sorry, boy," Bill cackled. "Ray thinks that a hairbrush is the best way to teach you a lesson, who am I to argue?"
"But my rear end already hurts so much!"
"Good," Bill said. "Maybe you're starting to learn a few things.
After lunch I was told to stand in the corner for the remaining of the hour. All during that time, Ray kept lining up the brush, and flying it around the room like it was a toy airplane - it really doesn't take much to amuse little kids.
Finally, when my hour was up I was lead back over to the sofa where I had to read a prepared statement for my spanker similar to the statements I had to say to both Stan and Derek. It was horrible. Then, as I had dreaded, I was draped over little Raymond. He put his legs wide across so that there was plenty of room for me on his small lap.
"Tommy," Ray said, resting the business end on my naked and red end. "This will hurt me, much more than it will hurt you," he said, cracking himself up. "Naaaaaaa! No it's not! I lied."
SMACK!!
"OOOOOOOH!!!"
SMACK!!
"This will hurt you much more than it'll hurt me!"
SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!
Everyone laughed at that wittism.
SMACK!
"OOOOOOOOHHHHHH!!!!!!"
SMACK
Everyone but ME!
SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!!
"My Daddy always says that before paddling me!" Raymond told Bill and his sons.
SMACK! SMACK!!
"NOOOOOOOOO!" I screamed out in agony.
SMACK! SMACK!!
"He should have just been honest with me...." Ray began.
SMACK!! SMACK!!
"....and told me how much fun this is!"
SMACK ! SMACK!! SMACK!!!
I was really starting to wiggle - Derek and Stan came over to hold me down while their friend continued with mny beating.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!!
"It is pretty fun, isn't it, Pa!" Stan said, looking up to Bill.
SMACK! SMACK!!
"Shhhhh!" Bill said.
SMACK! SMACK!!
"It's one of the few secrets that Daddies everywhere have!"
SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!!
They all laughed as I sobbed unconrtollable.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!!
I could not believe that this little preteen creep had me crying up a storm, but (with the help of his Daddy's brush, he did. When that was done, back in the corner I went, until finally Bill came in and said I could get out.
"Can I go get some clothes on now, Unlce Bill?" I asked softly.
"I thought I heard you asking your BIG cousin, Stan, to be in charge of you," Bill said. "So you should be asking Stan that sort of thing from now on. And you better be nice that's all I can say."
With that I turned sullenly to Stan, "Please may I get dressed, Stan?" It had been over 24 hours since the last time I had ANY clothes on!
"Not now Tom, its past 5.00, you should be getting ready for bed, you know that little boys like you need their sleep. Let me take you upstairs and show you what you need to do."
With that Stan took me by the hand and led me, naked , up the stairs, as we went up to the bathroom, he said "Its all right though, you can watch cartoons for awhile before you get off to bed." With that we entered the bathroom, and he turned on the shower. "Get yourself clean, little Tom."
"I thought we were friends, Stan," I whined, when we were alone. "We can have a lot of fun this week."
"Oh, I am going to have a lot of fun this week," he laughed.
"This just isn't fair," I whispered. "You even said to your friend that Derek is putting this on. I've just been set up and..."
"Come on, little cousin. You best get used to this. From now on, like Daddy said, you're only 8 and have to do exactly what I say, after all ..what did YOU just say hours ago - I could do any time you acted up?."
"Spank me," I admitted humbly
"Hehehehe, that's right. And you've always been so proud that you are so much older that me, and even Derek. Now you are being made so much younger," Stan said. "This is going to be so much fun!"
"Best remember you're just a little boy now, Tom," chipped in Derek walking into the bathroom. "And I'm so much looking forward to spanking your butt whenever you need it, little boy!" With that he pulled down the front of his shorts to reveal his thick tufts of pubic hair that his was so proud of. "When you get anything like this, you can boss me around!!" With that, Stan turned on the shower and tossed me a bar of soap
"Get clean," he commanded, and with that I started to run the bar over my body, feeling with sickening reality. "Let me help," giggled Stan as he pushed a soaped up bath brush towards my groin and started scrubbing my hairless crotch.
"Yeeeooow get off!!" I protested.
"Quiet, don't be such a baby," said Stan slapping my bum once more and scrubbing at my armpits, ass and legs with the backbrush. I stood there contemplating what had become of me.
Me, a 15 year old, standing naked being scrubbed clean by my little cousin; the shame and the pain of my ass had me sobbing quietly to myself.
"Ha, the little boy is crying," grinned Derek looking on. "Maybe this really isn't so unlike him, eh Stan. He really is a little gay boy, eh?"
"Yeh he's a homo aright, He's such a girl" With that he turned on the shower full blast and left me there for a few minutes feeling the water over my sore ass.
The water was then turned off, and Stan handed me a towel. "There you go, Sissy! Dry off!"
As I started drying myself in front of the mirror, they started teasing me again about not hitting puberty yet. I looked down and realised that without anything more than peach fuzz on my dick and balls, and that Derek, what with his build, his dick, and his pubes, looked every inch the teen I was supposed to be.
"God job" laughed Stan, "you really haven't got much of a penis, have you?" with that he tossed me a t shirt. "Put this on when your dry then you can come downstairs and watch TV before bed!"
The door bell went, and Bill shouted up for Derek - his friend had turned up; so Derek trotted of downstairs to meet him. Meanwhile, I dried and pulled on the t shirt.
"_d_a_m_n_!" I realised it was small when I pulled it on, and it was only when it was tightly round my body did I realise HOW small it was. There was a ridiculous Disney cartoon on the front, and it just about met my naval! My Ass and dick were clearly on display to anyone. When Stan reappeared, I whined, "Stan, can't I wear ANYTHING else?!"
"No way, I wore just a t shirt till I was 9 years old to bed," he laughed. "But don't you look sweet!!!"
"Well at least let me wear something of my own," I grumbled walking back into my bedroom to pick up something bigger that I was sharing with Derek. However everything had gone - no bag, no clothes - nothing. "Where's all my stuff?" I demanded.
"Well, don't think your sleeping in Derek's room now," giggled Stan, "Little boys like you have to sleep in my room. Dad was up here when you were downstairs before your three spankings sorting out new clothes for you." I pushed past Stan into our shared room and looked at horror at the collection of clothes on the spare bed. "What's wrong, don't you like your clothes?!!"
I stared down at the shorts and t shirts, all with cartoons and animals on them and couldn't believe my eyes "None of this will fit" I exclaimed!
"Well," whispered Stan with a kinda confidentiality, "Dad went out and bought this for Derek when he was naughty a few months back - and you are the same size, so he reckons this will fit you. Nice sandals too!" My eyes fell on the floor at the 2 pairs of sandals like mothers buy for little boys around that age
"_f_u_c_k_!" I exclaimed!.
"Uh oh - did you just swear? I know you did - and that's not allowed!!" said Stan grinning triumphantly. "That means I spank your bottom!!" Sitting down he beckoned me over. "Best get over my lap little cousin!" Then, reading my face, he quickly added, "Or you wanna talk to dad?!"
"Please Stan," I stammered, "I didn't mean it....dont spank me" It was all so humiliating
"Tough luck, kid-oh! You're getting another spanking!" With that he grabbed at my dick and balls and pulled me over to the bed. "All right over my knee and no arguments!"
Cause of his hands on my dick, it was getting quite hard, so for that reason I swiftly bent over his lap and bared my bum ready for another spanking. "Good boy! I reckon 11 is about all you need for that"
With that he laid down more spanks unto my now red ass, which didn't really hurt so much, and then stood me up. My hardon had subsided luckily.
"Can't I put on underpants, Stan?" I whined
"You see any little boy?" asked Stan pointing at the clothes on the bed. Looking down, indeed there were just a selection of shorts and t shirts and one pair of trousers.
"You mean I don't get any pants?"
"No way, only big boys wear pants, unless you are going to school. Anyway come on, lets go watch TV before I send you to bed."
"It's all right Stan. I reckon I'll just go to bed right now. I'm kinda tired" I said, not wanting to go through any more humiliation for one day.
"No way queer, you get yer ass downstairs, otherwise you won't sleep - come on!" MAn! Stan had sure learned quick!
With that he swatted my ass and pushed me down the stairs. As I trundled downstairs I picked up the voices of Derek and someone else, and suddenly remembered the doorbell earlier. There was no way I was going down there, and turned and tried to push back past Stan on the stairs
"I don't wanna go in there!" I whined. "Please, dude! Let me go to bed!"
"You heard what I said Tom....get in there or I'll kick you right in the balls and then get Derek to give you the slipper! What's it to be?!" Knowing there was no way out I turned, and crept down the rest of the stairs, and hovered in the doorway of the front room.
_d_a_m_n_! This was without a doubt one of the WORST days of my life.
There was Derek and one of his friends. A big, dopey looking dude named Ian, who was wearing only his biker pants and no shirt - I braced myself for the ridicule I could expect as I sat on the couch.
However, as Stan turned on the TV cartoons, Derek's pal stood up and made for the back garden, muttering "_f_u_c_k_ing little kids."
Phew! I had escaped!
Wrong!! Derek turned to his pal, giggling "Don't you wanna know who that is?! The little boy on the couch?!" With that his mate looked t me staring closely.
"Who is he?" I was turning bright red.
"THAT's Tommy!" Derek laughed.
"No _s_h_i_t_! Your OLDER cousin who didn't want to hang with little kids while he was here?" Ian said. "What a wuss! What you doing naked Tom!!?" he mocked.
I stared into space not knowing what to say.
"Go on, homo! Answer him," giggled Derek. "Or do you need some help?" picking up his slipper and waiving it at me!
"Its nearly my bed time," I muttered, clutching the cushion against my groin.
"Wow, bit early though isn't it? What's going on Derek!?"
Derek gave a quick explanation before barking at me to get the cushion away from my dick, as he didn't want me messing on it.
"See look at his dick!!" remarked Derek as I tossed away the protection.
"Wow your right, my little bro is more of a boy than him, and he's only 9!!" sniggered Derek's pal. "He aint got a hair on him!! Come over here Tom , lets have a closer look." I showed no signs of moving, pretending not to hear
"You heard him, Tom," Derek said, very upset I was 'dissing his friend. "And for that you just earned another spanking on yer ass! Now get yerself here before I make it the slipper!!" My heart sank - another spanking!
"Please, Derek! No more!" I whined getting up and walking over to Ian.
"Tough luck," he responded, as Ian startd to touch my ass and legs, remarking how they were so hairless. "In fact, best ask Ian to spank you, as you disobeyed him. I don't think he's done it before so ask him specifically exactly what he's got to do to teach you respect" he grinned, waggling the slipper again at me.
"Well, once I spanked my brother, but Mom was pissed and she spanked me<" Ian confessed.
"Well, this is different, right Tommy!" Derek said. Stan was eating this all up at the other end of the couch.
Once again I had no choice. I looked at the dude at least 3 years younger than me. Sigh: "Ian, please will you teach me manners by spanking my bare bum for me very hard with your hand," I stammered.
"No problem little boy," laughed Ian, and with that, pulled me over his knee.
Once again more blows fell onto my tender ass, and it wasn't long, especially with his strength that I was sobbing to myself once more. "Hey look! He's crying - I see what you mean, he's gotta be gay!" he remarked pushing me off his lap onto the floor.
"Best get in the corner with your hands on yer head, Tom, to think about that disobedience," scolded Derek, as I picked myself up and took myself back to the corner I was getting to know so well.
As I stood there Ian was bought up to speed with all the details; how they were in charge of me, and how he and Stan were looking after me from now on, but most of all - how they could punish me with bare assed spanking any time or any place.
"Now, you need to keep the secret, dude," Derek said to his friend. "From now on Tommy is going to be introduced as our little cousin, so don't even tell your Mom or brother, okay."
"Rad!" Ian laughed, then adding that our swimming excursion the next day should be memerable!
Within 11 minutes Stan was puling at my wrists saying it was bed time. Though it was only 6.30, he led me up stairs to his room, pulled back the bed clothes and put me to bed like a little child. Tucking me in, he warned me not to even think about getting out until the morning. Then he went down stairs.
This just stunk. Since it was summer, the light was still out for another couple of hours. Alone I contemplated the day that had gone, and turning on my stomach (for obvious reasons) I eventually fell asleep, sobbing to myself of the shame that had become of me.
At least this visit was almost half over!