I was now eighteen and my senior year of high school had just ended. I was maturing rapidly both physically and mentally, at least from my point of view. The summer was going to be the best. I had use of the family car which was available most of the times I wanted it and a part time job to pay for gas and keep some cash in my wallet. I also had a goodly amount of free time to have a good time.
On this one day in early July I was over at Uncles Jerrys house playing in the pool with his fifteen and ten year old sons. The water and the day were warm and we were having just the best of times. Before long Sandra, the eighteen year old girl next door who I had a little bit of a crush on came over in her swimsuit. After a short swim the two of us got out of the pool and lay on a lounge chairs. We chatted for a time.
As we lay there, it came to my mind that I was happy I was wearing one of my better looking swim suits. Actually they were a pair of Royal blue board shorts with fairly long legs. They had a tie front, two side Cargo pockets and no back or front pockets. I liked the way this suit fit me. When I bought it at the end of the previous summer it fit in a relaxed but still defining way. This year, because I had gotten a little bigger, it fit a little snugger, especially in the butt and legs. This made me feel pretty hot when girls were around.
The shorts were made without a mesh or a brief inner lining and therefore I usually wore them over boxers last year. This year because they fit a little more snugly, I skipped the boxers allowing them to fit just right and define my features even more, especially in the hind end where there were no pockets to interrupt the lines of my smooth round butt. I had to be careful that I didnt get too aroused at the wrong times. Without the boxers being worn underneath a boner wasnt hard to spot through the thin flexible nylon fabric.
The younger son left the pool and went into the house while Tom the fifteen year old went into the garage to work on his bike. Just about that time I flipped myself over to let the sun warm my back. Oh, and yes maybe show off some of my better features to the gal next to me.
Within a minute or so I heard Uncle Jerry tersely call out my name followed by a directive to come in the house. This was not the time I wanted to get up and leave the scene, but such a call definitely sounded like it needed my immediate attention. I walked toward the house noting that I was fairly dry and my suit though no longer dripping was still wet.
I entered the house through the kitchen and walked half a flight of stairs down to the family room where my Uncle was. As I walked into the room, I got a no nonsense request from him as to why I allowed his unlicensed fifteen year old son to drive my dads car. That question came out of nowhere, but certainly got my attention.
I couldnt believe the question was being asked even though the statement was true. I had let Tom drive around some of the back roads while I was in the passenger seat about a week before. At that juncture, I spotted the ten year old with a smirk on his face standing behind his dad. I knew then where the information had come from. Tom, the fifteen year old must have told his brother and now he had unloaded the information on his dad. I knew I was in deep cow pie as I just stood there speechless. The look on my face easily confirmed to my uncle that the story was true.
My uncle wasted no time in telling me that I was going to get my ass whipped for doing such a stupid thing. That jarred every muscle and bone in my body. I couldnt believe the jam I was in. I thought, or at least hoped that I was too old to have that happen to me and further more my uncle had never laid a hand on me. What did he plan on whipping me with I thought? I didnt have long to wait for that question to be answered.
My uncle picked up a paddle off of the bar and went on to chewing me out for my stupid actions. I wasnt hearing much he was saying as I was too busy looking at that wooden paddle which had a blade about ten inches long and four inches wide with a handle. It didnt look very thick, but I knew it wouldnt take much of a paddle to bite through my board shorts and awake the nerves in my ass in a big way. I looked at the paddle and surmised from its color and grain that it was made from hard maple. That discovery brought my anxiety up another notch. No way did I want to tangle with that thing. No way WAS I going to tangle with the thing, I thought to myself.
My uncle pointed the paddle towards a coffee table across the room and told me to get over it and pronto. That would be a nasty position to be in and it reminded me of having to straddle a wood pile for a paddling several years earlier. I could feel the blood rush to my head and I yelled out NO! I surprised myself with such a quick and blatant reply. I surmised then that I was at least as strong or maybe stronger than my uncle and definitely quicker. I might be able to resist him or better yet run from him. I knew though that once he had me over that coffee table in such a prone position I would have a difficult time getting up until he got done with me.
Uncle Jerry was now really pissed off. He got closer to me and again called out Get over that table NOW OR ELSE!
What was this or else stuff. A paddling was a paddling and when your butt stung enough you cried sometimes a little harder than other times. My ass started to tingle just thinking about what a job that board could do on my board short covered ass. I knew I had to avoid getting whacked by that thing. It would have me balling in no time.
I did what came to mind first and that was to turn and run across the room and start up the half flight of stairs toward the back door. Where I thought I was going to run to, I have no idea; So much for good teenage planning. My Uncle followed me in hot pursuit. Half way up the stairs I missed a step and my knees fell on to the next to the last step with my arms extending outwards to break my fall. Before I had a chance to pick my self up, Uncle Jerry landed on top of the back of my waist which was resting on the edge of the kitchen floor next to the first step.
I started to madly fight to get up and felt I was making a little headway. My uncle was pressing on my neck as well as sitting on my waist and holding them tightly to the floor. With my strong arms and shoulders in a push-up position I started to push my chest away from the floor. Suddenly I felt a quick movement of my uncle and next I heard the sound of the paddle cracking on my butt. A feeling of fire erupted instantly along the full length outside part of my left ass cheek. Before I could barely react a second shot landed right on the center of my left cheek. I involuntarily kicked my legs and lost my footing.
A third shot landed a little lower on the same cheek which extended the flames to the last couple of inches of my upper leg. Those three shots effectively paralyzed my thinking and organized reaction to get away. I was using all my power not to cry out and tears were starting to cloud my eyes. This eighteen year old was now at my Uncle Jerrys mercy.
UJ had the upper part of my body pinned to the kitchen floor with my legs hanging down the staircase. I am sure my posterior was a picture perfect target. In that position, the snug waist of my board shorts pulled the fabric up and over my endowed mounds. When the crotch would not allow he fabric to ride up any further, they would snug up and define every curve of my hind end. I know that because I had seen myself bent over in a mirror with those shorts on. They framed me well.
UJ proceeded to add three more shots to the other butt cheek so my whole hind end was ablaze and my vocal chords were vibrating profusely. I was smarting so badly that I didnt even worry about Sandra hearing my carrying on. At that point UJ let me know that what followed, was the result of not doing what I was told to do, namely putting myself over the coffee table. In my words, I was being taught what or else meant.
Uncle Jerry proceeded to work over every inch of both cheeks and several inches of the back of my upper legs with that vicious piece of maple. My Uncle didnt seem to be swinging the paddle that hard, but boy did its effects work through my shorts. I had never felt such sting and searing fire before. I had never been spanked bare butt, but the lack of protection my shorts gave me had to give me a pretty good feel of what it must be like. Hopefully I would never feel what it was really like. I lost count of how many shots were landed. I know it did not go on for too long, but it seemed like forever. Dads stick hadnt even come close to the devastation this paddle seemed to be causing.
In the end UJ climbed off of my back and held me with a light grip to keep me from falling down the stairs until I got control of myself. He then left the room and returned in about ten minutes. Through my tears and sniffles, we discussed the stupidity of my allowing Tom to Drive. We also discussed why I should have taken the paddling right from the start without a fight. It turns out that Uncle Jerry was trying to give me a break as well as discipline me for my thoughtless stupidity. He intended that he deal with the problem and not let my parents know about it.
No doubt the original paddling UJ had in mind for me would have not been any fun, but nothing like the killer work over I eventually got. He still had no plans of telling my parents about my stupidity even though I had done my best to screw his well meant plans up. Heavens knows if my parents found out about it, I would be facing a whole lot of other ugly scenarios. It even might be a while before I saw the car again.
Uncle Jerry suggested that I jump into the pool and clean my self up. This suggestion I followed with pleasure. The pool had such a cool soothing effect on my hot quivering ass. Now I wished my board shorts fit a little more relaxed. My tail did not feel any too great when the material of the shorts tightened around it. I got out of the pool and wiped myself off. Before I left, I actually said thanks to Uncle Jerry. That is something I never would have believed that I would do. But I really meant it. He had killed my ass but saved it at the same time.
When I got home my mother asked if I had been crying since my eyes were red and a little bloodshot. I quickly shot back that the pool had a little more chlorine in it than usual and bothered my eyes. I didnt like lying to her, but what else could I do. I went into the bathroom and felt my butt through my nylon shorts. My globes were still plenty warm. I took a quick cool shower and made a point of putting on colored boxer briefs. They didnt allow my red butt to show through or my red upper back legs to show below my leg openings.
Soon dinner time came and went; I did some chores and went to bed. In bed I put my hand on my boxer brief covered butt cheeks and noticed they were not as warm as before. The smarting had also subsided. I began to muse over the position I had tripped myself into for the paddling of my life. My Uncle could not have put me in a better position if he had planned it. While my uncle sat on my back, my strong arms had no leverage and my legs and feet were all at the wrong angle for leverage. Once my butt was set on fire I was totally disarmed from trying to get away. There was absolutely no doubt that my butt cheeks where at the most prone angle for a paddling that was ever possible. As for clothing, there wasnt anything in my wardrobe that would have come as close to being bare ass as my wet board shorts. After some caressing, I went to sleep.
The next morning I was surprised to see that almost all the redness of my cheeks had gone away and there appeared to be no bruising. That paddle had been the perfect weight and size to send the strongest message, yet leave virtually no marks. Thin and small enough to move and handle briskly while big and just thick enough to cover a large area yet penetrate a burn like I could not have believed.
From that day on, every time I pulled those board shorts on, I felt a little tingle both up front and in back. That little tug I felt on my lower cheeks and groin when bending over continued to be a good reminder to try to stay on a straight path