I was eleven and spending the weekend with my Uncle Ken and his 10-year-old son Kyle. On Saturday we went to the Chicago Cubs game, which was pretty cool since I was a big baseball fan and had never seen a major league game before. The trip back to my uncle's house was over an hour, and Kyle and I were sitting in the back seat horsing around. We were getting pretty loud and Uncle Ken told us to stop fooling around numerous times. We had those foam finger souveneres that you get at the games and were hitting each other with them. Kyle accidently hit Uncle Ken in the back of the head with his.
"That's it boys!" he yelled. "I told you two to stop fooling around and what do you do, you continue to do it!"
There was a rest stop a mile down the highway that Uncle Ken pulled into. He got out and opened the back door. "Both of you get out and come with me!" he angrily demanded. "You two are going to ride the rest of the way home with very sore bottoms by the time I get through with you both."
Kyle immediately began to beg, "Please don't spank us! I promise I'll stop!"
This only made Uncle Ken more angry. "Kyle, get your little fanny out of the car right now or I will spank you right out here young man! You too Michael," he said, looking over at me.
Kyle and I slowly got out of the car and followed Uncle Ken into the restroom. It wasn't crowded, but there were a few people in there. Once inside he grabbed Kyle's arm and led him into a stall. "You stay right there!" he told me before shutting the stall door. I could hear Kyle crying and begging for Uncle Ken not to. Next thing I heard was the sound of very fast, repeated smacks, followed by Kyle's high pitched cries. Everyone in the restroom could hear it, but no one really said anything and continued about their business. I stood outside the stall cringing, knowing I was next. It seemed to last forever, but the smacks probably only lasted for a minute. Moments later the stall door opened and Kyle slowly walked out, sniffling and rubbing his bottom. The others who were present discreetly looked at him.
Uncle Ken then grabbed my arm and pulled me into the stall, shutting the door. He didn't say a word to me. He quickly unbuttoned my pants and yanked them down with my underwear. He then bent me over with my head in a vice at his side. The smacks then showered down on my bare bottom fast and hard. I didn't even have time to think about it. I immediately began to howl as loud as I could, trying to twist away from his hold on me. I was able to get free for a moment, but he grabbed me around my waist. I don't know if he knew it, but his hand was right over my small _c_o_c_k_ and balls, clutching them in his hand. He then began to spank me faster and harder then before. My butt was totally on fire. He was even spanking longways between my butt-crack and it hurt like mad. When the spanking was over he pulled up my pants and walked us two sobbing boys back to the car. He was right about out bottoms being sore for the rest of the way home.