"He only gave you the hairbrush?" My cousin, Chris asked incredulously. "You should consider yourself lucky!"

"You get it worse?" I asked dumbfounded. To my almost unspanked butt, I couldn't think of anything worse than the hairbrush.

Chris laughed, and exchanged a look with his older brother, James. "Man, I haven't been spanked with the hairbrush since I was 10! I can't believe you got it with the brush. When we turned 11, we moved on to Dad's belt."

James spoke up. "And another thing. You think you're too old for a spanking? Ha! I'm 17 and I still get turned over my pop's knees."

"Oh." Came my response. Just the pure thought of getting a licking with a belt was enough to make me flinch. Another question popped into my head. "Um, well, do you guys ever get bare bottom spankings?"

"You mean he didn't give you one? What the hell's up with that!"

James shook his head. "You're weird, kid. You're weird. I bet he's just going easy on you because it was your first whoopin'. It'll get worse. Just you wait."

"Oh, I don't have anything to worry about." I told them confidently. "I'll be able to stay out of trouble."

They didn't say anything as they got up and walked out of the room, but I noticed they gave each other doubtful looks. I sighed, and flopped over on my bed. Ah... summer. Time to relax and forget about everything....

"Shane!" I heard someone yelling. "Shane!"

I awoke form my nap, and shook myself. "Yeah?"

It was Jon. "Come on down here, Shane. It's a beautiful day! Let's get a soccer game going or something!"

I jumped up and ran down the stairs. "Cool!" I exclaimed. "I love soccer!"

Jon grinned, and ruffled my hair. "I swear, you act more like I do than my own boys!"

I laughed. I felt great! To me, that was an awesome compliment!

"C'mon! What are you waiting for! Let's go!"

I grinned, and raced Jon out to the backyard.

Already a small group of people had arrived. There were a few kids my age (around 13-14), a guy about 21, and two guys about Jon's age (34). They were kicking a soccer ball around, but nothing had started yet.

They greeted us warmly. "Hey, Jon!" The older guys yelled. They exchanged high five's, and I was introduced to everyone. After that, they decided to start up a game.

"Okay. We have 16 people, so that'll make two even teams. Since we're using Jon's backyard, he should get to be a captain. And, I should get to be the other captain because, well, I'm just a natural leader."

Immediately I hated this guy. It would have been different if he had been joking, but he was just conceited.

So I was relieved when I was picked for Jon's team. Soon, we got up a game going. I had it in for the conceited guy (Matt was his name), and I chased him all over the field.

"You got a problem, kid?" He asked when he couldn't shake me. He darted to the left, and I anticipated it and stuck my foot out.

It was like clockwork! He tripped over my outstretched foot, and flew face first into the ground. The ball flew away from him, and someone from my team got it, and ran down field.

I was on top of the world, or so I thought, until Jon called my name out rather harshly.

"Shane Smith!" He exclaimed.

Every stopped and looked at me. "Y-yes, sir?" I asked meekly.

Jon walked over to me slowly. "Young man," He started.

Matt interrupted him. "I think he broke my nose, man!"

Jon's attention went from me, to Matt's nose. Jon was a doctor, so he knew what he was saying when he announced, "No. It's just swollen. But it still could have caused serious damage." He gave me a look.

I felt like bawling right there. I was completely embarrassed.

"Shane, I want you to go on inside. Better yet, I want you to go right on up to my study. Am I understood?"

Again, he was talking in such a calm matter, it made me angry. If I was going to get in trouble, I at least wanted to get a rise out of someone.

"_f_u_c_k_ing jerk." I muttered under my breath as I walked away. Even though I admired Shane, that didn't mean he could get away with embarrassing me in public.

A hand was clamped on my shoulder, hard. I thought I had attention a minute ago, now not a single pair of eyes was away from us. Even Chris and James were watching from the front porch.

I dared to turn around.

Shane took a deep breath. He spoke low and quiet. "Go. To. My. Study." He spoke through clenched teeth, clearly trying to control himself. "I want you down to your briefs by the time I get up there, which won't be until after this game is over. You do anything, ANYTHING else inappropriate or other than I told you to do between now and then I'll make sure to it you won't be able to sit for a month!" He let go of my shoulder, and turned away.

I stomped into the house, slamming the front door so hard the window cracked. Now I was in trouble, and I didn't even mean it! Before I even reached the top of the stairs, I was in tears.

"Shane?" Chris asked softly.

He peeked around the door to Jon's study.

"What?" I was sitting on the floor with my arms crossed over my chest. I hadn't made any effort yet to undress.

"Well..." He dawdled, and sighed. "I was just wondering if you ever got around to switching from boxers to briefs."

"_d_a_m_n_ it!" I slammed my fist down on the floor.

He pulled a small pair of white briefs out from behind his back. "Don't say I never did anything for you." He dropped them in my lap, and left.

Slowly, I undressed, and pulled on the underwear. They were a little (okay a lot) small for me, but better than being caught wearing boxers after I had been forbade to! Right after I had gotten my last sock off, Jon walked in.

He stalked right to his desk and sat down.

I was scared to death, but trying as hard as I could not to show it.

"Shane-" He started, then changed his mind. He tried again. "I want you to-"

I was staring at him, wondering when the whole thing would be over with. It was cold, and well, I was wearing underpants two sizes too small... Get the picture?

He sighed loudly, and ran his fingers through his hair. "This is only your second week here." He told me. "I never imagined in my entire life you would be as , well, rude and ignorant as you are! I doubt if you give any one else's safety a passing thought!"

I shrugged.

He continued. "Mat may be conceited, but he's my friend! You could have seriously hurt him! I know you know this though, and not because I just told you five minutes ago! You should be smarter than this!"

"I should be..." I said rudely.

"Okay!" I guess his patience was pretty much gone. He was yelling now. "I don't know how your Dad can deal with you. If you're 13 and act like this, I can only imagine how you'll be when you're 17 if no one does anything about it. Since you're Dad won't, I guess I'm going to have to." To my horror, he started unbuckling his belt. He pulled it off, and doubled it over in his hands.

Just then, my aunt Cecelia walked in. "Jon, how did the front window get broken?"

"_d_a_m_n_, CeCe, I don't know. Tell the boys I want to talk to them when I get done here."

"There's no need." I was almost whispering.

"What?" They asked in unison.

I hung my head. "I broke the window when I came inside from off the soccer field. I'm sorry CeCe, honest to God I am!" And I was, too!

Jon stood, and sat the belt down on the desk. He walked outside of the room with CeCe, and came back a few seconds later.

"At least your honest. And, because you're so honest I know you can tell me what I told you about your behavior."

"You'd make sure to it I- I wouldn't be able to sit for a month."

"Over my knees, SHane." He sounded rather tired, and I really didn't want to argue so I placed my long, gangly self over his knees.

"I hate having to do this to you. You're my nephew, and I love you! But sometimes people just got to." He stopped, not even bothering to finish his sentance. I could hear as he raised the belt over his head.

CRACK!

"OW!" I screamed. Already, I could feel a welt raising.

CRACK!

"You're getting 20 strokes for tripping Matt and 20 for mouthing off, and 20 more for breaking that window." He paused. "Those are Chris's briefs." It was mroe of a statement than a question.

"Yes, sir."

I felt his fingers in the waistband. I reached around to pull his hands away, but he smacked my hands away. He tugged the briefs down, and let them hang at my ankles.

My ass was now open for all to see! I prayed no one would walk in, but I didn't have much time to think about that.

Crack! Crack! Crack! He was going fast now, and I was bawling like I had never bawled before. I was screaming, and kicked, and pleading. My underwear was kicked off from around my ankles.

And the horrible thing was I still had 43 more swats to go!

Jon didn't stop for anything. Crack! Crack! Crack! He was counting out each one, and finally reached 50.

10 more to go, 10 more to go... I repeated to myself.

But these ten were the worse. He timed them out, with about 15 seconds between each stroke. He layed them down hard, to. Harder then the rest.

When he reached 60, I collapsed limply, sobbing and shaking.

I stood me up, and directed me towards the corner. I could hear him setting the timer, and setting back down at his desk.

"J-Jo-Jon?" I asked.

I heard him sigh. "Yes?"

"C-c-can I get my cl-c-clothes on? Please?"

"No."

"What is so-someone alks in?

"Then someone walks in, don't they. Hush, you're supposed to be silent."

I quieted myself, and I gradually stopped crying. With my forearm, I wiped the tears from my face, and with my other arm I rubbed my butt. Oh... the pain.

DING.

I sighed a sigh of relief, and walked around the room gathering my clothes. I started to slip on my boxers, but was stopped.

Jon handed me the briefs.

I actaully moaned with pain as I squeezed into them. I pulled on my jeans and shirt, and turned to leave.

I was stopped once again.

This time, though, Jon put his arms around me. "It wasn't that bad, was it Tiger?"

"I guess not."

He laughed softly. "Believe it or not, Shane, you'll learn. It might take some time, and effort from both of us, but you'll learn. And it's not that I enjoy spanking you. I don't! To me, it's just the most effective way to punish a boy. So far, it's kind of working on you."

I nodded.

"I'm talking to your dad tonight. I'm going to tell hm about the problems we've been having."

"What? Why?"

"He has a right to know." Jon patted my butt. "Get out of here." He grinned slightly. "I'm sick of looking at you!"

I sighed, and ran off to the safety of my room. I wondered what Dad was going to say.....