While I was doing my corner time by the poolside, I could see Uncle Paul fixing plastic webbing to the paddle. Finally he tugged a long loop that trailed through the end so that the strapping pulled tight against the wood, and wrapped the loop roung the handle. I guessed it was an improvement to make my next spanking hurt even more. Finally, as if to test it he came round and gave my long-suffering bare butt a resounding spank.
"OK Davy go to my bedroom and bring me the leather belt you'll find in the top drawer of the dresser!" I ran like the wind, all the way there and all the way back. When I returned with the belt he said, "Well done, Davy - I see you've learnt your lesson."
"I've got a good teacher, sir!" I responded, ruefully rubbing my backside. I handed him the belt."How do you want me sir?" For me, being sent to fetch a strap could only mean one thing. He raised a querying eyebrow. "For my thrashing, sir" I explained. He laughed.
"You've got it wrong, Davy! Your butt's safe for another few hours." He told me to sit on the ground in front of him, which for obvious reasons I did very carefully. "You've got a problem, Davy - all this jerking off. You know how strongly your mother disapproves of it." I nodded.
Yes, sir. She was always strapping me for it. Self abuse, she calls it."
" She's relying on me to cure it," he announced. "But prevention's better than cure. Which doesn't mean I won't tan your ass for it, good and hard. By the time you go home, my paddle's going to be red hot, and so's your behind. But you have the same problem as I had at your age. It's catch 22 - tannings make you randy - and if you do something about it, you earn another tanning! You were horny as hell after I strapped you last week. And look at you now - you've still got an erection like a gatepost half an hour after I finished paddling your ass! My dad taught me how to use this paddle to stop me getting my hands on my dick. Another thing - You're going to wait on my guests at the pool party tonight, and I'll be too busy with the barbecue to look after you. I don't trust some of them if they see a fetching youth like you with a stiff dick!"
He held the paddle vertical, handle up, and pulled the plastic strapping through the two central holes to produce a noose, which he lowered onto my erect member. Then he yanked the hanging loop hard so that my dick was gripped tight and sandwiched beteen the paddle and my body. He passed the loop between my legs and up through my cleavage, threading the belt through it, and through the loop of strapping on the paddle handle before buckling it tight around my waist. He produced a small padlock, and by fastening it through one of the belt-holes, made my dick and asshole inaccessible, both to me and anyone else who might take an interest in them. Thus my well-spanked backside was on general view, while my chastity was protected.
The guests were arriving now, my uncle's college friends, and he introduced me as the waiter, said I would obey their every command, and knew what I'd get if I did my job badly, but they weren't to spank me themselves, that was his job. And he made me tuck the punishment book into my belt, so I could note down any complaints they had about me for later correction. It was highly embarrassing having to perform my duties wearing nothing but a spank-paddle, especially when the state of my bare bottom made it abundantly clear that I'd just been very soundly spanked with it.
It was the most hectic evening I'd ever spent, fetching food and drink for all those energetic young guys, who enjoyed themselves skinny dipping in the pool between gorging themselves with beer and hamburgers. I spilt plenty of drinks, and dropped a few burgers. Most forgave me, but one guy called Mike insisted on my entering my mistakes in the punishment book.
By the time the guests started departing I was bushwacked, but I had all the washing up and tidying to do, before I was allowed to go to my room - but not to go to bed. Uncle Paul unlocked what he called my "dick harness" and told me to take a shower then bend over the bed-end and wait for him to come up and spank me. Mike had stayed behind, and I could hear the two of them downstairs discussing me, and Mike saying how lucky Uncle Paul was to have such a nice ass to spank, and how I was due for a spanking for dropping his burger, and please could he give it to me, and Uncle Paul agreed.
I finished up getting 18 from Uncle Paul and 6 from Mike. This time I managed to take it better, partly because I knew what I was in for, partly because I was determined not to give Mike the pleasure of hearing me howl, though I remembered to politely thank the pair of them for my punishment. I had to get locked back in the dick-harness before I was allowed to crawl, very sore and very tired, into bed, though I wouldn't have had the energy to do much in the way of humping!
To be continued.