CABIN WEEKEND, Part 1

My name is Matt Sandler. When I was 15 years old my parents decided they wanted to go on a second honeymoon cruise, so my aunt and uncle invited me to go on a week-long trip with them to stay in their mountain cabin. They thought it would be fun for me, and they wanted me to keep my younger cousin Jake company (we had always gotten along well).

Going on the trip were my aunt Helen and uncle Robert, my cousin Nichole (20) and her boyfriend Trent (19 that weekend) and my 12-year-old cousin Jake. My mom and her sister (my aunt Helen) were raised in a somewhat strict household, but my uncle Robert was always VERY strict with my cousins. I had never had a run-in with him, in fact, I really liked him, and I think that was as much a reason for them taking me on this trip as anything else.

The drive to the cabin was uneventful, but things started to go bad right after we arrived. As we were unloading the van Nichole told Jake to help her boyfriend with his things, and Jake said, "He's your boyfriend, dingus. You help him."

No sooner were the words out of his mouth than my uncle turned him around and cracked his hand across Jake's mouth. Jake burst into quiet tears and my uncle said, "What have I told you about respecting your elders, young man?"

Jake took a couple of steps back from him and looked at his mom who was busy taking things into the house. "Do I need to take your pants down right here?" asked uncle Robert. Jake slumped a little and looking sideways at his sister said, "I apologize."

"Helen!" called uncle Jake. My aunt came out on the front porch of the cabin and my uncle motioned her over to the van. He called Nichole's boyfriend Trent back from the porch, too, and gathered us all in the driveway. "Let's clear some things up right now" he said. "This family has rules, and everyone's expected to follow them. The basic rule is this: If you're over 18, you are an adult and you're expected to behave like one." He looked pointedly at Nichole and Trent as he said this. "That means taking on adult responsibilities like cooking, repairing the cabin, and looking after the kids."

"If you're under 18" he continued, "you do as you're told and keep a respectful tongue in your head. Otherwise, you're free to play and do as you like, as long as you don't break any rules. Got it?"

Everyone but my aunt said, "Yes, sir" and we went back to unloading the van. The cabin was one large room, with the kitchen part on one side and a fireplace on the other. It had a very small bathroom with a stall shower, toilet, and sink. Above the main room was a loft where my aunt and Nichole would sleep while the rest of the "men" slept downstairs around the fire.

As I got my things out of the van, I noticed Trent was looking at me kind of funny. When he saw me notice him he glanced at my uncle and said, "Matt, put those down and take the charcoal up to the house, please." I didn't say anything, just gave him a look that said, "you're crazy" and walked up to the house with my sleeping bag and back pack.

"Matthew, halt." It was my uncle calling from the car, and he sounded mad. I looked back at him with my eyebrows raised. "What did I just tell everybody?" he asked.

"I'm just taking my stuff in. I'll get the charcoal next. Sheesh!" I said, trying to make light of a situation that I felt was getting suddenly way too serious.

"Come over here, Matthew" my uncle said. I flinched as his hand came up, but he just gripped my shoulder hard. He put his face right up to mine, nose to nose, and said, "Listen to me, son, 'cause you're not going to get any more warnings after this. When a grownup tells you to do something, you obey first and ask questions while you're obeying, you got that?"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I could understand my aunt and uncle, and even Nichole ordering around 12-year-old Jake, but I didn't think that should apply to me and Nichole's boyfriend. I said so.

"Eighteen's the rule, son, and you know it" said uncle Robert.

"But he's only a couple of years older than me" I complained.

"He'll be nineteen this weekend, and you're only 15. That doesn't sound like a couple of years to me."

"I'm not that far from 16, and he's still 18 for four or five more days. He's just testing to see how much he can order me around anyway. It's not fair." I was struggling to keep my voice calm and respectful. My uncle was not a violent man, and I was sure I could reason with him.

"Were you doing that, Trent?" asked my uncle.

"No, sir" said Trent, smiling. "I just asked him to take the charcoal up to the porch. I think I even said 'please.'"

My uncle released his grip on my shoulder and grabbed my ear gently but firmly. "That's what I heard, Matt. Now listen, I don't think you'd want me or Trent spanking you this week, would you? We're going to have a good time together, right?"

When I started to protest, he gripped my ear tighter and stopped smiling. "Right?"

I glared at Trent and said quietly, "Yes, sir." My uncle smiled again and said, "All right! Good boy" and slapped my butt which made me blush with embarrassment and more than a little hostility toward Trent. I was relieved when my uncle said, "Trent, leave Matt alone for a while, okay? We're all going to have a nice week together."

We finished taking things into the house, and Nichole and my aunt started preparing the kitchen. My little cousin Jake said, "Let's go down to the river!" I agreed, and so did Trent, but my uncle put a hand on Trent's arm and said, "We have some things to do around here first."

All Trent could say was, "Oh. Sure." and I made sure he saw me smirking when Jake and I walked out the door.

Jake and I spent the entire day playing on the edges of the river while my uncle and Trent worked on the cabin roof and got the firewood and I don't know what all else ready for the weekend. Jake and I took off our shirts and shoes and raced twigs and small branches down stream for most of the day. Being summer, the sun wasn't going to go down until about 7:30. I guess it was about 6:00 or so when my uncle and Trent made their way down to the river near us. They each had a towel and my uncle carried a small plastic bag with soap and shampoo in it.

"Bath time, boys" said uncle Robert.

"Ah, dad" said Jake. "Can't I take one later?"

"Wouldn't you rather take one now?" asked my uncle as he started to undress.

"No" said Jake. "We're racing things and we're tied. I'm going to win this one!"

"How about you, Matt?" my uncle asked. Trent was pushing his pants and underwear off, and quickly jumped into the water up to his chest without looking at anybody. Both he and my uncle were over 6' tall, both were broad chested, though Trent's body was relatively smooth. I considered my own 5'8" frame and thought that my size probably contributed to everyone thinking of me as a little kid. I'd be _d_a_m_n_ed if I were going to strip naked in front of Trent and my uncle and my little cousin. Not even my parents had seen me naked since I was a little kid, and only my dad ever saw me in my underwear.

"Matt?" my uncle repeated.

"Later, too." I said. He shrugged and dunked his whole body under the water. I caught Trent's eye as I turned away, and he stood up straight and tall in the water, sticking his chest out showing off how much bigger he was than me. They bathed quickly, and Jake and I were soon alone again.

It was not long after that that I heard a bell ringing. "That's mom" said Jake. "Time to go in." I was tired and ready for dinner, and we slipped on our shoes and shirts and made our way to the cabin in the fading daylight.

When I walked inside the first thing I saw was Trent unhooking a hose from the kitchen sink. I couldn't imagine what he was doing, and then I saw the large old fashioned round metal tub half filled with water on the floor. "Can you help me, Robert?" asked Trent as he leaned down to grab one of the handles on the side of the tub. Together they both carefully moved it across the room to next to the fire place. My aunt and Nichole followed behind him with a giant pot of boiling water which they dumped into the tub.

My aunt reached down to feel the water as Nichole took the pot back to the kitchen. "Oh, that's perfect" she said, standing. "Okay, boys. Time for your bath. Jake, why don't you let Matt go first since he's your guest?"

"Okay with me" said Jake.

I was a moment absorbing what she had just said. I didn't even notice that my heart had begun to race. "Go first?" I said. My breath was shallow, and all kinds of crazy things were going through my head.

Trent said, "Well you can't fit in there together, kid" and everyone laughed.

"You want me to take a bath in the living room?" I asked, incredulously.

"You didn't want to take one earlier, remember?" said my uncle.

"Forget that" I said. "I'll take a shower."

"Shower's broken" said Trent, standing behind my aunt and Nichole. He was the one smirking now.

"Yeah," said Nichole. "Thanks to you!"

"I'm really sorry, Helen" said Trent to my aunt, who had turned to look at him. "I'll go into that village we passed first thing in the morning, and you can have a shower right after breakfast. I promise."

"I'm not taking a bath in the living room" I said firmly.

"Oh, for heaven's sake" said my aunt. "Jake, get in the tub before the water gets cold." Jake had already kicked off his shoes and socks. He gave those to his mom, then pulled his shirt over his head and handed that to her. Next he stepped out of his jeans and handed those over as well. He glanced once at his sister, turned his back to all of us, and pulled his underwear down and off. Testing the water with one foot, he gingerly stepped into the tub and sat down. Then he turned around and looked up at all of us with a grin on his face. "Can I have some hot chocolate, too?" he asked.

"Maybe after dinner" said my aunt. Walking past me she gave me a weary look and said, "Was that so hard, Matt?"

My uncle glared at me and said, "Your turn next, Matt, and I don't want any more trouble out of you tonight."

"Yeah, Matt" said Trent. "Come on. The ladies have worked real hard to make us all a nice dinner tonight." He took Nichole's hand and smirked evilly at me. "Don't ruin it for us all."

The time that Jake took to bathe seemed to both last forever and to be over in just a couple of minutes. Nichole washed his hair and dunked his head under the water, then left him to bathe himself. Finally Jake said, "I need to rinse" and my aunt brought over a large pitcher from the kitchen. Jake stood up, again with his back to the room, while my aunt poured the warm water over his head. "Don't splash!" she said as he lifted his arms, and he stood stock still. She handed him a towel and he stepped out of the tub and closer to the fire and began to dry himself.

Trent and Nichole were in the kitchen watching all this, and my uncle was sitting in a lounge chair with his eyes closed. "Okay, Matt" said my aunt. "If you hurry the water will still be warm when you're finished. And Jake can go second the next time."

I looked at her retreating back, and then over at Trent and Nichole as she passed them. Nichole's eyes were glittering, and Trent was standing behind her with his arms wrapped around her. There was a broad smile on his face.

In my short 15 years, I had never been faced with this kind of situation. I began to tremble as I weighed my options: (1) refuse to take a bath and be spanked (possibly with my pants down?) or (2) strip naked in front of a room full of people, including my aunt and cousin Nichole, and Nichole's boyfriend.

"What's the hold up, Matt?" asked Trent, loud enough to get my uncle's attention.

"Matt," my uncle said. "What are you doing?"

I was close to tears, and with a trembling voice said, "I don't want to" and looked over at everyone in the kitchen.

My uncle got out of his chair and walked toward me saying, "Listen, Matt. Your aunt and Nichole have seen plenty of bare boy's bottoms in their lives, and Trent and I are both guys, right? Now you get in that tub and stop all the fussing or my belt is coming off, is that clear?"

I just stood there, literally frozen like a statue. "That's it" said my uncle, and unlooped his belt from his jeans.

"All right. All right. Just turn around" I said to Nichole and Trent. My aunt was busy at the sink, and had her back to me. Jake had wrapped his enormous towel all around himself and was now watching the show. Nichole and Trent didn't move a muscle.

"Get moving, kid" said my uncle, waiving the belt slightly. I turned my back to them and took off everything but my underwear. My face was hot, and I think my whole body was blushing.

"Let's go, big guy" said Trent, sounding to Nichole like he was being supportive. I decided to bite the bullet and, as quickly as possible, pulled off my underwear and sat down in the tub.

My uncle ruffled my hair just as if I were Jake's age and said, "Now that wasn't so bad, was it?"

"Do you want me to wash your hair, too?" asked Nichole.

"No, Nichole." I said with as much venom as I could put in my voice. "I do not want you to wash my hair, too."

"Hey!" said Trent. "Nichole's worked all day to make this a nice night. I think you should apologize." I didn't say anything, and quickly washed as much of my body as I could. I dunked my head in the water and washed my hair, then dunked it again to get the shampoo out.

"Could I have a towel, please?" I said to no one in particular. Trent, of course, grabbed my towel and walked over to the fireplace and stood next to Jake, facing me.

"No, you cannot have a towel yet. You haven't even washed properly, and you still need to rinse."

"I'm clean" I said.

Trent glanced at Nichole and said, "You wanted to ignore me just now, Matt, and that was a mistake. Now you listen or I'm going to borrow your uncle's belt and smack your backside good. You get up on your knees and you wash everything."

I looked up at him, struggling not to cry and he leaned over to reach behind me and smacked my butt hard. "Now." he said, as though he were 30 years old and I were 10. I grabbed the soap and hurriedly washed my crotch and splashed water on myself to rinse, trying not to look at the kitchen area where I knew everyone was looking at me.

"Reach back and wash your butt, Matt. Your hold enough to have hair now, and you need to clean there as well." said Trent. I was mortified, and tears streamed down my face as I complied. Seeing this, Trent said, "You don't need to be embarrassed, kid. I'm going to be a doctor, remember? And Helen and Nichole have seen Jake naked plenty of times."

I wanted to scream at him that Jake hadn't hit puberty yet, that Jake wasn't even in high school, that Jake was nearly a decade younger than his sister, and not two years away from attending the same college with her as I was. Instead I just glared at him and sat back down in the tub.

"Bring me the pitcher, honey" he said trying to sound like the grown up my uncle said he was, rather than the teenager he actually was. Nichole brought over the "rinse pitcher" and handed it to him.

"Stand up" he said, and I did, using my hands to cover myself in front. He slowly poured the water over my head and body while Nichole stood behind him and watched. "All right, step out now" he said as he handed me the towel. I quickly drew it around myself and tried to keep it around my waist at one end while drying myself with the other end.

"Helen, do you have any lotion?" Trent asked my aunt.

"On the counter here, dear" said my aunt from the kitchen.

"Come with me" he said, grabbing my arm. I only resisted a little, leaning backward against his grasp as he led me into the kitchen with my aunt and Nichole. I think Matt got a little too much sun. Look" he said whipping the towel away from me. I whirled around to put my back to them, my hands covering my privates, my head hanging down in shame.

"Oh," said Nichole. "His back is awfully red compared to his butt." And with that Trent started rubbing the lotion into my back. It was humiliating. I felt like I was four years old. Finally he finished and smacked my right butt cheek. "Why don't you get dressed now, kid." he said, but kept my towel.

"Come here, Matt" said my uncle. I ran over to him, still using my hands to cover up in front. There I was, 15 years old and standing stark naked in the middle of the cabin's only room, while everyone watched. My eyes were red, but I was just barely managing not to cry.

"Put this on" said my uncle, pulling a t-shirt over my head. "Lift your arms." I leaned closed to him and complied as he pulled it on and down. "Now" said my uncle. "I think you were a little surly with your cousin while you were in the tub, don't you?"

"I need pants" I said.

"No, you don't" he said. "You and Jake are dressed for bed now, and if you're good all through dinner you can stay up a while and play cards with the grown ups afterward." I looked over at Jake who was still standing by the fire, wearing only a t-shirt. It was one of his dad's shirts, and it came down to his knees.

"Can I please have my sweats or my cutoffs?" I pleaded.

My uncle grabbed my shoulder again and almost pressed his nose to mine. "Matt, I think you need to learn who are the grown ups and who are the children here. Jake always sleeps in just a shirt, and that's how you're going to stay dressed until tomorrow. Got it?"

"But his goes all the way down to his knees!" I said, indignation rising in my voice.

He said simply, "That can't be helped" and walked over to the dinner table. I stood there pulling at the shirt, stretching it down in front of me. It only covered my lower half if I pulled it with my hands.

Trent said, "How about that apology, Matt?" and Nichole leaned against him looking angry.

I couldn't take it anymore and finally exploded, tears of rage streaming down my face. "Apologize for what!?! For being forced to strip naked in front of the whole _d_a_m_n_ village? For being treated like I'm 10 _f_u_c_k_ing years old!?! For --"

At this point my uncle had crossed the room and had grabbed one of my arms. "Let go of me!" I shouted, but it was useless. He dragged me over to one of the kitchen chairs and yanked me over his lap. My face was inches from the floor, and my butt was sticking way up in the air. Then he started to slap my backside with long, hard, steady smacks. I couldn't believe what was happening. I shouted at him to stop, and he just kept on spanking me.

My butt was on fire, and I finally just sobbed uncontrollably. He finally stopped when I gave in, and yanked me to my feet. I yanked my shirt down in front with both my hands. "Trent, bring me my belt" he said. Oh, God. Not more. I started to beg.

"Oh, please. Don't. Please. I've had enough. Please, it was enough! I swear! UNCLE ROBERT!" He pushed me over the table and pinned both of my hands behind my back with his left.

"You" SMACK "are going" SMACK "to learn" SMACK "to respect" SMACK "your elders." SMACK. "Is that clear?" SMACK "You" SMACK "are not" SMACK "a grown up." SMACK.

"I think that's enough, Robert" I heard my aunt say. Again I was yanked to standing, and I reached back to grab my butt, trying to massage away the fire that was back there. I didn't care anymore that I was exposed to the whole room. My uncle grabbed the back of my head and said, "You see that corner?" point to the corner of the room next to the table. "Stand in it!"

I walked over to the corner and stood facing it, pulling my shirt down with my hands. "Keep your hands at your sides, young man, unless you want more." I let my hands hang loose at my sides, putting my butt on display for the whole room to see.

I was made to stay that way through most of dinner, until my aunt said, "Come to the table and have some dinner, Matthew." I was starving, but I didn't want to sit down with all of them. I jumped as Trent's hand reached back and patted my butt.

"Come on, little guy" he said. It took all my effort to not start crying again. I sat between Jake and my uncle, and ate my dinner staring at my plate the whole time. I was now dreading the rest of the week, and what it might have in store for me.

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