I stood there watching David as he held his rear with both hands and continued to cry. He had turned so that he was facing me, and I could see his little, hairless penis and balls. Suddenly Uncle Paul grabbed my upper arm and squeezed hard.
"Owwwww!" I cried out.
"Now it's your turn Tyler," he said, bending me over with my head in a vice between his legs, under his crotch.
"Don't spank me!" I begged.
He grabbed the waistband of my shorts and underwear and yanked them down below my knees. I felt his hand on my lower butt-cheek, spreading them apart as wide as he could. His hand began to shower down fast and hard between my crack. It hurt so much, and I was immediately crying and stomping my feet, just like David had. I knew from watching David get spanked that Uncle Paul was trying to spank me right on my tender, exposed butt-hole, and he was doing a good job of it too. His fingertips smacked solidly against my hole, and it was excruciating. I didn't think it would ever end, but suddenly I felt Uncle Paul dragging me over to the couch and placing me over his knees. He began to spank my buttcheeks from top to bottom as I screamed and kicked my legs in a frenzy.
When the spanking finally ended I lay there limp over Uncle Paul's lap. He gently picked me up off his knees and I stood there trying to rub the heat out of my bottom. I had never felt so much pain before. I knew it was going to be awhile before David or I even thought about sitting down, and Uncle Paul knew it too. I also knew that if I could do anything to avoid future punishment I was going to do whatever it took. Once was one too much.