My Uncle Nick was fifteen years older then me. For the first few years of my life would see him almost everyday. I was an only child, and he was more like a big brother to me then an uncle. He would always take me places and I always had a lot of fun with him. When I was eight my parents got divorced, and my mom accepted a new job in Indiana, three hundred miles away. I was excited about moving because we had never moved before. It wasn't until later that I learned just how far Indiana was and that Uncle Nick would be staying behind. No more daily trips down to the ice cream parlor, no more being babysat by him and being able to stay up real late. I began to realize just what moving away meant. It was like leaving everything behind and starting life all over again in a strange new place.
We would see Uncle Nick on the holidays, but it wasn't the same. These were always big family reunion events, and I never got to spend any time alone with him like I used to. I remember one Christmas when I was nine, almost ten, and my Uncle Nick and I were out in the backyard throwing a football around just like we had before we moved. For once I was getting some quality time alone with him and I was happy. The rest of the family remained on the deck talking about old-people things and whatever other boring things they could do. That was what I like about Uncle Nick. He was now considered an adult, but he never involved himself in the boring adult activities. He acted like he wanted to spend time with me, and I had no problem with that. Anyway, Uncle Nick and I were playing out in the backyard when my Aunt Helen came down off the deck. She told me it was time to go in and get ready for dinner. I immediately went off on her like never before. I was yelling and swearing at her and everything else I knew better then to say. My mom was up on the deck with everyone else, and she immediately came down and without saying a word grabbed my arm and walked me back up to the deck. There in front of everyone I was given a very hard pants-down spanking over her knees. I had never felt so ashamed and embarrassed in my life as I laid there screaming while my mom endlessly swatted my bare bottom.
When I was thirteen my mom asked if I would like to spend a week with my UNcle Nick while she and one of my aunt's went on a singles cruise. She didn't have to ask me twice. Only thing was my 8-year-old cousin Benji would also be staying with Uncle Nick for the latter part of the week. I didn't care though. I was finally going to get to spend some time alone with him without any adults.
I was having a great time with Uncle Nick. He took me to the movies and other fun places, and it was just like it had been years ago. On the third day of my visit I was running into the living room in my socks and slipped on the slick hard-wood floor. I tried grabbing the little stand next to the couch, but pulled it over in my attempt. An angel figurine which had been my grandmother's was on the stand and broke in three pieces when it hit the floor. I couldn't believe it, and I sat there in shock looking at it. Uncle Nick was going to hate me for sure. He immediately came into the room to see what happened.
"Eric, are you okay?" he asked, kneeling down next to me.
I felt like breaking down and crying right then. "I slipped on the floor," I told him.
"You were running again, weren't you?" he calmly asked. I nodded. "I told you that the floors were slippery in here and told you to be careful if you were in your socks."
"I know," I replied. There was a long pause. "I broke the angel," I finally said. "I was trying to grab the stand so I wouldn't fall. I didn't mean to knock it over."
"I know buddy," he answered, rubbing his hand over my upper back.
"You're not gonna punish me, are you?" I asked him.
"Well Eric, do you think you deserve to be punished," he asked.
"I guess so," I quietly replied.
"Go sit down on the couch for a few minutes," he told me.
I felt so guilty, and I was thankful that he didn't seem upset. I went and sat down on the couch and he left the room for a moment. A few minutes later he returned. In his hand was a thick, wooden hairbrush. I had only been spanked by my mom a few times when it was well-deserved, but I knew what the hairbrush was for.
"Ok Eric, I think it's time for your punishment," he said.
"Are you gonna spank me?" I nervously asked him.
"Yes, but I'm only going to use my hand for now, so it isn't anything you should be too worried about. Okay?" he said as he put his arm around me.
I forced a nod.
He sat down on the couch. "Okay, pull your pants and undies down for me," he said.
I was a little embarrassed, but did so slowly without hesitation. I unbuttoned my pants, unzipped them, and then pushed them down, and then slid my underwear down. He could see my "3 penis with the few recently-grown pubic hairs above it. He placed his hands on my hips and gently guided me over his lap. He placed his arm on my back, and then I felt him rest his hand on my bare bottom. He began to gently rub it. He rubbed my buns and gently ran his finger down my crack, gently touching my butt-hole as he did. He continued for about two minutes, just rubbing his hand all over my bottom. He finally began to spank me. Not very hard though. He was slapping in the middle of my bottom with his hand covering both butt-cheeks. It stung a little, but it didn't feel bad. My butt felt hotter with each smack. After about seventy-five light smacks it began to sting a bit more. The smacks became a little harder and I began to squirm a little. The friction between my penis and his knee was pretty tight and I was developing an erection. I was grunting a little bit as he swatted me now.
The smacking stopped and Uncle Nick began to rub his hand on my bottom once more. It was stinging a bit, but it didn't feel too bad. Suddenly he raised his hand and brought it down across my bottom with what seemed like full-force. I surely wasn't expecting it and I let out a piercing scream. The swats continued like this and in no time I was desperately kicking my legs. It really hurt now. He spanked me non-stop for about five minutes. My bottom was throbbing. When it was finally over I just laid there crying as he rubbed my sore buns, trying to soothe me.
"It's okay Eric, you're spanking is over now," he gently said as he pulled me up and sat me in his lap, cradling me. I buried my head in his chest and continued to sob. I felt his fingers gently stroking my penis and balls, and minutes later I was having my very first orgasm in his hand. He cleaned his hand off and wiped my privates off, and then helped me pull up my pants over my stinging bottom.