Steve and I had a surprise waiting for us when we woke up. First thing I noticed was that the sun was in my eyes, and wait a minute--weren't we supposed to be up at...?? Uh oh! I sat bolt upright with the sun pouring in, and saw Uncle Jack waiting on a chair next to the door, smiling. He put on a stern look.
"Better wake up your cousin," he said.
"Hey Steve, wake up," I grunted. "We overslept!"
"Wha--?" Steve croaked, looking around stupidly.
"You're both in trouble," said Uncle Jack. "Get your butts out of bed and get downstairs--we have some things to discuss!"
He took off and left us with our heads spinning, uncertain what was going on. We threw on our stuff and went down. The place was silent. No one was around, the fishing party having left without us, apparently.
Breakfast was on the table, pretty meager, and we started in as Uncle Jack laid out the situation for us. He had already eaten, obviously.
"Joe, Steve, you boys are being punished today. The punishment is for disobeying your Dads twice, and generally lazy and self-centered behavior. Got anything to say for yourselves?"
Me and my cousin looked at each other in surprise. What did we do that was so bad? Then I remembered coming back after dark when Dad had said not to. Oh yeah, and then skipping out on the fish cleaning stuff. _s_h_i_t_.
"Well boys, for the rest of the trip you are going to work around the cabin, and lose the god_d_a_m_n_ prissy-ass attitude! When you're part of a crew, you pitch in! You've been left behind today to do chores and think about your behavior. In addition, your Dads and I have decided that as part of the punishment, you're each going to be spanked."
Oh man, come on! I'd never even gotten a swat in PE, and I hadn't been spanked since like the third grade!
"Think about that, but before we get there you've got some hard work to do."
We tried to protest, but soon realized it was just getting us in deeper. I just looked down at the table, unable to finish the corn flakes, while Jack detailed the morning's schedule. _f_u_c_k_, this was gonna shoot the whole week in the crapper!
First we had to wash all the windows and scrub the outside of the cabin. That meant using a ladder and climbing all over the _d_a_m_n_ place. Then we had to wash all the trucks. There was this big wood pile we had to move and re-stack around the opposite side of the house. When we were done, we had to move it all back to where it was before! It was hot, and Steve and I both stripped off our shirts as we were working. Then all of a sudden we looked at each other and both turned bright red in the face. I guess we were both thinking about what was going to happen later.
Uncle Jack brought us out some cokes and said we were doing fine. He hung around with us for a while, and pitched in. He didn't act all mad all the time or anything. Our last job was pulling rocks out of the creek bed behind the cabin and hauling them up front to put along the drive. That was hard work. We were all sweaty and hot by the time we had made a pretty good border along the drive way, and Jack told us we could knock off.
He sat down on one of the rocks. "All right guys, I guess you know what's comin' next."
We looked at the ground.
"Uncle Jack," Steve said. "Do we really gotta go through with this?"
"I'm afraid so, boys. Shall we take care of this now, or later when you have an audience?"
We both agreed to get it out of the way now.
"Ok." said Uncle Jack. "I'd like you two to go in together and get the paddle, and bring it to the outhouse."
"The outhouse?" Steve said incredulously.
"Get it NOW, boys!"
We moved fast, not wanting to make our situation worse than it already was. I got the Fanny Paddle down and handed it to my cousin.
"_f_u_c_k_, Steve, feel this." The rounded instrument was smooth and heavy. Our feet started to feel pretty heavy too, as we made our way to the outhouse. On the other hand, there was a kind of excitement; in a weird way I was keyed up about going through this thing with my cousin. Would there be stuff like this when I went to college and joined a fraternity?
Uncle Jack was seated over the center hole on the wall opposite the door. He was in his workout shorts, but had taken his tee-shirt off.
"Get your pants down and have a seat." He indicated the two _s_h_i_t_-holes on the side wall. Each toilet rim had been painted bright red and labeled "Hot-Seat." Oh, geez. Not only that, but there was a big banner over the bench that said "The Dunce's Throne!"
"Oh, and you better put these on, you earned 'em!" Jack added. He gave us two tall pointed caps we hadn't seen in the shadow. "Your Daddies made these for you boys while you were still in the sack this morning!" Each one had enormous black letters down it that said DUNCE!"
We hesitated, unsure of what to do.
"Let's go, Your Majesties, don your crowns, down your pants, and squat!"
We got our jeans and underpants down with our butts over the holes, wearing the dunce caps. Boy, did I feel stupid!
"Well, what a fine pair of dunces," he said. "Welcome to the Contemplation Stool, gentlemen! We're going to have a little talk."
Uncle Jack cleared his throat, laying the paddle beside him on the bench.
"Joe, Steve, I want to tell you what it's like in the Marines. Young men about your age have to work hard even to be accepted as recruits. They don't have the luxury of lazing around and goofing off to avoid chores: they have to hustle! Once they're in, they have to bust their asses to get through Boot Camp."
This was weird. I was so embarrassed, even though there was no one there to see. The air was cool on my butt as it dipped in the hole.
"It's tough," Uncle Jack continued, "and I know a drill instructor on base who has a paddle! He hangs it right by the barracks door, where the recruits have to see it. Boys, this board is three feet long and a half inch inch thick, and has holes drilled in it. It is big and mean, and the drill sergeant grips it with both hands when he swats!
"When a paddle like that gets applied to a man's fanny, it's very effective--even on the seat of his pants. But in the Marine Corps, Joe and Steve, we paddle men in the nude. You think it hurts? You bet! First he has to step forward; then strip, and bend over for punishment in front of his platoon with his butt out, legs apart, palms flat on the bunk. Can you imagine what that's like? That soldier learns a lesson he will never forget. I know, because I am that drill instructor, boys."
Me and Steve looked at eachother, worried. _s_h_i_t_, how did we get ourselves into this mess? Still, I almost had to laugh at Steve, pants down in his dunce cap, with his pecker starting to poke up out of the hole!
"That's right," Uncle Jack affirmed, "and the men I discipline are rough and tough. They've been through a lot. Boys, not one big strong recruit has ever failed to be brought to tears by just three licks with the paddle. Sometimes it just takes two! And boys, even the smallest offense in my outfit carries a five swat penalty."
Man, I couldn't believe what was happening, but my dick was getting big and stiff thinking about the Marine Corps punishments! I tried to keep it hid by leaning forward with my tool and balls in the _s_h_i_t_-hole, but they were doin' more standing than hanging! I glanced over at Steve, his had his hands over his crotch, eyes fixed on the bench where the varnished, tear-shaped paddle was waiting.
"Boys," he said, "as you're being spanked, I want you to think about those men at boot camp. Think of the Platoon Paddle, and how I swat their butts! Remember how hard they are punished for infractions you two screw-offs get away with every day!
Uncle Jack took the Fanny Paddle.
"Ok, who would like to be first?"
"Uncle Jack," I said, "I know we messed up and that we acted immature and all, but we just weren't thinking, Sir!"
"Please don't paddle us, Uncle Jack," put in Steve. "I promise we'll do better!"
"I know you weren't being malicious, boys," Uncle Jack said, "and you'd be in a hell of a lot more trouble if you were. But your Dads and I have agreed that you are both going to experience this lesson together.
"Now. A paddling with less than five swats is a waste of everybody's time. Disobedience alone deserves at least five good pops. And then the fish-cleaning, that's two _f_u_c_k_-ups times five swats each, that's ten; times two boys--that's twenty.
"Okay boys: I'm going to spank your butts , and you're going to get twenty licks a-piece. We'll break it up into two rounds of ten swats each.
"Alright Joe, get your butt up here--you're first!"
I was mortified at having to stand up and approach him with my hard-on. It was _f_u_c_k_ing enormous! I was practically in tears already because of my embarrassment. He helped me down; and I had to sort of hook myself against the outside of his leg as I got over his knees, bottoms up. Uncle Jack locked his free leg over my neck.
"Spread your legs now, son."
WHACK!
"Oww!"
He whammed the first swat square across the middle, my bare butt open for my lesson.
WHACK!!
"Aoww!! Dammit!"
WHACK, WHACK, WHACK!!
"Oww! Aaggh!! Uncle Jack, that hurts!!"
"It's supposed to, Joe."
He raised his arm high to make the next ones count, and brought it down with a mighty POPP! so that the outhouse rang.
"AAGGH!" I yelled.
I was crying now, paddled to tears. They splashed on the outhouse floor between Uncle Jack's feet, my big dick sliding against his leg as I bounced up and down with the smacks; but that didn't worry Uncle Jack a bit, he was solely concerned with soundly swatting my behind!
SWAT!! SWAT!! SWAT!!
"AAAGGHHA-HA-HAAA!!!"
"One more to go, young man, and it's gonna hurt!!"
WHAAACK!!
"YEEOOOWW!! OWW!! OWWWW!!"
He released my neck and I jumped up, hopping from one leg to another, trying to rub the furious sting outta my butt.
"Joe, go put your fanny on the Hot Seat, you got another appointment with the paddle. Steve, your turn!"
My cousin stood up, white as a ghost. I thought my stiffie was big, wait till I got a load of his! Whoa, man! The poor guy. I felt sorry for him as he got in position. Uncle Jack ignored that completely and tapped his seat with the Fanny Paddle to make him spread. Punishment time!
WHACK, WHACK, WHACK!!
Steve's head snapped back as he yelled in painful surprise.
SMAACK!
"OOWW!"
"Yep," said Uncle Jack with a smile, "just the medicine you boys need!"
SWAT, SWAT, SWAT!!
Again and again he raised his arm, bringing it swiftly down to flatten Steve's butt with the paddle. It didn't fail in its effect; Steve was starting to buck with the swats.
"HELP--HELP UNCLE JACK, I'M GONNA COME!!" he bawled.
"That's fine," Jack sang, "it won't spare you from a spanking!"
WHAACK!! WHAACK!! WHAACKK!!!
"That's ten!"
Steve must have held on, or the last three licks helped him out by occupying his brain, because he managed to avoid his embarrassing prediction. He was busy performing the futile rub-dance I had enacted minutes before, when shouts and footsteps outside struck our hearts with terror: the fishing party was back! Just then the door of the outhouse burst open, and there was Uncle Ted.
"Hey, what's going on in here??--- Well, well!" he nodded, beginning to grin. "Looks like a couple of fish cleaning shirkers are getting a valuable lesson!"
Oh, _s_h_i_t_.
"Hey guys!" Uncle Ted called, "Come and get a load of this!"
In they came: Dad and Uncle Ted, followed by Terry, Clay and Randy, with looks of surprise.
"Well what have we here!" said Dad.
"Why, it looks as if someone's getting a good paddling!" laughed Terry.
Soon all the men were standing in the outhouse to enjoy our predicament.
"Better put your butt back on the Hot Seat, Steve!" warned Uncle Jack. My cousin had to squat down beside me on the embarrassing punishment stool, so lovingly prepared for us that morning. Then they all got a good look at us: pants down, with our dunce caps on and tears streaming down our faces.
"You men are just in time," said Uncle Jack. These boys still have ten hard swats with the paddle a-comin'!"
"Oho," said Clay, "That's a sight I'd like to see!"
"Don't spare the rod, I always say!" Randy said agreeably.
"Let's get to it," said Dad. "Nothing like a ride on the ol' Hot Seat Express!"
"Hold on now," said Uncle Jack, "How should we do this, fellas? Any suggestions?"
"Line them up and have them grab their ankles," said Terry. That's how we did it in our fraternity. A lesson in pledge humility as we paddle their behinds!"
"Good idea," Randy agreed.
"That okay with everyone?" asked Uncle Ted. It was.
"Okay boys, on your feet!"
We lined up side by side as Uncle Jack got the paddle; and prepared to bend over facing the "Hot Seats."
"Assume the position!" thundered Terry, and everybody laughed.
"Look at those two bare bottoms!" said Randy as we bent down and grabbed our ankles, beginning to sob.
"Make it sting, now!" said Dad.
"Board of Education!" Uncle Ted said sternly.
"Heat to the Seat!" put in Randy.
"Pine to the Behind!" added Clay.
"Don't worry," Uncle Jack said, taking his stance. "Count these, boys, while I give you something to cry about!"
Pop!! Popp!! Popp!!
We tried to keep count as the men all laughed and Uncle Jack smacked our butts. I looked over at Steve, gritting his teeth and grunting with every lick. _d_a_m_n_, that _f_u_c_k_ing paddle hurt! I gripped my ankles hard as I bawled out the count, anticipating the next angry swat.
Whack! Whack! Whack!!
Four more to go. Uncle Jack took his time now and spaced them out for everyone to enjoy.
"Six!" they chorussed.
"Seven!"
"Eight!"
"Nine!"
"Here comes a big one!" promised Uncle Jack.
WHAACKK!
"Ten!!" they yelled, and suddenly we were in a mass of grinning and laughing guys, all giving us hugs, ruffing our hair and slapping us on the back. We didn't even have a chance to pull our pants up, but it didn't matter much at that point.
"Congratulations," Uncle Jack said, shaking both of our hands, "You took your licks with honor. And I bet you learned a _d_a_m_n_ good lesson!"
"Yes Sir, Uncle Jack," Steve said, buttoning up his jeans.
"Welcome to the family, son," said Dad. Now you know what your uncles and I experienced, and your Granddad and your great Granddad before him. And now your Uncle Jack is part of the tradition too. Right Jack?"
Uncle Jack got a goofy look on his face, turning kind of red. "Yeah, I sure got my turn, all right!" he said.
"You boys had it coming," Dad added, "but you've made it good. Maybe we can forget about your being grounded for the rest of the trip--what do you say, Ted?"
"Well... Ok, I guess you boys are out of the doghouse!" said Uncle Ted. "You're both pretty sorry as it is, I reckon."
"Um, ...yeah," I said, rubbing the seat of my pants. Everybody laughed, and we all went in for lunch.
Well, that's the story of how I got to see my uncle get a pants-warming, and how my cousin and I got ourselves in for it later. From then on, the trip was terrific. We had a blast, learned how to clean fish, and swam in that incredible lake. Steve and I recovered from our punishment pretty fast (Dad had put some stuff in our room for us to rub on). As a matter of fact (I'm not supposed to tell this to anyone), but on the last night we got together a game of "Spanking Poker!"
Clay and Terry had gone down to a store that day to get something for a "special occasion" and had come back with 3 sets of ping pong paddles. Those plus the Fanny Paddle were laid out for the "fun." Pretty soon all the guys around the poker table were down to our birthday suits. Then as the hands were played, each player had to show to see whose was the lowest. Guess what dudes: loser goes through the Paddle Line! I got to spank my Uncle Ted's bare, hairy butt! Just imagine this big, woolly guy, wearing nothin' but a _s_h_i_t_-eating grin as he progresses down the line, bending down at each Paddling Station for his licks! It was totally, totally awesome. You should try it sometime.