Continued from an earlier story.
My cousin Johnny had been undergoing a punishment being given to him by his father. Except for going to school, Johnny had been restricted from wearing any clothes. His butt was marked by red stripes and finger marks put there by Uncle Phil. Johnny was still enduring the lesson being taught to him by my Uncle Phil, his father. Johnny had been caught naked in the woods by a lady and her daughter last Saturday. He had been swimming earlier that morning naked in the pond but had gotten out to use the bathroom in the woods. When he had returned to get his clothes, he was seen by the girl and her mother while they were picking berries. That is when the trouble started. My uncle had been called by the girl's mother. Now Johnny was undergoing his father's punishment. Uncle Phil caught up with Johnny shortly after the incident. Johnny was 17, me and my other cousin, Johnny's younger brother Jeff, were 15 at the time. We were suppose to be picking corn when my uncle caught up with Johnny. He stipped him and whipped him right there in the field. Then Uncle Phil took Johnny's clothes away from him and said that if he wanted to embarrass the family by being naked infront of the public, that Johnny certainly wouldn't mind being naked around the family.
Uncle Phil had Johnny working overtime for him and Aunt Jean for that week. He had restricted him to the farm. When Johnny went to school, Uncle Phil had instructed me and Jeff to make sure we saw Phil dress and undress at the property line. He threatened us with a whipping if we lied. We first thought it was kind of funny seeing Johnny in his perdicament, but after watching it drag on for almost a week, we felt really sorry for Johnny. Everytime Johnny heard his old man's voice get upset or angry, his dick started to stiffen and his hands began to shake. His precum was constantly dripping out. It made a mess everywhere. He tried to hide his embarrasement by staying busy. Sometimes he was able to hide his dick from view. But he wasn't always able to do that. He would wipe his precum off when he could but often tried to deny its presence so as not to call too much attention to his nakedness. If his father saw him trying to hide himself, Uncle Phil usually grabbed him by the arm and threw Johnny over his lap and whacked his ass about 40 whacks. So Johnny was in a very embarrassing situation. He couldn't even look his mother in the eyes anymore. Everytime I saw Johnny, his faced was stained by sweat and tears. I was never sure if he'd just gotten another beating or if he was just truely embarrassed and mulling over his predicament. All I knew was that Jeff and I were just as scared as Johnny was. It seemed like that week we were on our best behavior too. Johnny wasn't the only one learning a lesson that week. It was teaching us, like no whipping had before, not to piss the old man off. Most of that week Johnny didn't talk to anyone unless he was spoken to. Aunt Jean, his mother, was being real kind to him. She was extra sweet with directions on how to properly carry out the chores he was assigned. He felt he had been an embarrassment to her in a public way and this was the best way he could make it up to her. To follow every direction explicitly. Even when he messed something up, she was sure to pay him praise infront of his father. Other than when they ate together or when he had chores in the kitchen to carry out, she made sure he didn't run into her for she new his spirit was at its lowest.
Every evening after dinner, Johnny would go to our room and wait for his evening whipping. I knew what that was like. Standing around the bed with no clothes on waiting for Uncle Phil. Once he got there, he'd explain to you what you did wrong and then he'd finish by having you lay across the bed, while he whacked you across the ass with a belt about fifty or sixty times. Only that week he and Johnny skipped the little chat before the whipping. Uncle Phil was acting strictly business like. I only heard him give one joke during Johnny's punishment period. Johnny, Jeff, me and Uncle Phil were guilding the younger hogs. When Johnny was in the holding stall having a particularly rough time holding the squeeling and bucking pick still for the snipping. Johnny was bent over the back of the pig having to hold it down with his chest while holding its legs apart. This put Johnny's ass right over the pigs. You could see both of their nuts hanging between both there legs when Uncle Phil said, "Maybe if I let the knife slip and cut both of your nuts off we wouldn't get into further messes like the one you've put us into at present." and with that Uncle Phil laughed. Me and Jeff holding the stall still gave a nervous laugh and looked over at Johnny's nuts dangling between his legs. Johnny didn't say anything. He just looked back at me and cut me a very mean look. Almost a week had passed since that fateful Saturday.
It was Thursday night, I had found Johnny on his knees in the chicken house crying. He was blubbering uncontrollably when he saw me. "I can't take it. I can't take it anymore. I'm going to kill myself. Why doesn't he just kill me." I came over and put my arms around him and told him not to worry, it was almost over, he was going to make it. That's when he told me that his Dad had informed him about Uncle Danny, Uncle Phil's brother, bringing his family for dinner. I told him that it could be good news. Surely Uncle Phil would allow him to put his clothes on before they came. Johnny quickly answered "NO!, Dad said no clothes!! That this was just the medicine I needed." with that he started sobbing again. "Now Aunt Katherine will see me and she's going to think I'm the worst boy she's ever seen." As he spoke, I looked over his strong muscular frame. His body was in good shape, but was covered with dust and dirt. His feet were very dirty, the nails encircled with a darker ring of dirt. His thighs and legs were stained with dried precum that was darkened with dust and dirt. Even by the chickenhouse light I could see his entire body had a beautiful tan. His middle was no longer lighter than the rest of him. Before I could say anything, we heard Uncle Phil's truck pull up. We both quickly got up and began gathering eggs. We heard Uncle Phil yelling our names. I opened the door to blaring headlights from the truck and answered. "Time for dinner." he said. "Johnny in there?" he asked. I said "yes.", "Tell him to come out here and get in the truck, his Ma wants me to make sure he gets up to the house in plenty of time to clean that nasty body of his before compny gets here. Hurry up now!" I turned to Johnny, his dick started stiffening, he swallowed hard and laid his bucket down. I opened the door wider and he stepped out into the light beems.