"I've told him to get a bath, then change into the clothes." Dave said.
Dave and Steve were sitting in Dave's large, warm kitchen, drinking coffee.
"He knows he's in for a punishment?"
"He knows that, but he doesn't know someone else is here to watch."
"And he doesn't know his uncle's going to strip him?"
"No, he doesn't - though he does know I have permission to."
"And you think he'll let you?"
"I think he has no choice. He doesn't want to get sent back to my crazy brother. And he knows he's in the wrong."
The door opened. Paul walked in. His eyes opened wide at the sight of Steve.
Steve's eyes opened wide too. Paul had short, light brown hair, blue eyes, smooth complexion. A touch taller than average height for a thirteen year old, he was slender and well-made. He wore short grey school shorts, grey shirt, grey and blue school tie, long-grey socks, brown leather sandals.
"This is Steve," Dave said. "Shake hands with him."
Steve shook the nervously proferred hand. It was soft, hot, sweaty.
"I thought Steve would add a little spice to your downfall this afternoon, Paul," Dave said. "Bend over the table as I've taught you."
Paul stepped forward, spread his feet some way and bent over the table, hands spread, holding the sides of the table. Dave beckoned Steve to join him, standing behind the boy. He placed his hand on Paul's bottom. He stroked its contours gently. "So far, I have punished him with his trousers on, or once over his pajamas," Dave said. "But today will be different." He patted each buttock, almost hard enough for the pat to be called a smack. "Stand up Paul."
Paul stood, his face reddening.
"Take off your sandals."
"My...?"
"Your sandals, Paul, take them off please."
Looking troubled, Paul stooped, unfastened his sandals and removed them.
"Take them to your room and return here."
The boy picked them up and exited. Very soon he was back, padding into the room in his long grey socks.
"Sit on the table."
He sat on the end of the table. "Let's see if you've been bathing properly. We'll remove one sock each."
They each took a leg, lifted it, and peeled the socks down and off, dropping the socks on the floor. "Inspect his feet," Dave ordered.
They carefully inspected between his toes. He was clean. "Good boy," Dave said, ruffling his hair, "Take your socks up."
He returned barefoot, his hair still tousled.
"Take off your tie," his uncle commanded.
Paul lifted his collar, unknotted his tie and removed it, putting it in his uncle's outstretched hand. "Pull your shirt out of your shorts."
Paul did so. The shirt was long, stretching almost to the leg-ends of his shorts. His uncle reached out and unbuttoned it as Paul started to blush red. He unbuttoned the cuffs than he nodded to Steve, who pulled the shirt off the boy's shoulders.
Paul wore a white vest. He was sent to his room to deposit his shirt and tie.
Paul returned. "Lie on the table on your back," Dave said.
He did so.
"We're going to take off your shorts now," Dave announced.
Paul made as if to rise, "Please uncle..."
"No Paul," Dave said pressing him down. "You always knew I could do this. And you know what you did was wrong." He undid the boy's belt and top buttons, then slid down his short zip. Gripping his shorts at each side, he rapidly tugged them down and off.
Paul's white vest was neatly tucked into white briefs. Dave untucked it and rolled it up to the boy's chest. "Arms up," he said. Paul allowed his uncle to remove it. "Take your shorts and vest upstairs," he ordered.
Paul returned, in just his briefs.
"Sit on the end of table."
He did so, the men facing him.
"Lean back."
He lent back on his hands.
Dave took hold of the elasticated waistband of his briefs. Paul was blushing red again. "Lift your bottom."
Paul lifted his bottom. His uncle pulled off his briefs. He was naked, his dick soft and hairless. "Take them to your room."
He came off the table and took his briefs out.
He returned naked.
"Kneel on the table, head down, at this end, knees wide, head down."
Paul did so. Dave went to a drawer and took out a ruler and a broad leather belt...
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