"Shane, you are my responsibility while you're here." My Uncle Jon was telling me. "I have to look out for you, and keep you safe. But that also means I have to punish you if you misbehave. Today was the final straw. You have earned yourself a spanking."
My eyes grew round in horror. "I-I'm sorry!" I stammered. "It was an accident!"
"Accident or not, my windshield in now broken into a million pieces and laying all over the driveway! Someone could have been seriously injured. You have to learn you can't behave that way."
"I'll learn! Just don't spank me! Please! I'm 14! That's too old for a spanking!"
"You're too old to get into trouble like this! You want to act like an eight year old, I'll treat you like an eight year old. Ask any of my boys, they've all learned how to behave the same way you will. It's not worth it."
"Whatever." I stood to leave the room, but he grabbed my arm.
"You're not going anywhere!"
I rolled my eyes, and pushed him away. "You're not my Dad!" I yelled.
For a second I thought Jon was going to smack me.
Instead, he ran his fingers through his thick, brown hair. "You're just making it worse. You earned yourself a dose of the hairbrush now." He told me calmly. "You stay at my house, you follow my rules. It doesn't matter if you're my son or not."
My Dad would have been screaming and raising hell by now, but he'd never spank me. This was awful! Jon was just the other way around. He didn't seem fazed by anything I said. He didn't even get angry. And it frustrated me.
"You're an ass hole!" I told him, defiantly.
"Shane-" He started.
I ignored him. "You don't know how to raise kids! You're stupid and-"
"Shane!" He interrupted me again, his voice growing louder. "Think very carefully about the next words that come out of your mouth!"
I grew silent.
"Okay." He rubbed the bridge of his nose. "What in the name of that all that's holy has gotten into you, Shane?" He asked me. "Usually you're so well behaved! Now you're acting like a monster! And such language! Come on now. You've already bitten off more than you can chew."
I still didn't say anything. I felt like crying! My whole life, I had looked up to Jon. I wanted to be just like him; I mean, I thought he was the coolest. And now this? I had let him down. He'd probably hate me after this! I felt awful.
"Are you done? Are you going to be able to control yourself?"
I nodded.
"Good." He didn't sound as calm as he had earlier. "I want you to take off your jeans, shoes, and your socks. I'll be back in five minutes."
"Sure." I was still pissed, but too scared to remain defiant.
"When you answer me, I expect to hear either 'yes sir' or 'no sir'. Am I understood?"
"Y-yes sir."
With that, he left.
I sighed loudly, and started to pull of my Nikes. This sucked. I had expected it to be all cool. Two months of hanging out with my cousins and not having to worry about much of anything. My third day here and I was going to get the first spanking of my life! I felt like hurling one of my shoes out the window, but I decided not to. I unbuttoned my jeans, and slid them to the floor. Now I was clad in only my white tank top and a pair of bright orange boxer shorts. The cold air hit my legs, and I shivered.
Jon walked in a little later. He was carrying a hair brush, and I gulped when i saw it. He went straight to his desk, and sat down at the straight back chair. "One more thing." He gestured toward my boxer shorts. "I don't let my sons wear boxers. For a few reasons, if you want to know. And I won't let you, either, while you're here."
I opened my mouth to object, but he stopped me.
"I'll let it pass, but by this time next week you better be wearing only briefs. Believe me, I'll check."
I didn't doubt him.
"Okay, enough talk. You know what you did was wrong, and you know why I'm giving you a spanking. I want to you come and lay over my knees."
Slowly, I slid into place. If this wasn't humiliating! Goose bumps crawled up and down my bare legs. He patted my butt softly, but I still jumped. "First time, Shane?" He asked me, gently.
I nodded.
"Just relax, kid, and take it like man. Understood?"
"Yes, sir." I replied quietly. Not five seconds after the words were out of my mouth, SMACK! His hand came down on top of my boxer shorts. It stung, but not as bad as I thought it would have. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK He reigned down the smacks quick and hard. By about the 30 slap, my ass was burning. SMACK SMACK SMACK He went at it for about 20 more smacks, then stopped. I'd swear my buns were on fire!
I thought he was done, and relief flooded through me. I started to stand, but he pushed me back down.
"I'm only halfway done." He informed me. "This is going to be a lot worse than the first half."
Suddenly, I remembered the hair brush! "No!" I whined.
"Remember what I said about taking it like a man?" That shut me up. I didn't want to seem like a sissy, especially in front of him. CRACK!!! The brush came down a lot harder than his hand had! I yelped, and jumped up.
"Yeeeeeooooowwww!" Jon remained silent, but he crossed his legs over mine, to keep me in place. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK! The hairbrush was 10 times worse! After only 15 strokes, tears were starting to fall freely down my cheeks. By the 25th, I was screaming. "Stop! Puh-lease stop! I'll never throw rocks again! I'm sorry!"
But he didn't stop until he reached 35.
Then he stood me up, and gave me a hug. "That's a good boy." He told me, soothingly. "Calm down. You took it well. And I think you learned a valuable lesson. Good boy."
I tried to stop from crying, but I couldn't. "I-I-I'm sorry, Shane. Honest."
"I know you are." He patted my head. "You go stand over in that corner and think about what you did, and think about your punishment for about 15 minutes. I'll set the timer. After that, you can go off and do whatever. Sound good?"
"I guess." I rubbed my ass, and walked over to the corner, the whole time wishing I could put my jeans back on. What if some body walked in?
I could hear as Jon set the timer, and as he sat down at his desk. He hummed a little, and shuffled through some papers. Then I thought I may as well do what he told me to do, and I thought back over the spanking. Even though it stung, and made my ass really sore, it wasn't as bad as it could have been. But I wasn't all that eager about getting another one!
Before I knew it, DING went the timer. I pulled on my jeans and my shoes, blew my nose, and ran out to rejoin my cousins who were playing Nintendo in the living room. Not too long after that, Jon came and played with us. I knew all was forgiven, at least until next time. Would there be a next time?