Jamie lay upon his bed, on his stomach. At this moment, pain would allow for no other course of action. A few hours ago he had suffered most probably the most humiliating spanking of his young life, and that was saying something.
He unfortunately had many a witness to the numerous spankings in his life. But this was the worst. Not only had he been spanked for the first time in almost two years, but right in front of his two best friends. One of them also being the girl he loved.
He knew his feelings for Laura, were different than the ones he felt for his closest buddies, but until he heard from Tom that she had cried in response to his punishment, he'd not realized how far reaching they were. On top of this, after a less than boisterous Thanksgiving dinner, she had placed a gentle kiss upon his cheek before leaving.
Now he lay there, attempting to enshrine the moment in respectability as he fought down the desire to stroke himself. No, he told his raging hormones, this is too beautiful a moment to smear with grunting and fluid pumping. Besides, he was to exhausted to clean up after himself. So, with a self indulgent smile, he dozed off, dreaming that night of the most perfect girl in the world.
The next day brought forth memories of the night before, as his bratty little cousins kindly reminded him of the nights events.
"How's your naughty little bottom," Kevin questioned, a sneer, and obvious contempt in his voice.
"Yeah, I'll bet it's still real red. Uncle Frank spanked you good and proper," added Davey, the younger of the two.
Jamie rankled at how much like his hated aunt the younger of the two boys sounded like. He smiled.
"How's your head this morning," Jamie asked, addressing the older of the two siblings.
"What do you mean," he asked, a quizzical look upon his face. "There's nothing wrong with my head.
Jamie slapped him up side it! The two little horrors ran off, most likely to tell on him, but he was beyond caring at this point. He was still angry at having been spanked at sixteen, and more importantly in front of witnesses. He was sure that by the end of the day, thanks to Tom, the whole neighborhood would be informed that Jamie's ass had been re-aquatinted to his Dad's tender ministrations.
As he stripped down to his birthday suit, he examined his tight teenage buttocks in the mirror. They still had a tinge to them, and they tingled slightly at the touch. Jamie's prick jumped slightly as he caressed his butt. Jamie hoped this was merely teenage hormones at work. Ever since age thirteen, when his friends explained that it could be used for much more than peeing, he'd made it a daily occurrence. Well time for that in the shower.
Unbeknownst to Jamie, the terror twins were cooking up a scheme of revenge, that would assure them of the pleasure of seeing their oldest cousin having his bare backside paddled like a little boy. They of course lacked the subtlety, and more so the knowledge, that you should always check to see if one is alone before conspiring. Whilst they plotted revenge upon their cousin, Jamie's mother was changing the towels in the guest bathroom, and so was privy to the entire plan. Her first instinct was to confront them, and paddle their backsides herself, but she didn't want a confrontation with her sister Florence. Also, she thought now would be a good time to teach the little brats a good lesson.
Once they'd finished the plans, and then slunk off to implement them, she made a beeline to her husband. He was annoyed at being awoken. He was also still angry at the events of last night. He loved his son dearly, but would simply not allow such blatant disrespect to be shown to either himself, or his wife. He knew though, that the true culprit of all the anxiety rampant in the house came form his dear wife's sister.
She had from the moment they met, been a constant source of rudeness, and continuous scathing remarks. He got along well enough with Helen's parents, but he was too far below Florence's exacting standards. No wonder the bitch's husband had flown the coop. Frank couldn't bring himself to even ponder how someone could stand to be with her, let alone sleep with her.
Add to that, her two little brats were in attendance, and showed every sign of spreading her evil throughout the family. He hoped that the example he'd set with Jamie would cure them of their snotty little attitudes, but he doubted it highly.
His wife now confirmed that theory, as she laid out the plans the two scheming little demons had come up with. A huge grin stole over his face, as he gently kissed his wife upon the cheek, and arose to get dressed, for what he was sure, would be a glorious day.
All the players were in their place. Jamie showering, while the evil twins were monkying around with his things. Mom and Dads were discussing the upcoming events, and Florence totally ignorant of how truly despicable her devil brood were, blithely drank her morning coffee. Soon, her progeny joined her.
"Mommy," Kevin began, knowing that addressing her this way instead of Mom, always got her attention. It made her feel less old to have her now teenage son still refer to her in this way.
"What is it my sweet?"
"When we got back from using the bathroom, Jamie was in our room, and he had his pajama bottoms around his ankles, and I think he was touching himself. Then he threatened us not to tell, but one of those awful magazines got left behind, and there was all this ewy, goopy stuff all over it."
Now Florence, who had decided that her boys were not going to receive any instructions about _s_e_x_, until the moment before they left for their respective honeymoons, turned a shade of red, that Jamie's frequently spanked bottom had never matched. She bolted out of the chair, almost racing up the steps, her two sweet little hellspawns running to keep up.
She ran almost headlong into her sister and her dreadful husband.
"Well, I see that you've found more of this despicable filth, and you'll never guess how it got here, and to what purpose it has been put to!"
"Oh, on the contrary Florence, indeed I do my darling sister-in-law." Florence's eyes narrowed at the obvious sarcasm added to his response when addressing her by her familial title.
"Darling, be a dear and go get Jamie, would you." A smile she fondly remembered alighted upon her husbands face, and with a matching grin of her own, she left the room.
Florence had a smile upon her face as well, since she was totally convinced that her sister's good for nothing husband was going to royally punish his equally useless son. Jamie and her sister returned, the boy looking handsome and clean. He had quickly grabbed the first thing available when his mother informed him that his father wished to see him. After last night's incident, he was in no mood to anger his father anew.
"Now Florence, listen very carefully, and try and keep all questions until the end of the lecture." Her look conveyed a belief that his Dads was quite insane. However she kept herself from her usual routine of recriminations.
"Florence, I heard the whole thing. Kevin and Davey plotted to get back at Jamie, by bringing this nasty magazine," a brief glance of reproach aimed at her son, " and also, did this."
She pulled the pages apart, revealing a wet sticky glop of sperm bonding to the pages. A look of disgust swept over her countenance. Jamie was about to complain of the abuse of his personal items, but thought better of it.
Florence began to head this off, but Frank calmly raised his hand, shaking his head to remind her, that all comments were to come later.
"Now, my son may not be perfect, but I think it's time you realized what horrible, conniving little miscreants these children of yours are." Helen felt great. She'd never her whole life been able to stand up to her sister, but with her husband there for support, and a fury unsurpassed as she dwelled upon the misdeeds of her nephews, she barreled ahead.
"I will not have them come into my house, and lie, steal, and commit disgusting acts."
Jamie blushed slightly, for little did his mother realize, Jamie was just shy ten minutes of having committed said act.
"How dare you accuse my angels of something as heinous as this!"
"Well boys," Jamie's Dad said, stepping forward till he was towering over them. "Is this the truth."
In the face of their uncle, their desire and skill for vocal legerdemain faltered, And in a teary eyed voice admitted that they had in fact concocted the entire circumstance.
"I see," he said calmly, glancing over to his sister-in-law, attempting to stay serious, despite the fervor to jump up and down, screaming to the heavens that the twins were truly the horrendous little monsters he knew them to be. "So, they are going to be punished.
"Don't you even think about placing a hand on my angels," Florence cried.
Jamie's dad was momentarily taken aback. He paused for a few seconds, glanced over at his son, and let a smile slowly return to his face.
"Of course not Florence," he began, savoring each word. "Since those two little bastards tried to frame my son, he'll punish them."
With this said, he removed the hairbrush from the pocket of his bathrobe, and handed it over to Jamie, with the same reverence once might afford a holy relic. He turned back to his hated relative, who was even now drawing breath to protest.
"And.........if you utter one word, you are going over my lap you witch, and I'll give you the worst tanning your father forgot to!"
Florence's eyes bugged. Jamie's father hadn't raised his voice, but the threat came through clearly. Her mouth made an audible sound as she closed it, and sat down upon the bed. Frank meanwhile moved a chair to the center of the room, while his wife sat down next to her sister, a shy hint of a smile playing about her face.
Jamie's head swam. He couldn't if you asked, say what was more appealing. His father giving his dreadful aunt a good hiding, or the fact that he'd been given carte blanche to work over his young cousins. Jamie's mind reeled, as all the nasty things they'd done to him came racing back, each one trying to claim precedence, and highest rank of criminality.
Jamie's resolve locked onto the time he'd gotten the belt for a crime which they'd informed his father he'd committed. He wasn't so much mad at the punishment, he'd done it. Kids however regarded ratting out one another, the worst crime a child could possibly commit.
With that, he pulled the elder of the two cousins to him, yanking down his pajama bottoms. Kevin squealed, attempting to cover up his genitals. He looked at his mother, a look of pure anguish glued to his face.
"Mommy," he yelled, sounding more like his ten year old brother, than a mature boy of twelve.
Florence began rise, but a glance towards her brother-in-law, stopped her movement, and she quietly returned to her seat. Seeing that mom was not going to be able to stop his impending doom, Kevin went with plan b.
"Auntie Helen, Uncle Frank, please don't let Jamie do this, it's not right."
"Well Kevin," Jamie's dad replied calmly, "you can either take it in whatever manor Jamie decides, or; I'll let you decide, and then when he's done, I'll give you another, and whatever way I _d_a_m_n_ well please."
Having been witness to what horrors his uncle could inflict upon a bare boys bottom, common sense ruled out. With a subdued sob, and a tiny sniffle, Kevin laid down gingerly, as if Jamie's lap was sheathed in hellfire. Jamie slapped his cousins left cheek with no appreciable force, then squeezed it. Kevin cried out, more in surprise then pain. But soon, Jamie began the spanking in deadly earnest.
He laid the most powerful blows he could, quickly converting Kevin's buttocks from pale white, to a light red. The boy wiggled and cried out, foolishly attempting to roll about, as if it might take his errant backside out of range of Jamie's hand. Jamie wondered two things. Was this Kevin's first spanking, and could he feel the throbbing hardon his older cousin possessed. Jamie couldn't remember being this hard, not even in his Laura daydreams.
Jamie stopped, examining his cousins blushing backside, trying to gage just how much more punishment his dad would allow him to inflict. He didn't want to blow it, and have his father stop him before he'd have time to utilize the brush. Jamie rubbed Kevin's glowing rump, not bothering to be gentle. A cry of pain smashed through he boys sobbing.
"Please Jamie, I'm so sorry, please don't spank me anymore," the young teenager pleaded.
"Well, Kevin, no," Jamie quipped, caring not at all if those around him would feel that he shouldn't really be enjoying himself this much.
He picked up the brush, examining it. He then let his eyes slide down to his cousins heated posterior, and brought the brush crashing down. Kevin screamed, arching his body. Each blow elicited the same response, causing Jamie to laugh. It was like a Little Rascals episode, where they'd have the boy being spanked, jump, and make as much noise as possible, to make the spanking seem both real and devastating. Of course, in this case, it was.
Jamie resumed his work with great relish. Each smack and it's responsive cry had him soaring. The soft blubbering of his yet unspanked cousin brought him back to the moment. He paused. Kevin was now limply draped across his lap, the only thing he could do was cry. Jamie stood him up, moving him carefully a few feet from him, not wanting him to trip over his pajama bottoms that laid pooled at his feet. With no words, he drew his youngest cousin forward, completing the dame rituals before, so that the ten year old was positioned, bare assed and across his lap.
His arm was getting tired, and he was sure his dad would probably not let him be so unrestrained with the younger boy, so he went to the hairbrush right off.
He counted off fifty blows, each one again punctuated by a little boys wails of torment. As soon as he'd finished, he placed both boys into opposite corners, snuffling out their pain, and rubbing the sting from their reddened bottoms.
He smiled to his dad as he handed back the hairbrush, hoping his erection wasn't too obvious. He would take care of it very soon. For many years to come, he would fantasize about this moment, it giving him greater pleasure than thinking of Laura. That was ok though, he always wished his thoughts for her to be as pure as possible.