Readers: Here is the long awaited next installment of this ongoing story of my year with my cousin. JASON

"Okay, Billy, legs wide apart now." Uncle Dan said. Billy moved first one leg then the others outward. "Wider, son," Uncle Dan said. Billy widened the distance between his knees even further. As his buttocks separated, the deep cleavage nearly disappeared and the tight-looking, wrinkled knot of his asshole became clearly visible. I could also now see his balls and _c_o_c_k_ hanging down and swinging back and forth slightly. Billy had apparently lost his erection too. "Keep your position, Billy," Uncle Dan warned.

I stared at Billy's balls and asshole and suddenly felt my erection returning, full-force. The next smack came after a few moments. It landed hard across the lower part of each of Billy's cheeks just where they meet the upper legs.

"Ohhhh..." Billy said softly, more of a whimper, like a little kid. Uncle Dan didn't wait long for the next one which hit Billy across the back of his legs. Billy said nothing but I saw him grab his bedspread tightly in his hands and he began wiggling his butt and lifting his legs. The skin turned bright red immediately. Then Uncle Dan landed three hard smacks across both cheeks, higher up, in rapid succession. After a pause, Uncle Dan landed another three squarely across both cheeks.

"Aawwwlllll!!" Billy yelled loudly after each smack. I could tell he was in real pain. Hearing Billy yell like that was horrible. Uncle Dan stood back as he lowered the paddle to his side. He turned to me.

"Is that a dozen, Karl?" He said, looking briefly at my growing hard-on. I had no idea; I hadn't been counting.

"I don't know, sir."

"Well, I think two more." Uncle Dan again positioned himself and delivered a hard smack.

"Awwwllll! Daddy!" Billy yelled. I had never heard Billy call Uncle Dan 'daddy' before. It was always, 'Yes, Dad' or 'Yes, sir' but not 'Daddy'! I really felt embarrassed for Billy. Then the last hard smack, again low on Billy's red butt. Billy just began whimpering again.

"There. That's pretty close." Uncle Dan said. "Reach back and fully expose yourself, son," he said. "Pay attention, Karl, you'll have to do the same thing in a few minutes." Billy leaned forward even more, resting his weight on his head and shoulders. Reaching back with his hands he grabbed his buttocks and pulled them apart as far as he could. I watched as the tight knot of muscle of his asshole separated slightly forming a deep depression and exposing the skin up inside his anus which appeared wet and slippery. "Hold it like that," Uncle Dan said as placed the paddle on the bed and then positioned himself to deliver a smack downward across Billy asshole. He placed one hand on Billy's lower back and with the other smacked hard. Then another, and after a couple of seconds one more, this last very hard.

"Okay, Billy," Uncle Dan said, "a good punishment should be a mixture of pain and embarrassment so just hold your position." I couldn't help but look at Billy's fingers as the dug into his plump buttocks pulling them widely apart. The sight of his balls hanging below his asshole -- which was still pulled open slightly -- caused my erection to quickly become full once again. For what must have been a full minute there wasn't a sound in the room. I couldn't remove my gaze from the minute details of Billy's anus and his balls. I was fascinated at the sight and at the embarrassment Billy must have been feeling at having to expose himself like this. Then I heard Billy crying. Hell, I thought, the paddling is over, Billy, why cry now? I looked at Billy and saw snot running from his nose. When he saw me looking at him he closed his eyes tightly.

"Okay, Billy," Uncle Dan finally said, "you're finished. You can let go but stay bent over until I tell you to stand." I watched closely as Billy released his grip on his cheeks and his asshole quickly closed into a tight wrinkled knot again. Even the slightest movement caused his balls to swing back and forth between his legs. His entire butt was a bright red. "Stand up, son." Uncle Dan said after several seconds.

Billy quickly stood with his back to us. "Turn around." Uncle Dan said. As Billy turned I got another view of his _c_o_c_k_ which had now shrunk to a little knob about two inches long sticking out of his bed of pubic hair. His face was as red as his butt. "Now you just stand there," Uncle Dan said, it's your turn to watch." Billy had tears running down his cheeks and snot hanging all the way to his chin.

It is difficult for me to convey the thoughts I had at that moment. I had wanted to see Billy's bare butt paddled for some three years -- since I had first learned that his dad required hin to pull both his jeans and underpants down. I had dreamed of watching it, fantasized over it. But my lust had now turned to shame as I saw Billy standing there whimpering like a little kid, embarrassed at having to display himself and humiliated at not being able to take the pain without crying. My heart went out to him and I thought that if the price for seeing Billy's bare butt paddled was having to see him as he was at this moment, it was not worth it. I was ashamed to look Billy in the eye.

I couldn't help wondering what I would look like in ten minutes time. Would I, too, be standing there, naked, tears running down my cheeks, snot dripping from my nose? I was really frightened as I now stood ready for my turn with the paddle. My erection had deflated completely. I was not looking forward to the next few minutes. My mind now centered on two things: the sting of a paddle capable of reducing Billy to little boy whimpers and the prospect of exposing my butt, anus, penis and balls to Billy and his dad in a humiliating manner. Uncle Dan turned to me, looking straight at me.

"Since you are both here for the same offense, you'll get exactly what your cousin got, Karl. Now turn around and face your bed." I turned knowing full well that both Uncle Dan and Billy were both looking at my naked butt. Having never really seen what my butt looked like, I could only imagine that mine was pretty much like Billy's in appearance since we were of the same age, weight, height and build.

"Up on the bed, Karl, same position Billy took." Uncle Dan said. "Stand here, Billy, you need to see this." I heard Billy take a step closer to me. I slowly lowerd myself on my elbows and felt my butt raise up high in the air. It seemed like I stayed in this position for a long time and I could only imagine that Billy was enjoying my discomfort -- just as I had enjoyed his. I suddenly felt the paddle gently rubbing across my bare ass. I closed mt eyes tightly, waiting.

"Any doubt as to why you're about to get paddled, Karl?" Uncled Dan said as he continued to rub the paddle around my butt.

"No, sir," I said and then remembering what Billy had said, I added: "I'm sorry sir."

The first smack stung like mad. It had been some time since I had felt the sting of a paddle and I had almost forgotten how intense the sting could be. I concentrated as much as I could on not saying anything. But then the second smack landed. It was much worse than the first and I couldn't help yelling.

"Awwllllllll....Oh, that hurts, that hurts , that hurts...," I said as the sting got worse.

"They're intended to hurt, Karl," Uncle Dan said.

There were a couple more smacks but I lost count and was concentrating on not crying although my eyes were now full of tears. I was moving my butt around, wiggling in an attempt to alleviate the pain I was feeling.

"Keep still, Karl," Uncle Dan said and immediately landed the next smack low on my butt. It stung like hell and I started to raise up off my elboes but cauught myself in time.

"Keep you butt up high, Karl," Uncle Dan said. There were a couple more smacks and I suddenly realized that I, too, was grabbing the bedspread tightly in both hands.

"Spread your legs apart, Karl." Uncle Dan suddenly said and he tapped the inside of my leg lightly with the paddle. Could we be to this point yet, I thought. _d_a_m_n_! I must have hesitated.

"Karl, I'm not going to tell you again. Now place your legs wide apart. Now!" I slowly moved one knee outward, then the other. I felt the cool room air on my exposed asshole. "Wider, Karl," Uncle Dan said. I moved my knees as far apart as I could. "Raise your behind, Karl," he said. "And keep it up. I don't want to tell you again." I raised my ass and felt my balls swinging in the air between my legs. I began to cry. I hadn't gotten a smack for several seconds but now I started to cry. It was having to show myself like I was that did it. I was crying from embarrassment.

The next six smacks came. The ones low on my butt and the back of my legs stung real bad. I also realized that spreading your butt open had two purposes: to humiliate you by exposing your anus to whoever happened to be looking and also to cause more pain since the inside of your buttocks were exposed to the paddle. Before I could hold it back, I blurted out, "Please, please Uncle Dan," just as the last smack landed.

I tried to think of anything but the sting. I wondered if Billy was enjoying the view and the sound of the paddle across my bare skin. I tried to imagine what my butt must look like. I wondered if Billy was experiencing a new erection like I had. I had no doubt that he was staring at my behind at the moment. I realized that snot was rolling down my lip and into my mouth.

"Okay, Karl," Uncle Dan said, "reach back and pull your buttocks wide apart." Again I must have hesitated. "Karl, do it and do it right now," Uncle Dan said. I lowered my head to the bed and rested my shoulders on the matress. Then I reached back and grabbed a handful of butt cheek in each hand and pulled outward. "There!", I thought, "how's that?" I could feel my asshole being stretched sideways and I knew that Billy was looking straight up my butt hole just as I had done with his a few minute before. I waited but Uncle Dan was in no hurry. Finally I heard the paddle hit the bed and knew that the slap across my hole was just seconds away. And it came. To my surprise it didn't hurt that much -- not compared to the slap of the paddle. There were two more.

"Hold that position, Karl." Uncle Dan said. Then a few moments later: "Okay, son, stand up."

I quickly released my grip on my butt and stood. I wanted to turn to see if Billy had an erection.

"Turn 'round," Uncle Dan finally said. The first thing I looked at was Billy's stiff _c_o_c_k_. In a way I was relived to see that he had one. Even though the sting of the paddle was still very much on my mind, the sight of Billy's hard-on caused my _c_o_c_k_ to swell almost immediately.

"Okay, both of you listen," Uncle Dan said. "First of all, Billy you stand over next to your cousin. You two have gawked at each other enough for one afternoon." Billy moved next to me. "Now listen, your reaction to the sight of each other being punished is a normal one. That's all I'm going to say on the subject." He reached down an picked up the paddle from my bed and started for the door. Then he stopped and turned.

"Both of you get some pants on." And he walked out of the room.

"_s_h_i_t_, Karl," Billy said softly after he was certain his dad was downstairs. "That was fun, wasn't it?" We both were putting our underpants and jeans on as quickly as possible.

"Yeah." I said. "Just _f_u_c_k_ing hilarious."

"Your face is covered with snot." Billy said.

"So's yours," I said and we both smiled at each other.

"I guess we both cried a little, huh?" He said.

"Yeah," I said.