Chapter 3

"Okay, oaky," he said getting serious. "I'm sorry, but I've got to say that I sure hope I'm standing where I can see this and see the look on my dad's face! He'll see it, you know, when you're standing there with your underpants still up. I'll bet he's never seen a hard-on except his own before. I can't wait to see what he says." Billy laughed again. "You know about a year ago he calls me into his office to tell me about "noctural emissions" as he called them. Mom had obviously told him about the mess on my bed sheets, I guess. Anyway, he says all this stuff about my body getting ready for marriage and fatherhood. All this stuff. I couldn't believe it. It was really embarrassing. I just sat there trying to act serious, you know. I felt like saying, "Hey Dad, I've been having wet dreams and jerking off in the shower and on the pot for a couple of years already."

"On the pot??," I said.

"Yeah, you know, I'd go in the bathroom to take a huge dump and as long as I was there with my dick ready to go, I'd jerk off. I shoot down in the toilet bowl. Or in the shower."

"Jeeeezz, Billy, and you think I'm wierd getting a hard-on before a paddling and you get one when you take a healthy _s_h_i_t_. I guess I'm not the only wierd one, huh?"

"Well...." Billy didn't know what to say to that. "Well...I don't get one before a paddling, that's for certain."

"You *never* get one -- honest?" I asked.

"Never -- honest. At least not just before a paddling. Jeeez!"

"I probably won't get one. I mean, knowing you and Uncle Dan are watching and all."

"No. I hope you do, Karl. This will be something." He started to giggle again. "I'll be looking for a bulge in your pants, you can bet on that."

"Shut up." I said.

This was on a Tuesday. The rest of the week passed by quickly and was uneventful. I began settling in to the routine of my aunt's, uncle's and cousin's household. Aunt Barb was real nice to me. So was Uncle Dan. He acted as though nothing had happened the rest of that week. Billy and I were getting along great and neither the subject of the impending paddling or of my erectile problems came up during the four days until Sunday. On Saturday, Uncle Dan drove Billy and me to the local bike shop and we picked out a bike for me. It was a used bike but real nice -- as good or better than the one I had left at home.

"When I was your age," Uncle Dan said to us on the way to the bike shop, "a bike was an essential item in a teenager's life and that hasn't changed in the last 20 years."

Sunday came and I must admit that now that the day was here, I had mixed emotions about the paddling. I, of course, was looking forward to seeing Billy's bare butt get it. But I was starting to dread what might happen as far as I was concerned. Billy and I got ready for church.

"You've got to wear a shirt and tie, Karl," Aunt Barb said. "After all, your uncle's the minister and you and Billy have got to set the example." I didn't care one way or the other. I was used to wearing a tie to church anyway.

All of us went to church that morning. Uncle Dan left earlier and drove his own car. Billy and I met with the church youth group and I got to meet some of Billy's friends. We drove home with Aunt Barb while Uncle Dan stayed to take care of his wedding.

Once we got home, I could tell that Billy was getting a little nervous and -- frankly -- so was I. Each of us kept looking at our watches while we played several games of ping-pong in the garage. Billy was real good but he intentionally didn't beat me too bad and even let me win a game.

At two o'clock, Aunt Barb came out to the garage. "I'm going over to the McFinn's," she said to Billy. "Your father will be home in about half an hour -- but I guess the two of you know that, don't you?"

"She's knows, huh?" I said after she left.

"Oh yeah," Billy said. "That's probably the main reason she's leaving. She doesn't like to hear the paddle."

"Is it that loud?" I asked.

"Pretty loud, I guess. It's loud from where I'm standing, I can tell you that. And, you know, sometimes I yell a little, I guess, for a real hard paddling."

"Yeah, I guess so." We played one more game and then Billy looked at his watch once again.

"We better go upstairs," he said. "Dad will be here soon."

Once we were in our bedroom, we just sat at our desks, waiting.

"This is the worst part," Billy said. "Just waiting, knowing it's coming soon." He got up and began walking around the room. He was nervous. "You better make sure you got clean underwear on, Karl. Dad will check."

"It's clean," I said. "I just put it on this morning, you know."

"I'm just telling you that Dad will check, that's all."

"He's going to 'check' our underpants?" I said. "Are you kidding?"

"Well, no, not exactly 'check' but he'll see them when you take them off. He'll pick them up and put them on the bed --- usually. I'm just saying to make sure they're clean, that's all. Forget it."

At two-thirty exactly, we heard the car pull in the drive. We heard Uncle Dan downstairs, closing his office door. The house was completely silent. For some twenty minutes Billy and I tried to forget the time. We didn't do a good job. Billy looked at his watch every minute it seemed. Then it got to be about ten minutes to go. "_s_h_i_t_," Billy said softly, "this waiting is terrible.

"Billy!," we heard Uncle Dan call from the stairway. Billy went out to the top of the stairs. He left the bedroom door open and I could hear him and his dad.

"Yes, sir," I heard Billy say.

"You and Karl get ready. I'll be up in ten minutes. Undress down to your T-shirts and underpants. Both of you lie face down on your beds. No talking. Questions?"

"No, sir," Billy said. He entered the room and closed the door. "You heard?" He said.

"Yes." I was already taking my shoes and socks off.

"He'll want you to put your clothes at the bottom of the bed," Billy said as he quickly undressed. I watched how he placed his shirt, shoes, socks and trousers and I did the same.

As I stepped out of my trousers, I saw Billy watching me closely. He was staring at my crotch. I had the beginings of an erection and it showed.

"_d_a_m_n_, you wern't kidding, were you, Karl. You're getting stiff! No way is Dad going to miss that. If that thing gets any bigger, you'll be able to hang a towel over it once you drop your pants."

"It isn't funny, Billy," I said, very much aware that my hard-on was big and getting bigger. I flopped down on my bed face down hoping that as soon as Uncle Dan came in the room my erection would disappear. Billy lay down on his bed too. We turned our heads to face each other. Neither of us was smiling. I looked at Billy's underwear tightly hugging his plump buttocks as he lay face down on his bed. This certainly wasn't likely to decrease my stiffness so I forced myself not to look at his butt. "How much longer," I whispered loudly.

"I figure 5 or 6 minutes," Billy answered softly. "Maybe less." I could swear that I caught Billy looking at my butt a couple of times as I forced myself to stare at his face or the wall. My eyes wandered to his tight underpants several times, though.

"Do you ever get tears in your eyes?" I asked, mainly to talk about something during the awkward wait.

"Truth?" Billy asked.

"Yeah." I said.

"Yes," he said looking me straight in the eyes. "In fact," he continued in a low voice, "I'll be real honest. Sometimes I cry a little. But not like I used to. I figure I might as well tell you now, I guess." Billy's face had turned a bright red. "How about you?"

"Yeah, me too -- sometimes." I said. "It's best we told each other, though. Right?"

"Yeah. I'm glad we told each other. I was worried about maybe crying in front of you."

"Yeah, me too," I said. "If you got to cry, go ahead. I'll do the same, okay?"

"Yeah, sure," Billy said. "I probably will cry. Good chance anyway. Dad hits pretty hard most of the time. For catching us using bad language he'll hit pretty hard I'm guessing. I'll probably cry -- a little anyway."

"Yeah, I guess we're supposed to."

"Yeah." Billy suddenly raised his head up from the mattress. "He's coming," he said. "Shhhh!" Less than 10 seconds later Uncle Dan opened the door and entered the room. I don't know how we missed the sound of him coming up the stairs but he was now standing in the three feet between our beds looking back and forth between us. He held the paddle in his right hand at his side.

"I won't ask either of you to tattle on yourselves or each other," he began, "but I'm certain that I heard talking. I think I particularly heard your voice, Billy and probably yours as well, Karl." Neither of us said a word. My erection was still pressing hard against my leg. "Didn't I say 'no talking'?"

"Yes, sir," Billy said.

"Did you hear me say that, Karl?" He was looking down at me.

"Yes, sir," I said. I took a quick look at Billy and I thought that I saw tears in his eyes already.

"Well, if I *did* hear talking, can either of you give me a reason for it?" Billy and I looked at each other briefly again but neither of us said anything.

"Karl??" Uncle Dan said.

"Sir," I said, "if I *was* talking -- and I'm not saying I was -- it was because I'm nervous and not used to being paddled by anyone else but my dad."

"An honest answer, Karl. I'll reward you honesty be overlooking the *possibility* that you were talking." He looked at Billy. "Billy??"

"Sir, I'm nervous too -- because Karl is here, I guess. You know looking at me getting it and all that."

"Another honest answer. We'll forget the talking that I *may* have heard." I watched as Uncle Dan looked around the room. He folded his arms across his chest, the paddle still in his hand. He stood there looking back and forth at Billy and me for what seemed a long time.

"Boys," he finally said and he started his lecture, "You must realize that the use of bad language....blah, blah, blah..." Thinking that he probably wasn't going to be asking any direct questions during this sermon, I tuned his voice out and tried to concentrate on what the sting of the paddle would feel like, hoping that such thoughts would deflate my erection. "....if others overhear such language it reflects badly on both you and me...blah, blah, blah..." he was still going. Then, "....you will think twice....." and, a few moments later....."is the meaning of 'punishment'...." He just seemed to go on and on! My erection was, indeed, a little less full than it was a few minutes before but still, I was sure, stiff enough to be noticeable when I stood up. Uncle Dan seemed to be finishing his lecture. "...will get a full dozen. If I ever need to repeat this for the same offense, the number will be two dozen." He paused. "Billy, get up and stand here," he said pointing with the paddle to a spot next to Billy's bed. "Karl," he said turning to me, "you stand here." He pointed to a spot near my bed. "Each of you face the other's bed."

As I got to my feet, I intentionally kept my eyes off Billy. I quickly pulled the front of my T-shirt down as far as I could hoping that it would cover the bulge in my pants. I didn't. Billy and I were not directly opposite each other so it was easy for me to not look at him directly. I was standing near the foot of my bed, Billy near the head of his. I just knew that Billy was at least trying to sneak a peak at the front of my pants. I could feel my erection pressing very hard again against my underpants. We both stood there for a while.

No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't resist the temptation to take a quick look at Billy's crotch. And what did I see? Billy's pants were covering a huge erection! I couldn't believe it!

And, dear reader, I must tell you that as Billy and I stood there, just able to see each other's crotch out of the corner of our eyes, I suddenly found myself wanting to laugh. Maybe it was the nervous tension in the room or maybe it was the way that Uncle Dan seemed - for once - lost for words. I don't know but I knew that if Billy and I caught each other's eye - even for a second - we'd both probably burst out laughing. Uncle Dan began pacing. He, no doubt, had forgotten how easy it was for teenage boys to pop a hard-on instantly and for the strangest reasons, or for no reason at all. I took another quick check. Avoiding Billy's eyes, I glanced at his crotch again. Yep, no doubt. Billy had a bonner nicely outlined under his pants. It was pointing upward toward the elastic waistband of his shorts. "Oh, God, keep me from laughing," I thought to myself. I felt my own bonner trapped under my underwear. I couldn't see, of course, but it felt like it was pointing straight out - or trying to - pressing hard against the fly part of my jockey shorts. I just knew Billy had seen this. It took every thing I had to not burst out laughing.

Uncle Dan finally cleared his throat several times. "Do I have to say that I'm surprised at what I see here?" He asked and I detected the sound of embarrassment in his voice. "'Surprised' is not the word, perhaps," he continued. "Neither of you should ever be ashamed of your bodies, boys, and you are both undergoing a lot of body changes right now...." he paused, "...but for goodness sake..." He was really flustered. He cleared his throat again. "Okay," he started to say something then stopped. I was hoping that he'd do or say something. I couldn't hold back much longer. I tried to think of something that wasn't funny at all, like the time my dog had been killed by a car. But nothing worked. I was on the very edge of bursting out laughing.

"Okay," Uncle Dan finally said, "let's move ahead. Karl, you will watch as Billy receives his punishment first. Billy, remove your shirt." Billy pulled his shirt over his shoulders and head. Without his shirt, his underpants seemed even more prominent and his hard-on more evident. Billy was a swimmer and his chest was well developed. His navel was surrounded by a halo of fine blond hair extending down under the waist of his underpants. Uncle Dan took the shirt from Billy's hand and placed it on the bed.

"Karl, you do the same," he said. I pulled my shirt off, feeling my stiff _c_o_c_k_ pressing even harded against my pants as I raised my arms. He took my shirt. "Okay, Billy, you know the routine, lower and remove your pants." Billy paused.

"Don't you want me to turn around first," he asked.

"No." Uncle Dan said. "Since there are two of you for me to contend with today, we'll alter the procedure slightly. Take them off, son." Billy slowly slid his pants down over his hips, buttocks and _c_o_c_k_. Free of the constraint of his underwear, Billy's _c_o_c_k_ pointed almost directly upward. He bent down to pull the pants off his legs. As he stood, his _c_o_c_k_ bobbed around slightly then resumed its aim at the ceiling. Billy had a thick mat of blond curly pubic hair; his balls were drawn up tight around the base of his penis. Uncle Dan took the pants from Billy who was holding them in his hand. He looked at them and then tossed them onto the bed.

"Karl," he said, "your turn." I hesitated. "Quickly, Karl, your cousin is waiting and so am I." I decided to pull my pants down and off as quickly as possible (didn't want to keep Billy waiting, after all). As I stood up again I felt my erection proudly standing out from my belly and, like Billy's, pointing upward at a steep angle. I handed my pants to Billy's dad. Now that everything was out in the open, so to speak, my urge to laugh was dying down a bit.

"Okay, you two," Uncle Dan said, "you might as well look at each other. I'll wager things will soon change. Go ahead, let's get the gawking and snickering out of the way." I looked directly at Billy's stiff _c_o_c_k_ and briefly saw him staring at mine. The desire to laugh completely disappeared as I stared at Billy's huge _c_o_c_k_. Actually, as far as I could tell, we were about the same size and except for the fact that my pubic hair was darker, I could have been looking in a mirror. I could feel the throbbing in my _c_o_c_k_ as I stared at Billy. It was the first time I had ever looked closely at someone else's hard-on. I could feel my balls hugging the base of my _c_o_c_k_ tightly and they started to ache. I'd seen lots of guys naked in the shower after gym class but I suddenly realized that the sight of Billy's huge erection was very exciting. I remember thinking that I could have reached down and rubbed my own erection for maybe all of three seconds and shot a load ten feet across the room.

"Go ahead, boys, take a good look." Uncle Dan said. And we did -- for at least a minute, it seemed. I could see a large blood vessel running up the bottom of Billy's _c_o_c_k_ and the slit at the tip where the pee came out. I was hoping that Billy was examining my anatomy with equal interest. I found myself wanting to touch Billy's _c_o_c_k_, to squeeze it to see how hard it was, to touch his balls

"Okay, enough." Uncle Dan finally said. "Billy turn around and face your bed." Billy slowly turned and I finally got to see his plump butt -- naked. His buttocks were even larger than I had imagined and the cleft between them was real deep. His ass was almost white and completely hairless. It looked like a baby's butt, only larger. The throbbing in my _c_o_c_k_ increased as I stood there and looked at what I had imagined in my mind so many, many times. Billy's butt! It was _f_u_c_k_ing beautiful!

"On the bed, son, elbows and knees," Uncle Dan said. Billy got up on his bed, leaning forward, placing his weight on his elbows and knees. His butt cheeks separated just slightly as his butt was forced upward by his position. I remembered the Billy had told me that sometimes he had to spread his legs wide apart and I was hoping Uncle Dan would tell him to do so now. I was hoping to get a view of Billy's asshole.

"Move down here, Karl," Uncle Dan said to me. "I want you to have a good view." I took a couple of steps that placed me almost directly behind Billy. Billy was looking up straight ahead at the wall. "Now look at me, Billy," Uncle Dan said as he moved into a position that would allow him to swing the paddle effectively. Billy turned his head and looked back over his shoulder. For a brief second our eyes met. He definitely had tears in his eyes -- and the paddling hadn't even really started. Billy looked up at his dad and I turned my attention back to Billy's well presented butt.

"Any question as to why you are here, Billy?" His dad said as he held the paddle up.

"No, sir," Billy said. "I'm sorry, sir." I thought from his shaky voice that Billy might be about to cry but he managed to keep control. He was scared, I knew that much. He had never mentioned that he got scared. Seeing him scared made me scared too.

"Okay, son, turn your head forward, pick a spot on the wall and look at it." Billy turned his head to the front. All I could see now was the back of his head. "And keep your butt up, son." Uncle Dan now took the paddle and gently rubbed it across Bill's bare buttocks a few times. Billy flinched at the touch of the paddle. Uncle Dan brought the paddle back , held it still for a second and then forward quickly. I'll never forget the sound of that first whack as the paddle landed squarely across Billy's bare butt. It was a loud, crisp crack. What a sound and what a sight! Billy didn't move for a couple of seconds.

"Ohhhh...awwllll," Billy suddenly said out loud. He reflexively raised up off his elbows for just a second and then resumed his position. The second smack landed on his left cheek a few seconds later. Billy said nothing and remained completely still. His left cheek had turned a bright red. I felt my erection quickly deflating.

The third smack landed on Billy's right cheek. Again Billy managed to keep his position and made no sound. There was now a bright red band the width of the paddle all the way across the middle of Billy's ass. Uncle Dan was in no hurry. He waited a few seconds between each smack. And, to be honest, the smacks didn't look to be that hard, although the sound of wood on bare butt was really loud. I thought that maybe Uncle Dan's paddle was designed to deliver maximum pain with minimum velocity. I found myself staring at Billy's butt so the next smack caught me by surprise. It landed low on Billy's butt, across both cheeks. After a second, I heard Billy groan and wiggle his butt.