"There's going to be a witness to your punishment this evening, David."

"A witness?"

"You know what a witness is?"

"Someone who sees what happens?"

"That's right, David."

The thirteen year old boy looked apprehensive. His uncle Richard felt power coursing through him. Power over his nephew. Power over David.

"Who's the witness?"

"Your headmaster."

"Mr Burland!"

"Yes. You did the wrongdoing in his school after all."

The wrongdoing had been _s_e_x_ual. He and two other boys in his year had stripped off all the clothes of an 11 year old boy.

"And your punishment will be on the bare bottom for the first time."

"The bare! Uncle, please... in front of Mr Burland."

"You were happy enough to make that boy bare. How can you complain now?"

"Yes but..."

"Or would you rather I sent you back to your aunt?"

The killer punch. David would rather anything than go back to his aunt. He hung his head, in silent and mortified submission.

"And you'll wear your punishment clothes."

David nodded miserably, his future humiliation complete...

Burland arrived promptly at 7. He brought Philip Dealworth with him, the 11 year old victim, a pretty blonde-haired boy, still in his uniform of grey shorts and white shirt with school tie. They settled themselves in the family room and David's uncle called David in.

David had short light-brown hair and was a tad short for his age, with a smooth soft complexion. Nicely shaped and proportioned, quite muscular. His "punishment dress" was a pair of smartly ironed white sports shorts; white short socks; white canvas shoes; white T-vest, neatly tucked in.

David didn't know where to look, so he looked down. "We will go to the cellar," his uncle said.

David dreaded the cellar, cold and stark and white, the place he suffered his most severe punishments.

In the middle of the cellar, brightly lit by a bare light bulb, was an iron double bedstead, with mattress covered by white sheet. There were four white pillows.

David's uncle had him remove his shoes and bend across the bed, legs apart. "As you can see," he said, "David has a very nice shaped bottom for spanking." He laid his hand on David's shorts seat and squeezed his buttocks quite hard. Perhaps you would like to feel them Philip."

Philip joined him and squeezed David's bum cheeks, grinning mischievously. David began to feel a blush coming on.

"Stand on the bed, David," his uncle ordered.

David climbed up and stood there, facing his audience of tormentors.

"Take off your T-shirt."

He did so revealing his bare white chest. His face was bright red now.

"And your shorts."

David pulled down his shorts and kicked them off. He was just in white briefs and white socks, standing on the bed. He felt scared. Philip was smiling vindictively.

"Lie on the bed. On your back."

His uncle arranged pillows underneath him so his midriff was raised higher than the rest of him. Uncle and head stood on the other side of the bed from Philip. "Say to Philip 'Please would you strip me naked'. Say it now."

David was too scared to argue. "Please would you strip me naked, Philip."

Philip advanced on him and pulled off his white socks. Then he grasped the waistband of David's underpants and tugged. David lifted his hips and the underpants were pulled down his legs and off his ankles. David was naked. His penis was soft, hairless, circumcised.

"Take up the position," David's uncle ordered.

David turned the pillows so they were lengthways facing the head of the bed. He squatted astride them, his legs therefore spread wide and put his head down on the bed, in his arms, his arse well up in the air.

"Kick off your shoes and climb on the bed behind him, Philip, between his ankles," David's uncle ordered.

Philip did so, affording himself a fine view of David's spread butt cheeks and tight young anus.

David's uncle handed Philip up a strap, bent double. "Strap him, hard," he ordered.

As Philip started to beat David's arse cheeks, the head and David's uncle held David in place. Soon David was yelping and yelling and twitching his butt; Philip strapped on with gusto, until David was really red-arsed and begging for mercy.