Growing up the only boy in my family and having two older sisters I was the only child in our family to receive spankings. I always thought this unfair but my dad who was the 'punishing parent' did not agree so that was that.
Apart from getting spanked. the other time I hated most was when we went out for Sunday lunch. I had two female cousins so I was the only boy in the group and when we wnet out to play I was bossed about by the girls. One of my sisters would tell me what to do or ''I will tell daddy and you'll get a spanking''.
I remember first becoming unhappy about my situation when I was about six years old. When I was older -about 12 I would get in a real strop about going out for lunch and one time, when I was being cheeky to my mom, I got a hard pants down spanking with the paddle before going out for lunch, of course I was good for the rest of the day, fearing that dad would give me a bed time spanking to keep my butt red. As we entered my uncles house for lunch I was mortified when my dad related the episode to my uncle.
Dad always insisted that we get dreesd smartly when we went for lunch at my uncles so I had my tight fitting slacks on rather than the jeans I loved. I was slightly taller than average for my age and slim but the trousers still seemed way too tight to me. That lunch time was the first time I noticed my uncles eyes watching me....he seemed interested in my butt. Whenever I left the table he wouls stare at my butt and, for the first time in my life I became self-consious about it. I supposed it was the sorty of my strapping earlier in the day which had intereseted him. Then I began to wonder if he and my dad had discussed me and my punishments before.
That summer we vacationed at a resort with my cousins. Dad told me no baggy shorts so my unclce spent the whole two weeks studying me in my small close fitting briefs. They were the sort that rode up your butt when you ran or swam and you had to keep pulling them down in back to cover your butt.
I tried in vain to avoid my uncle and his camera lens but it was as hopeless as avoiding a spanking on four occassions (I always got more spankings on vacations as my dad was always around to keep me in order), all of which resulted in renewed interest by my uncle and another role of film being used up. By the end of the summer my uncle had more shots of me in my small blue swim shorts than he had of the rest of the family put toghther. I would glance at my uncle who delighetd in smiling back at me on those occsaions when my dad would haul me off to my room for some discipline.