My nephew David was the sort of Jeckyl-Hyde child you quickly learn to dread. Whenever he came to visit with his mother (his father was overseas at the time), he would go through your house like a wild man. He was 2 years older than my son Will, and I really didn't like the type of example he was setting. My sister in law was the type who never saw anything that David did. She thought he was a perfect child. Things were to change for the better soon. She had gotten a wire from her husband that he would have a 3 week R&R in Hawaii, and wanted her to come join him. He specifically said that he wanted to be alone with her. This created quite a problem for her, or nobody in their right mind wanted to keep David. I told my wife in no uncertain terms that I didn't care if she had to leave him in a dumpster, he was not coming to our house. So, as you might have guessed, he was invited to stay with us. I did tell his mother at the airport that I was going to treat him just the same way I treated Will, including spanking him if he needed it. She was so happy to get away that she just said "sure, whatever you want." I made certain that David heard her say it.
At first, David was doing pretty well. A bit wild, but nothing that you couldn't live with. The first weekend he was with us, i took the two boys up to the neighborhood market to pick up some food. As soon as we went in, David ran up to a large display of baked bean cans, and started pushing on it. I yelled at him to leave it alone. He looked at me, and reached back, and pulled one of the cans out of the stack, which caused all of them to fall, and topple all over the aisle. I made certain that David was Ok, and then helped pick up the display. I must admit that the store manager was more friendly about it than I would have been in his shoes. I quickly picked up the items we needed, and put the boys in the car. This was in the days of big cars, and no air conditioning. I pulled around back, and parked in the shade of a large tree. The boys asked what we were doing, and I told them to wait and see. I told David to stand up. He did so, probably out of curiosity. He stood in front of Will, who was still seated, and asked why I had told him to stand there. I again said that he would find out soon enough. I told him to pull down his shorts. He froze, the smirky smile on his face faded, and he asked why again. Again, I told him to just do what I said. He grabbed hold of himself, and refused. I told him that I was going to give him until the count of 5 to have his shorts down, and if they were not, I was going to pull them down, and he wouldn't like that. He studied me as I counted out loud. When I reached 4, he pulled his shorts down to his ankles, stood up, and said "there". I couldn't help notice that he had a little boy erection, which he tried to hide with his hands. I then told him to pull down his underpants. He looked shocked, started to cry, and asked why. I told him the same thing I had said before. He stared at me, with tears in his eyes, and, with a sigh, slowly pulled the elastic of his small jockey shorts out, and even more slowly pulled them down, bending over as he did so. He then stood up and again grabbed his penis. He sobbed a question as to why he had to do this, and I told him it was because I was going to spank him. Immediately, his hands flew back to his butt, as all concerns about modesty flew out the window. I told him to lie down over my lap. He refused. I told him that I was going to count to 5 again, and that he would receive another spanking after the first if he was not over my lap by the time I finished. I got to 5 before he moved, and that was not really over my lap. I pulled him forward, and for the first time saw his small butt, before he again covered it with his hands. I told him to remove his hands, but he would not do so. I put his hands together, pulled them up his back, and held them with my left hand. David had squeezed his butt cheeks together until the crack looked like a small thin line. I told him that it would hurt less if he stopped squeezing, but he was beyond hearing.
There was my target, the object of all my pent up frustrations, his little butt. I rested my hand on him, and he seemed to tense up even more. Taking aim, I smacked his little cheeks with a mighty spank. He cried out and again tried to move his hands to cover himself. I pulled his hands back, and slid him so that his butt was over my right knee. I gave him 10 rapid fire smacks, and noticed his butt was turning a pinkish red color. He still kept his cheeks squeezed together, as I started to slowly spank him. I gave him a spank about every 15 seconds, just enough so that he would feel each one. After a few minutes, his butt was bright red, and he was sobbing and shaking. I stood him up, and he stood there facing us, rubbing his butt, his little penis so shriveled up that it loked like a little pink olive with a slit in it riding atop his balls. He cried and cried, until he finally just started to snivel. His shorts and underpants had flown off as he kicked his legs as he was being spanked. He apparently realized how naked he was, as he again grabbed his little penis, and bent to reach for his pants.
I stopped him and asked him what he thought he was doing. He sobbed, somewhat like a dog barking, and said he was getting dressed. I asked him if he remembered my saying that if he didn't get over my lap by the time I counted to 5 that he would get another spanking? His face turned an ashen white color as his hands immediately went back to his butt. He just kept saying "no", "no-o", "no" as I gently pulled him back over my lap. I removed his hands, which he did not attempt to change. His little butt was beet red (beat red!). I placed him over my left leg, and moved him so that his butt cheeks were moved apart, expising the white skin next to his crack, along with his little wrinkled bottom hole and his bag. I ran my hand over the target area, and then followed through with 20 spanks over his crack, 10 on each side. He screamed out in pain. I again stood him up. When he had stopped crying, I made him turn around and face the windshield, with his butt on display. I drove home that way, and when we arrived at our house, I pulled into the garage, and, holding his clothes, took him inside to show his aunt his bottom. He had to tell her why he had been spanked, and then was made to stand in the corner for an hour.
I knew that he would probably need a spanking some other time in his life, but I also knew that he would never forget this one!