I stood there watching as Uncle Mark smacked Matt's bottom repeatedly. Matt and I were cousins, and we were both twelve. We were spending the month with Uncle Mark while our parents took a European vacation. Anyway, Matt and I had been caught stealing candy bars from the little convenience store nearby, and now Matt was receiving his punishment for it. His pants and underpants were neatly nestled down around his ankles, and he was sprawled over Uncle Mark's lap being spanked. I had never been spanked before, but Matt had, even by Uncle Mark. But I'm sure this was going to be the worse by far.
Matt had started to cry to moment Uncle Mark's hand smacked down hard upon his naked butt the first time. The smacks continued to fall, and now Matt was blubbering like a little five-year-old. I could see the tears flowing from his eyes, down his cheeks, and his nose running as he tried to sniffle between his cries. Uncle Mark paid no attention to his howls. He just continued to smack Matt's buns as if there was no tommorrow. I had to stand there watching, and I knew that I was going to be next.
Uncle Mark smacked Matt's bottom with his hand until his entire bottom was crimson-red from top to bottom. He then rubbed his hand over Matt's flaming behind before picking up a thick, wooden hairbrush. He laid the brush against Matt's butt-cheek and began to gently rub it. Matt knew right away what was about to happen.
"Oh God! No, please don't!" he loudly begged.
"You two boys have been very bad, and I'm going to teach you a lesson neither of you will ever forget," Uncle Mark replied. He then raised the brush and brought it down hard across Matt's left butt-cheek. Matt let out a loud scream and the brush slammed against his right butt-cheek. Uncle Mark continued to beat Matt for about two minutes. Matt's butt was dark purple with black and blue patches. His voice was hoarse from screaming.
Matt's spanking finally ended, and Uncle Mark lifted his limp body from his knees. Matt hurt so much he could hardly stand. Uncle Mark pulled him up against him and buried his head in his chest as Matt sobbed. He took some lotion and began to gently caress some all over Matt's bruised bottom. He rubbed his buns, and up between his butt-crack and butt-hole. Uncle Mark's hands then disappeared in front, hidden from my view. Moments later he allowed Matt to turn and I could then see his small penis sticking straight out, shining from the lotion on it.
Uncle Mark wiped his hand off on his pants leg and then grabbed me by the arm. It was now my turn, and I was really scared after seeing what had happened to Matt. He unbuttoned my pants, and pulled them and my underwear down to my ankles. He then pulled me across his knees, and held me down firmly. After a short butt-rub his hand fell swiftly across my bare buns. It stung immediately and I began to cry, knowing that I was in for much more. The hand spanking seemed endless. I laid there crying and kicking my feet, but he didn't let up. Then, just as he had with Matt, he took the hairbrush and began to spank me with it. The pain was about ten times worse. Toward the end of the spanking my entire body felt numb. All I could feel was my bottom throbbing. I'm not sure how long the spanking lasted, but it seemed like forever.
Finally it was over, and I was being lifted from his knees. He held my head in his chest, still wet from Matt's tears. I could feel his hands rubbing all over my buns, and up between my crack. I then felt his hand firmly rubbing my penis and balls, which was a new feeling I had never experienced before. Matt and I were sore for the next few days, but it became more enjoyable as Uncle Mark attended to us.