(((This story, told in third person, was originally posted on February 4, 1998 under the title "Apple Butt 1: The First Swat" in my "Skyler" archive))).
It had been a few days since Tommy had seen his cousin, Chip, spanked in the nude by his Uncle Rod. It was a wake-up call that life with his relatives was not going to be what he was use to living with his Mom, and Dad (before he had died).
For days Tommy thought about the sight of Chip, made to pull down his pants and bend over for a severe bare handed spanking. Chip was already hitting puberty, and obviously hated having his little cousin witness to the humiliating process of getting a good spanking from his father.
Tommy was impressed at how long Chip was able to hold out before he really started the water works; Tommy doubted that he could do as well. He imagined that he would be bawling after the first ten. His uncle was a big, strong man!
Then there was the business with the paddle. Uncle Rod used a hard ping-pong paddle for the times Chip lied(and now, Tommy assumed, him too). During Chip's spanking, Tommy had been asked to get the paddle for the additional swats, which he did with glee. The hand spanking was already a treat to watch, but the extra bit with the paddle made Tommy's nine year old _c_o_c_k_ swell to almost a whole inch!
Even though he had loved every moment of of witnessing his cousin's punishment, Tommy knew it was done as a stern warning from Uncle Rod that there was to be NO monkey business and that eventually, it would be HIS naked fanny that would be getting heated up.
Tommy was becoming so obsessed on Chip's spanking, and his eventual one, that he was getting himself sick with anticipation. He didn't say anything to Chip, only occasionally asking how much it had hurt. He didn't want his cousin to know he was secretly longing for some old fashion discipline - just to get it over with.
Then it happened again - Chip was in trouble, and Uncle Rod was pissed. Chip had borrowed one of his father's tools from the garage, and then forgot to put it back properlly. When Chip was busted he immediatly fessed up, knowing that lying would be much worse: just thinking about that _d_a_m_n_ paddle made Chip squirm in his seat.
"Well, you know what to do then, son," Rod said moving over to the lay-z-boy, waiting for his boy to present his bare butt.
"Wait!" Tommy yelled out. "Chip didn't do it, I did!" Tommy couldn't believe he was saying this. He was actually volunteering for a spanking. Had he lost his friggin mind?!
"What?!" Chip said in disbelief, as he stopped fiddling with his pants.
"YOU borrowed my drill?" Rod asked, confused.
"Yes, I'm sorry," Tommy gulped, now realizing he had crossed a bridge of no return - next stop, red heiney town!
"No he didn't!" Chip said, looking at his little cousin for some sign of intellengent life; why would Tommy say such a thing?
"Yes I did," Tommy said. "Chip just wants to protect me, 'cuz he thinks I'm too little for a spankin'." Tommy knew that he was in this deep, he might as well go for broke. He was just hoping he hadn't made things worse for Chip.
"No way!" Chip said. "Dad, he's trying to protect me, or something like that, because he had nothing to do with it!"
Uncle Rod was completly befuddled by this situation. Never had he expected to be dealt with this kind of decision. Obviosuly one of the two boys was lying to cover up the other boys transgretion. If that's the case, then both boys need to be spanked, one with the paddle, and the other with the hand. But since he didn't know which one needed which, and since neither boy seemed like wanting to tell the truth, he decided the best thing he could was give both boys two spankings...each! "WHAT!" Chip was in shock, when Rod explained it to him.
"But I'll forget about the paddle this one time," Rod said, grabbing his boy by the waste, and bringing him closer. "SinceI don't know for sure whose lying."
And, with that, Chip's pants fell to the floor. He was still wearing his underpants when he was draped over Rod's legs. Tommy was having a whole lot of comflicting emotions going on as he watched Chip being prepared for a spanking: would Chip be mad that he got two spankings instead of the one? how much were they going to hurt? why the hell had he admitted to such a thing? would it be worse for him if he admitted the truth now, or was it too late? how exciting was it to be watching Chip getting a spanking again? how exciting was it to finally know what a spanking felt like...?
As soon as Chip was over his father's legs he felt his father smoothe over the white underpants. Now that Chip was almost a teenager, Rod's hand could no longer fit over both cheeks. Then, withoutwasting any more time, Rod pulled down Chip's underpants all the way to his ankles, giving Tommy the thrilling view of Chip's bare backside again!
SPANK! Rod's hand came down with a resounding first swat, as he left it there for a moment to sink in. SPANK! The second one came down in the exact same spot, Tommy noticed. SPANK! A third. int he series of slow, methodical slaps came down across the opposite naked cheek. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! Four fast ones were delivered at the top center of Chip's crack. Chip was biting his lip at those last ones. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! The next ones came even quicker, this time he was alternating between the left and right cheek. Tommy was enjoyng watching Chip's pinkish/reddish butt bounce with each new spank.
By now Chip was wimpering a little bit, and this was a sign to Rod to really open up and not hold anything back. He winked at a startled Tommy - what did THAT mean?!
Rod began a barrage of hard, fast, nasty spanks all over his child's butt, not missing an inch. He especailly like the part at the bottom of the fleshy cheeks. Those were really getting a desired effect from Chipper. Chip was carrying on like a small child, crying like he was crying for the first time. After about twenty more smacks were delivered, Chip was stood up and told to stand in the corner and wait his turn for a second round of spanks. Now it was Tommy's turn.
Tommy was really having second thoughts about what he had done, but he knew if he told the truth, he would get the paddle for sure! He looked over to Chip standing in the corner weeping, and he started to cry too. Before he could approach Rod, he felt his uncle's hand grab him by the front of his pants and yank him closer to the lay-z-boy.
"I...I'm sorry...unc...Uncle Ra-ra-Rod..." Tommy blubbered, as Rod began fiddling with his nephew's pants and belt.
"Stowe it, boy," Rod snapped. He hated it when they cried before he even touched them. Within moments Rod had his nephew's pants and underwear pulled down to his legs, and he felt himself being hoisted across Rod's big lap. He was still crying up a storm, promising not to do anything like that ever again, and that he would be good from then on...
He was feeling so pathetic, being exposed like that, the cool breeze caressing his skin. He knew there were goosebumps a mile high all over his butt, as it waited for the first swat. He just knew this was the worst thing that had ever happened to him in the history of his young life!
Then he felt Uncle Rod's heavy hand cup his entire bottom, as Rod readied himself. Tommy stopped his crying for a moment and he looked over his shoulder at his butt, then at Rod's smiling face, then back to his butt just as Uncle Rod delivered (as promised) that first swat!
SPANK! "OOOOOHHHH" Tommy cried out, jerking his whole body back up. Rod took hold of the boy with his left arm, and pinned Tommy firmly down, then continued with his duty.
SPANK! "Please..." SPANK! "Uncle Rod..." SPANK! "NOOOOOO!" SPANK! "OHHHH-HOOOO!" SPANK!! "I'll be..." SPANK!! "gooood!" Tommy began to wiggle like a snake with diareah. Didn't do any good. Uncle Rod had a firm grip of the screaming boy.
SPANK! "I'll be..." SPANK! "NOOOOO!" SPANK! "No more..." SPANK! "Pl-pl-please!" SPANK! "I'm..." SPANK!! "sorry!" SPANK!!!"OOOOH!!" SPANK! "AAAAH!" SPANK!! "No..."
He began heaving with each spank. he couldn't believe his uncle would do this to him. SPANK! "mooooore!" SPANK!!"I'll be..." SPANK! "OOOOOH!" SPANK!!!"gooooooood!" SPANK! "Please...!" SPANK!! "Stop!"
Tommy couldn't say anymore as the last - SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! - were given. If he had thought he was going to get off with a less severe spanking than Chip, just because he was younger or just because it was his first.
Tommy was then made to go stand in the corner next to Chip, where they had to stay there for a half hour, with their pants down, and NOT touch or rub their red flaming asses. Tommy couldn't believe how much he was hurting, and he was feeling more than a little upset with himself for basically volunteering for the torture, AND for getting Chip into extra trouble.
When their half hour was over with, both boys came over to Rod, who now as sitting on the couch. Each boy had to drape himself over a different knee with his butt high in the air; Rod wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible, and this was the best thing he could think of.
Tommy wanted to giggle a little, beacuse the bottoms of his and Chip's asses were touching, and it actually tickled him a little. Chipper was having a similar sensation, though it was resulting in a more...er...adult response.
Then, after a few words of reminder of why they were getting spanked, the two were simultaneosuly slapped across their sassy bottoms. It didn't too many swats (about six for Tommy, and ten for his older cousin) before they were wailing like little infants.
When it was over, Rod pulled them both onto his lap and rubbed some of the soureness out of their butts, until theu stopped sobbing. When that was done, the two kids went upstairs, where Tommy tried to corner his cousin to apologize. Chip told him to "shut up" and had him follow him into his bedroom.
Tommy didn't know what was going to go on, especially when Chip dropped his pants and underwear again and told Tommy to do the same. Then he produced a bottle of sun-tan lotion, and (without saying a word) massaged it onto Tommy's cute, little butt. Tommy liked that. Then, when that was done, Tommy spread the lotion on Chip's ass. Then they just laid on their stomachs on Chip's bed, naked from the waist down, as they stared for a long time into each other's eyes. Nothing was ever spoken of that afternoon again.