"If any of them misbehave, tell me when I get back: they know what they'll get!" their father said.

They certainly did. My three nephews - Glenn,10; David, 12; and Paul (14) - were punished very severely by their father, strap on bare butt. A week's holiday was a big liberation for them.

The first day passed fine in a welter of activity, but then on the first night, David got into some wrongdoing. The next morning after breakfast, I called all three boys to the family room, let Glenn and Paul sit, but had David stand before me.

David is an attractive kid. That summer day, he was dressed in red sports shorts, and a matching red football top, with white short socks and training shoes. Fair-haired, tall, well-proportioned, still all boy, legs and face smooth, blue eyes.

We discussed his offences. He was very afraid that his father should not find out - and the other boys supported him in this but said he should be punished. Eventually, I said, "OK. I haven't decided your full punishment yet, but, for a start, to teach you the beginnings of a lesson, go to your room and put on your white vest and Y-fronts."

I knew that each of the boys had these items - it was their father's "punishment kit" in which he lectured them before having them remove the Y-fronts for the belt.

"Shall I wait in the bedroom?" David asked.

He thought he was about to be beaten.

"Oh no. Just put on the vest and underpants and come back here."

So it was that David had to spend the morning around the house, with the rest of us, in white Y-fronts with a white Y-front singlet tucked neatly into them. The two others, of course, teased him mercilessly.

We had lunch hat way too, after which I announced that we were going out to a friend's house for the afternoon. "Shall I put my shorts and top back on?" David asked.

"Oh no." I said, "Ralph knows you are being punished."

The colour drained from David's face as the other boys laughed. "But what about ... in the car?"

"It's a nice warm day - and no-one can see into our drive here or Ralph's."

"It's NOT FAIR, uncle!" David shouted - and stormed off. And thus it was that we eventually all departed, David knowing that he was now under sentence of even more severe punishment for his tantrum and sulk.

At Ralph's, I stood David in a corner of his dining room, hands on head and left him while we all had a coffee and cookies on the patio.

After that, I had my older nephew bring him out to join us and made him apologise, which he did, ruefully. "Now give me your vest and take off your shoes," I said. He obediently did so.

We were sitting round a long white plastic table with curved ends, in white plastic chairs. I was at one end. "Climb on the table," I said.

"On the table?" He looked shocked.

"Yes." I shifted my chair back to let him climb up. "Lie on your back, hands on head," I ordered.

He lay there in Y-fronts and socks, with all of us looking at him.

"He's not very developed yet," Ralph said.

"In what way?" I asked.

"Penis-wise." Ralph said.

The other two boys giggled.

"It is quite a small bulge, I agree," I said, "but you can never totally tell when it's soft like this."

The bulge started to wriggle and change shape. "Oohh look," Glenn said, "He's starting to go hard."

"Uncle, please let me down," David begged, his eyes tight closed, as if willing his dick to soften.

"Oh no," I said, "you have to live with your punishment, David." His dick had now gone totally hard and was pressing upward in his underpants at a thirty degree angle to his body.

"It looks uncomfortable," Ralph said, "Shall we strip off his Y-fronts boys?"

"Yes!" they chorused eagerly.

Before David could make a protest, everyone grabbed him and I pulled his Y-fronts right off. We held him back, naked eacept for his socks, hard and hairless.

"Awesome!" Glenn said.

"Cool!" Paul said.

"You two don't need to make too much of this," I said. "Stand up!"

They stood up, hands clasped in front of thir shorts.

"Hands on heads!" They put their hands on their heads. Each had a bulge in his shorts. "I think we'll have thir shorts and briefs down, don't you Ralph?"

Ralph and I each went behind one of the boys and drew his shorts and underpants down to just above his knees. Each sported a hard-on.

"Now we'll give David his punishment", I said. "Come off the table, David."

The naked David came off the table. I had Paul and Glenn lie across the table, right next to each other, flanks touching, then made David lie lengthways on the table, face down, over his brothers' bottoms. Then Ralph and I took it turns to spank David, until his bottom was pink and sore and he was writhing around on top of his brothers....

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