When I was six I went to live with my uncle and aunt while my parents went on a bisiness trip. They were to have been away for some time, I was not sure how long it was to be, but in the event they never returned. I was adopted by my uncle and aunt and lived with them until I went to college. My parents had died in an accident.
My earliest memories of my uncle was that he was quite strict. My aunt, onm the other hand, was a loving mother to my cousin, Greg, who was three years old when I first went to live with them, and she adored me.
My cousin and I shared a room. At first I was not keen on that idea, having had my own room at 'home', but he and I could talk when we were in bed, until 'lights out', that is, when we had to whisper, or pay the consequences.
One of my earlest spanking memopries was one evening when Greg and I were in our beds. Aunt Mary was going out as soon as Uncle Dave got back from the office. We heard his car coming up the drive and then Aunt mary leave in the same car.
Uncle Dave came up the stairs and we thought he would say goodnight but when he did not come into our room I wondered what was happening. Some minutes later he came into the room and was holding a slipper in his hand. This was surprising to greg and me and we wondered what he was doing.
Without a further word he lifted Greg out of his bed and, siting on the edge of his bed, layed him over his lap. Gerg started to cry (he clearly knew what was going to happen). MMy uncle reaced at the sides of Gregs diaper. Two plasic sticky tapes held the diaper in place. He slowly peeled them off and then carefully removed the top at the back, revealing my cousins small butt. I stared in amazement as he put his large hand on Gregs butt and rubbed the surface gently. Then he satared to slap the little butt hard and fast. Greg was howling and Uncle dave did not stop. Greg was screaming the house down and wriggling like mad but Uncle held his hands and the diaper stared to come off with Gregs struggles. After what seemed like a long time Uncle Dave replaced the diaper and laid Greg in his bed, still crying.
Still saying nothing Uncle dave came to sit on my bed. he looked at me but said nothing. He patted his lap and stared at me as if to say ''what are you waiting for''. I was petrified and sat still.
''When I pat me knee it is time for you to come across it'' he said calmly.
I was very afraid but having no option I crawled out of my covers and lay over his lap as he wanted. he lifted me placing me further up onto his lap. He pulled my underpants down and started rubbing my butt, stroking it as if stroking a kitten. he played with my butt for a few minutes and then slapped it hard. I cried. I then felt another object on my butt. It was the slipper. It stroked back and forth until, after a short while, I felt nothing, then thwack, thwack, thwack, three hard strikes which turned my butt hot and hurt a lot.
After these three my uncle said''back into bed''. I put my hand on my butt and rubbed hard, trying to take the pain away. I looked at my Uncle between tears and saw that he was smiling at me. I climed back into bed still confused about why we had been punished.
I was crying and so was Greg.
My uncle left the room saying '' no talking boys'' and that was it.
This was not the last time I felt Uncle's hand but it was memorable. I learned quickly ot obey Uncle Dave and whenever he sat on my bed and patted his knee I would quickly lie over his lap. I also learned that when Uncle Dave decided to give me or Greg a spanking he would do so whether there was a reason or not.
Growing up I felt Uncles hand on my butt a lot and not only his hand....thats another story.