It was a few weeks after my twelfth birthday. I was at my Uncle Paul's for two weeks during the summer, along with my cousin David who was the same age as I. David had spent the previous summer with Uncle Paul, so he knew what to expect. This was my first visit to Uncle Paul's, but anyhow I was looking forward to it.
I suppose things would have been okay if David wasn't there, but whenever he and I were together we were always getting into some sort of mischief. His mom thought that I was the bad influence, but my mom knew otherwise since I was always her perfect little angel at home. Uncle Paul was usually pretty cool, but I learned right away that he was not going to tolerate any sort of mischief from either David or I, and he had ways of dealing with it if we did cause any trouble.
David and I were wrestling around in the living room, getting bored from watching tv. We were pretty equal in size, and it was nice to have someone to rough house with. Uncle Paul suddenly came into the room. "David, what have I told you about fooling around in here?" he asked.
"We were just playing around," David replied.
"You know the rules. Maybe this would be a good time to show Tyler what happens when you break the rules," Uncle Paul told him. "Stand up David!"
"Please Uncle Paul, I promise we won't fool around in here anymore," David pleaded as he stood up.
"Bend over," Uncle Paul said. David slowly bent over and touched his toes. Uncle Paul smoothed David's tight shorts over his rear end. He then gave him five solid whacks on the seat of his shorts. I noticed David grimace in pain each time Uncle Paul's hand struck him. "You may stand up David, and don't let me catch you fooling around in here again."
David and I decided to go outside. "Has he spanked you before?" I asked David.
"Yeah, all the time," he replied. "But that was nothing. He usually spanks bare ass, and believe me it hurts like hell!"
I never thought Uncle Paul was one who would spank, and I wouldn't have believed if I didn't see him just spank David. But it didn't seem like much. I would just have to take his word for it that I didn't want to find out what Uncle Paul's real spankings were like.
That evening after dinner Uncle Paul made David and I do the dishes. He surely didn't expect two twelve-year-old boys to actually clean the dishes, did he? However, we did manage to get enough water on the floor so that all he needed was a mop to make it sparkle. But cleaning the floor didn't seem to be what Uncle Paul wanted to do.
"Can't you two do anything I ask you to do?" he asked us in a disappointed voice. "Both of you march your little fannies into the living room right now!"
I knew I was going to find out how Uncle Paul disciplined naughty boys when needed, and I was pretty nervous. I never got spanked at home. When we got to the living room he immediately grabbed David by the arm. "Owwww! Please don't spank us Uncle Paul!" he begged in tears.
David was very roughly bent over with his head tightly between Uncle Paul's legs, right under his crotch. Uncle Paul then grabbed the waistband of David's shorts and yanked them down with his underwear. He placed his hand on the lower part of David's butt-cheek and spread them apart, exposing his tiny, pink butt-hole. The assault then began and Uncle Paul began to spank David fast and hard, right in between his crack. David shrieked and stomped his feet in pain. I watched as Uncle Paul's fingertips slapped loudly against David's hole. I seemed to last forever. He finally released David and dragged him over to the couch, over his knees. He then began to spank David's buns fast and hard. David cried and kicked his feet, but it was no use. Uncle Paul spanked him until his butt was purple. He stood David up. David just stood there howling, holding his butt cheeks.
to be continued...