Please, daddy, Danny sobbed, itll never happen again. Please – dont whip me!
Ben watched in horror as his big cousin begged his uncle. The ten year old had never seen Danny like that before. The older boy was nearly thirteen – and the family likeness of the two boys was clear. Danny was a typical prepubescent boy about to enter his teenage years. his blond hair was neatly trimmed in the style of the boys prep school that both lads went to, his blue eyes already brimming with tears as he tried to avoid the undoubtedly well deserved hiding that he was about to receive. Ben, although short for his age, was a muscular, sturdy preteen, and his blue eyes were wide as he listened to the exchange between father and son.
Daniel, Ive warned you about this before, he waved the letter from the headmaster in front of the boy, I will not tolerate a bully!
But I didnt really mean it! It was meant as a fun initiation!
Well, thats not how I see it, and, evidently, not how your school has seen it! Imagine making a boy nearly three years younger that you strip off his clothes in class!
Ben couldnt help chuckling a little – it had looked funny when the new boy, in Bens class, had stood up in front of everyone and stripped. It earned him an angry look from his uncle,
Did you have anything to do with this?
No! Ben was horrified. It had actually been his idea, but it was Danny who had made the younger boy do it. So Ben did not feel at all responsible.
But more serious than even that, the man turned once more to his son, you took his lunch! Everyday for a week! Thats totally unacceptable. No better than stealing! You deserve to have your backside flayed!
Danny had nothing to say in his defence. It was becoming more and clear to the boy that he wasnt going to get away with this – a very sore bottom was going to be the price that he was going to pay. His father had thrashed him only seven times in his nearly thirteen years, and each time was an excruciating experience.
Then please dont give me a hiding in front of Ben. Please dad.
No, Daniel. I think that Ben will watch you getting your bare bottom thrashed. You need the humility, and Ben can see what happens to bullies. Go to your room. Ill be there shortly.
Ben followed Dan as the older boy slowly climbed the stairs and headed for his room. When they got there, Danny was already crying quietly.
Why are you already crying? Your dad hasnt even started your hiding yet!
You have no idea how bad my hidings are, Ben. My dad really whips my bum hard! Just consider yourself lucky that he doesnt know that you were part of it too.
Ive had hidings before. Theyre never so bad that I cry before theyve even started! And about six months ago my mum even got grand dad to give me six of the best with his belt. On my bare bottom! I only cried when I was actually getting it – and thats because it was worse than I had expected. But hidings arent that bad!
Bens own dad had died when he was very little. That was why he spent a lot of time with Dan – she thought her brother, Dannys dad, would be a good male influence on the boy. He was becoming rather difficult, and the hiding that she had arranged from the boys grandfather had been for a very poor school report. Danny didnt try to argue any further with his young cousin. Besides, he could hear his father coming up the stairs. Sitting on his bed, and starting to take off his shoes, he simply replied,
Well, youre about to see me get a hiding. Then youll understand.
The door opened, and the man entered. Ben had expected his uncle to be armed with a slipper, wooden spoon or even a belt, but his eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw the weapon that had been brought in to punish his cousin. It was a sjambok! Slightly shorter than a mans arm, dark grey in colour, thick at the grip, tapering wickedly to a point at the end, most of the whip was the thickness of a finger. The ten year old was speechless, but the sight of the man and the whip had brought fresh tears to the twelve year old.
Please, daddy, he sobbed, already unclipping his school trousers.
Hurry up and get those trousers and underpants off, boy! the man gestured impatiently, ignoring the boys plea, Your bottom should have been bare by the time I got here – stop putting this off. Youre getting a hiding, no matter what. Now hurry up!
Quickly, Danny slid off his trousers, folded them and placed them on his desk. Then, more slowly this time, he slipped his underpants down to his ankles and off, putting them on top of his trousers. Then he slowly turned to face his father. Ben had never seen his cousin with no pants on before, and was a little surprised to see that the other boy was still hairless, like him. He was even more surprised when Danny didnt even put his hands in front of him to protect his modesty – instead, he stood before his dad, head bowed, hands at his side.
This time, you will get twelve strokes, Daniel.
Yes, daddy, Daniel whispered.
The man walked to the boys bed, and tapped it meaningfully with the tip of the whip. Danny followed his father, and slowly climbed onto the bed where the man had tapped the sjambok. Kneeling, bottom facing his father, Dan lowered his head, raised his bottom, widened his knees slightly, and waited. Ben was still in shock. He had never imagined his big cousin in such a vulnerable position – half naked, on his knees bottom up for a whipping. Dannys bare bum looked so small, tender and exposed – its whiteness standing out against the boys suntanned legs. His father made him appear even more vulnerable by lifting his shirt half way up his back, further exposing the boys nakedness. Then he gently began stroking the whip over his sons bare bottom.
Remember the rules on counting, Daniel,
Yes, sir, Danny tried one last time to get some leniency, please not hard daddy. Im really sorry!
Youll get this whipping as hard as you deserve, young man. And, believe me, you deserve a pretty hard hiding!
Ben watched as Daniel gripped his duvet, his knuckles turning white, body trembling slightly as his dad tapped his bottom, getting his aim just right. Dannys bare bottom looked so small and vulnerable compared with his big father and the cruel looking sjambok! Then the man pulled the whip back, and working from the centre of his body, swung the whip skilfully across his naked young target, precisely half way down the boys tender cheeks. Danny yelped pitifully as the sjambok licked its distinctive line of fire across his bare bottom, his whole body jerking with the shock and agony of it. Ben jumped in fright. It looked every bit as sore a Danny had said it would be – and his big cousin had eleven more lashes to endure! What he didnt know was that the boys father was actually very carefully controlling the stroke. He would ensure that the preteens bare bottom was badly bruised by the end of his thrashing, but he wouldnt break the skin or scar the lad. Ben was further surprised by Dannys next reaction to his punishment. As soon as the older boy had recovered some of his composure, he announced, in a voice that was tight with tears and pain,
One, thank you sir. Im ready for another.
His father had been stroking the whip on his bottom, and as soon as Danny had announced that he was ready for the next, the man pulled the sjambok back again and thrashed it across the naked hindquarters of his son for the second time. The sharp report of the whip meeting the boys bare bottom was still far louder than the wail of pain from the twelve year old, and then the man returned to the gentle stroking of his sons backside with his weapon of chastisement. Ben was horrified to see the two red welts on his cousins white backside. One halfway down the boys bottom, and the other directly below it – so close to the first that there was barely any white flesh between the stripes. The younger boy was impressed. His uncle sure was accurate with that whip! His thoughts were interrupted by the older boy sobbing out his liturgy again,
Two, thank you sir. Im ready for another.
For the third time, Danny was lashed, and this time Ben actually heard his cousin scream into the duvet! His image of the older boys invulnerability and calmness were shattered as the twelve year old thanked his father, and announced that he was ready for the next excruciating stroke. Dannys daddy was reducing the preteen to a wailing, writhing wreck as, regardless of the boys cries, he never once moderated the power of the lashes across his sons naked, tender little rear end. The childs formerly smooth, white bottom was slowly becoming scarlet and bruised, welts being neatly laid down the upraised naked buttocks. Dan did not have a very big bottom – rather slender in fact, but certainly chubby enough to take the punishment, and allowed the whip to make a very satisfactory crack as it wrapped around the cheeks. Although Ben was seeing a far more human side to his big cousin, his respect for the older boy was growing with every wicked snap of the whip across the twelve year olds backside. Danny writhed, sobbed and even screamed, but never once got out of position, or tried to put his hand behind him to protect his poor bare bottom. Ben was impressed.
Seven, thank you sir, the boy sobbed after the seventh lash had licked its flame across his bottom, Im ready for another.
The boy was taking longer between the strokes to be ready for the next as his hiding entered into its second part. Danny still had his white knuckle grip on the duvet – Ben didnt know that his cousin had moved out of position once during a hiding, and earned himself three extra strokes. The twelve year old was determined not to give his daddy any excuse to increase his already terrible thrashing. The eighth stroke landed, making the boy wail again, and this time it took more than a minute for him to stop writhing and raise his welted bottom up and acknowledge that he was ready for the next stroke.
The ninth fell, and again the man had to wait, gently stroking the well whipped backside before him with the tip of the sjambok, for the boy to settle down and request his tenth stroke. Although he admitted it to no-one, he thoroughly enjoyed these sessions. He loved his son, but that didnt mean he couldnt enjoy whipping the lads bare bottom. He had hoped that Ben would have been involved. The man wondered if he would have been able to easily persuade the younger boys mother to allow him to administer the whip to her sons bare bottom. He was convinced that she would support him in giving the preteen a hiding, but how severe would she allow him to be? He had seen his nephew on several occasions in his school, Speedo swimming trunks, and realised that the eleven year old had a rounded, shapely backside. Even more appealing for thrashing than Daniels lovely little tail. He lashed his son for the tenth time, cutting the whip deep into the childs under bottom, enjoying the boys battle not to move out of position,
Keep you bottom up, Daniel! he said, even although the boy was still keeping his battered behind well up, not daring to move it out of the path of the whip, Up further!
The twelve year old, amazingly, did actually manage to raise his bottom up even further than it was already. His automatic obedience to his father was an even stronger instinct than the one to try and protect his flaming buttocks, and the man gently tickled the sensitive area right in the crease between bottom cheeks and the top of the boys legs with the sjambok while waiting for the lad to announce that he was ready for another stroke. Danny knew that his dads light touch with the whip on the most sensitive part of his bottom showed where the man was preparing to lay the next stroke. Danny only wanted to get his hiding over with, but also knew that it was his word that would precipitate the next excruciating stroke. He took a deep breath, then,
Ten, thank you sir. Im ready for another.
As expected, the whip lashed right into the bottoms crease, and Danny screamed in agony. To his horror, as he was trying to regain his composure once again, his daddy once again lightly stroked the whip in the same place where he had just lashed the boy. Danny was in no doubt – the final stroke of the hiding would be right on top of the eleventh stroke. He just couldnt bring himself to invite the next lash, and it took his fathers firm voice to remind him,
Come now Daniel, its nearly over. Lets finish. Im sure Ben doesnt want to spend all afternoon looking at your bottom and waiting for you to get your thrashing over with!
Yes, daddy, the boy sobbed, then, with a sob, eleven, thank you sir. Im ready for another sir.
The last lash, was, of course, the hardest, and, landing where it did, right in that bottom crease again, the most painful. Danny howled, but kept his position. His daddy never made him count the last, and simply ordered him to get up and turn around. Slowly, the weeping twelve year old got up off his bed, and without yet daring to rub his bottom, held out his hand to his father. The two shook hands, and the boy, as always, finished his script,
Thank you for my hiding, daddy. I deserved that and more – please be more severe with me in the future.
Dont worry, Daniel, I will. Now put your trousers back on and go play with Ben.
With that, the man left the room, and Danny at last could rub his bottom. He leapt around the room, desperately trying to rub the burn out of his wounded behind. Ben had to take back what he had said about his cousin crying before the hiding had even started. But he had something else to think about. Although he was a naturally naughty boy, he also had a strong sense of justice. He had had no idea that Danny would be thrashed so severely, and was beginning to consider himself just as responsible for the bullying incident. And he knew that it was hardly fair that just Danny should be punished. The younger boy had determined to pluck up the courage to have a word with his uncle.
Bens chance came sooner than he had expected. Three days after witnessing Dannys hiding, the boy went around to visit his cousin. But Dan was away on a school trip, and only his dad was at home. Ben decided to take the opportunity to come clean with his uncle. But, with the logic of a small boy, he felt that he ought to demonstrate complete remorse. And this meant, to Ben, complete submission. And that meant taking his clothes off. He waited until his uncle had gone into the kitchen to make tea, then quickly stripped to his dark blue skimpy underpants. The boy waited for the man to return. When he did he stood in the middle of the room, and explained his part of the bullying incident to the surprised man.
The man was delighted, if not surprised, to find his ten year old nephew nearly naked in the living room, and heard very little of the long, carefully prepared speech that the boy gave him. He was more interested in admiring the boy. Bens body was well muscled for a boy his age – his skin lightly touched by the sun, his legs and back strongly muscled from all his sports. His bottom beautifully rounded under the lads underpants.
I think that I need a hiding, just like Danny got his bottom thrashed. Ben ended off his speech like that, and then stood still, blond head bowed, bare legs shaking slightly.
After hearing nothing from his uncle for a few moments, the boy hooked his fingers into the waist band of his underpants, and slowly slipped then down his legs, carefully folding them and then placing them on top of the rest of his clothing. He stood at attention before his uncle. Not for one moment did he expect to be let off his punishment, and presenting himself naked before the man was the best way that he could think off to show his submission and willingness to take a sound thrashing.
The man couldnt believe what was happening. Here was his nephew – the boy who he had fantasised whipping on the bare bottom for ages – standing stark naked in front of him. Completely at his mercy. The beautiful little boy was actually willingly going to take a hiding. But he still didnt think that he ought to thrash the boy as severely as he had punished his own son. Bens mum might approve of him giving the lad a good hiding, but she may think that the whip was a little much for the pretty preteen. He decided to go easy on Ben,
Bend over and touch your toes,
Taken aback by the command, the boy quickly obeyed, bending over in the traditional naughty schoolboy style – head down, legs straight and well apart, bare bottom pushed up. The man slowly unbuckled his belt and slipped it off, all the while admiring the tightly bent figure of the naked ten year old. He didnt double the leather over, but wrapped the buckle in his hand. A man used to applying the whip, the length of the belt didnt worry him. He knew he could wield it very accurately indeed. Ben had heard the belt being unbuckled and taken off – hed heard that scary sound once before when his grandfather had belted him, and knew that the leather would soon be biting across his upraised bare bottom. But, although he was fearful of the coming sting, he was somewhat disappointed. He had expected to be whipped with the sjambok – like Danny had been.
Bens uncle was very accurate with his strap, but he still moderated the stroke as he whipped the leather across Bens little bottom. The leather snapped loudly as it wrapped around the boys rounded cheeks, eliciting the expected gasp from the preteen. But Ben was determined to take his belting, and, although sore, it wasnt as bad as hed expected. Again the wide leather belt cracked around his bare bottom cheeks, increasing the sting, and making the lad squeal with the fiery pain of it. The little boy kept his position, simply reaching back and gripping hold of his own ankles. He would keep his position, and take his hiding, no matter what. Four more times, the boy endured the belt burning across his naked backside, then,
Alright, Ben, stand up, his uncle ordered, that will do.
Ben was somewhat relieved that the belting had ended after only six strokes, but his sense of justice still left him with the guilt of seeing his cousin so severely thrashed while he got off so easily. His uncle was surprised when the ten year old, both hands rubbing his sore bottom, turned to him with eyes still dry. The man was putting his belt back on when Ben made his request,
That stung, but I think I deserve more than that, uncle David.
I beg your pardon? the man was genuinely surprised, and, of course delighted. He had enjoyed tanning his nephews rounded little bottom. Ben struggled for an explanation, and blurted out the first thing that came into his head. As yet, he didnt know how to tell his uncle about his need to experience the same punishment as his cousin,
Well, he began timidly, I did lie to you when you asked me if I had been involved in the bullying.
Thats true, the man nodded, and slowly started removing his belt again, youd better bend over again.
Quickly, relieved but at the same time nervous, Ben turned around and assumed his bending position, once again raising his still stinging bottom to his uncles belt. The boy waited while the man tapped the leather on his well presented little bottom, preparing to thrash the child some more. Lifting the leather back, he snapped it across his young naked target, enjoying the loud crack as, for the seventh time that afternoon, the wide leather belt wrapped around the tender, exposed bottom cheeks of the ten year old.
Ben wasnt as brave for his second six as he had been for the first half dozen strokes as the belt steadily warmed up his tightly bent naked bum. He managed to hang onto his ankles firmly, and kept his head town and backside up through his whole hiding, but this time his squeals and sobs could be heard much more clearly by the man as he thrashed the little bottom presented so submissively to him. Enjoying leathering his nephews behind a great deal, he slowed down the process, taking his time before administering each sound lash. But eventually it was over, and the boy was allowed to stand up. This time the bottom rubbing was more vigorous, and there was a wet line of tears down the preteens cheek. He hadnt been able to hold back – a lone tear trickled down his face. His belting at the hands of his uncle had been a lot more painful than the hiding that he had received from his grandfather.
I hope that has taught you a lesson, Ben, the man said softly, gently rubbing a hand through the boys thick blond hair.
Ben just nodded, still rubbing his bottom. But, even although his backside was stinging and throbbing from his thrashing, he still felt that his debt had not been paid. As his uncle held out the childs underpants to him in a gesture to allow the preteen to get dressed, Ben spoke up,
I know that the belting was sore, uncle David, but Danny got a much worse hiding than me.
Thats because hes older than you. And hes my son. I dont think your mum would have approved of me whipping you. He still held out the underpants, but the boy ignored them.
I know that hes older – but if he deserved to get the sjambok, then I should get it too. And I wouldnt tell my mum, because I dont want her to know that I was being a bully in the first place. He took his undies from his uncle, but didnt make any effort to put them on.
Well, youve had a belting my boy, the man was disappointed that he hadnt known the boys feelings earlier. But he had punished the lad, and couldnt do any more, get dressed, its all over.
Ben, still holding underpants in one hand, rubbing his bottom with the other, spoke quietly as his uncle turned away from him. It was now or never, if he was going to satisfy his conscience,
Please, uncle David. Give me a hiding with the sjambok. You can say that the whole belting was for my lying. Now I should be thrashed properly for being a bully. Like Danny was.
The man was thrilled by the ten year olds words, although he made his face and the tone of his voice appear reluctant,
Very well, Ben. Youve seen me whip Daniel, so you have an idea how painful it is. Give me those, he took the underpants from the boy, and go up to Dans bedroom to wait for me.
With mixed emotions, the naked little boy turned and headed upstairs. There was no going back now. He had asked for a very severe thrashing, and would now have to take the hiding that he was due.
The man watched his naked nephew as the child slowly headed up the stairs, his rounded little bottom, somewhat reddened by the strap, jiggling slightly with the boys steps as he disappeared around the landing. He tossed the underpants that he was still holding with the rest of Bens clothing, and went into the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea. He had already determined that he would make the preteen wait for his thrashing. His reasons were twofold – firstly, he wanted the sting of the belting to fade while the ten year old waited nervously (and waiting naked would increase the boys trepidation), and secondly, he wanted to gather in his own excitement. This was almost too good to be true. At last, he had the opportunity to really thrash that lovely little backside that he had always admired so much. He would wait until he was absolutely sure that he was in control of is emotions, and would not be too hard, or too easy, on the boy. While he waited for the kettle to boil, he took the sjambok out of the cupboard and placed it on the kitchen table. He loved looking at the whip, imagining what it would look like and sound like as it licked across his nephews small bare bottom.
Ben, alone and starkers in his big cousins bedroom, felt like he had been waiting for ages. He was starting to have serious second thoughts, but he had made the decision to ask for a hiding with the sjambok, and he was determined to go through with it. He knew himself well enough to know that he would always feel uncomfortable around Danny if he didnt allow his uncle to whip his bottom severely. And his hero worship of his big cousin would give him the strength to keep his bare bottom up for all the excruciating pain that his uncle would inflict across it. On one hand, he wished Danny was there to watch him take his fair punishment, while on the other hand, he was glad the bigger boy wasnt around – in case he couldnt be as brave as he planned. Eventually, he heard the heavy footfalls of his uncle as the man ascended the stairs and headed towards the bedroom. Despite knowing what to expect, Ben heart leapt when he saw the wicked looking whip held lightly in his hand. His mouth went dry, and he dropped his head, waiting for further orders.
The man sensed Bens nervousness, noting how the little boy was pressing his knees together to stop them shaking. Knowing that although Ben wouldnt lift his eyes, he was carefully watching every move, the boys uncle swished the whip lightly through the air a few times as he walked to the bed. Then, without warning, he lifted the sjambok right up and slammed it down onto the duvet – far harder than he would when he actually thrashed the preteen. The sharp whistle of the whip through the air, then the awful, loud crack as it connected with the bed had the desired effect. Ben jumped with fright, and couldnt control a little gasp. As planned, the child imagined that stroke falling across his own little bare bottom, greatly increasing his fear of his coming hiding. Now gently tapping the bed, the man turned to the trembling ten year old,
Bend over!
Ben had watched Dan being thrashed, and knew what was expected. Slowly, he approached the bed, climbing onto it nervously. He got onto all fours, then dropped his head, pushing his face into the duvet, and gripping the covers , his knuckles white with his determination to remain in position for his whipping. He closed his eyes, clenched his buttocks and prepared himself to endure the first stroke of his thrashing.
Widen your knees, Ben.
Obediently, the boy obeyed, no longer able to clench his bottom cheeks now, but his uncle continued giving him instructions,
Further! Ben spread his knees even more.
Lower your shoulders, and raise up your bottom, the last was accompanied by a light flick of the whip between the boys wide spread legs – the tip of the sjambok catching the back of the preteens scrotum. With a surprised squeak, Ben quickly obeyed, lifting his tender bottom up as high as he could, giving his uncle a perfect, although small, target for thrashing. Gently, he traced the tip of the whip along the middle of the two small mounds of boy bottom, planning where the first lash of the thrashing would land.
Because youre younger than Daniel, youll be getting ten, not twelve.
Yes sir, the little boys voice was no more than a soft, nervous whisper.
Ben had never felt so helpless. He knew there was nothing he could do now as he felt the whip being traced across his well raised and totally exposed bottom. He held his breath as the sjambok was lifted, knowing that the first stroke would fall at any moment. It took longer than he expected. Then there was a swishing sound behind him, followed by a loud snap, and then the pain. Pain like the ten year old had never expected. A deep, burning agony burnt in a line across the middle of both his cheeks as the whip wrapped around his upraised bottom. He was so shocked by the pain that his breath was taken away.
The boys uncle had only used a fraction of his strength to administer the lash – but he had used all of his skill to ensure that the whip snapped across Bens bottom perfectly, the end of the sjambok wrapping around his bottom to deliver a mighty sting to the preteens rear end. The boy had jerked his body as the whip had lashed around his young backside, but had made no sound. The man knew that it had hurt, and understood that the boy was breathless with the shock of the unexpected pain. He would be voicing his unhappiness soon enough, but for now had to be reminded of his words,
When youre ready, Ben.
There was a pause as the preteen gathered his breath and remembered what to say,
One, thank you sir, he gasped, Im ready for another.
He braced himself. Knowing how sore it was going to be, he battled. It was much worse than he had expected, this hiding. And he still had nine to go! How would he manage? He had hardly noticed that his uncle had been rubbing the tip of the sjambok on his bottom, but he did notice when it was lifted, and then, when the whip wrapped its fiery path across his poor hind quarters, he couldnt hold back his wail of pain. He gripped the duvet with all his might, struggling to over come the burning fire across his bottom, resisting the natural urge to leap up and get his exposed, naked bottom out of harms way.
Two, thank you sir, he sobbed, Im ready for another!
For the third time, the wicked whip snapped around the little boys raised, rounded little buttocks. Bens uncle was skilful enough to ensure that the tip of the sjambok bit deeply into the soft flesh of his nephews bottom, but didnt reach the childs hip. The result, like the other two lashes, was excruciating for the ten year old, who wailed and wiggled his naked little body. It was as close as he could come to soothing his blazing backside. He slowly regained some of his composure, hating the sensation of the tip of the whip slowly tracing along his cheeks. Taking a deep breath, a firm grip on the duvet and pushing his poor bottom up again, he sniffed,
Three, thank you sir. Im ready for another.
The man didnt administer the lash immediately, he was enjoying watching the naked figure of the little boy trying to keep his bottom up and still for the sjambok – especially now that he already had three deep scarlet welts. The marks from the whip did indeed look sore – already they were starting to turn purple around the edges, standing out against the boys creamy white bum. He lashed Ben again, enjoying the snap of the whip as it landed just below the third stripe, and the childs scream of agony. The preteen squirmed on the bed again, not daring to let go of the duvet or raise his head. Keeping his legs well apart and his backside raised, he twisted his body from side to side, as if trying to shake the burn off his throbbing bottom. After a long wait, the child tearfully thanked his uncle and requested his next stroke. It was given, good and hard, and Bens reaction was the same. He wailed and squirmed, struggling to keep his position. This time, the man reached down and carefully gave his nephews soft, now well welted, little bottom a rub,
Halfway, Ben. Calm down and take it, my boy.
Only half way! Ben was in agony. He would never have believed that his bottom could be so sore! His bottom felt as if he had been sitting on a hot stove, the agony eating right through him, and each lash was like a wire of fire, further increasing his suffering. But what could he do – he had literally asked for this hiding, and now he was experiencing what it was like to have his backside truly thrashed. The sensation of having his bottom rubbed by his uncle was pleasant, the man was rubbing the edge off the sting for the crying preteen, and the child was grateful. As soon as the big hand was lifted and replaced by the tapping of the sjambok, the boy decided to get on with his hiding,
Five, thank you sir. Please may I have another.
The sixth stroke landed, lower than all the rest, eating into his sensitive under bottom. Ben couldnt control himself this time. With a squeal, he leapt up, both hands clutching his throbbing bottom and danced around the room. But almost at once, he realised his mistake, and was deeply ashamed of himself for losing control. Heading back to his uncle and the bed, he sobbed,
Im sorry, Uncle Dave. It was just too sore for me. I can take my whole hiding, and I wont get up again.
The man sat on the bed and drew the crying, bottom rubbing boy towards him.
As Daniel may have told you, that stroke doesnt count, and the punishment for getting out of position means an additional two lashes. Giving three extra strokes all together. But because its your first real thrashing, I wont give you the two extra – instead, Ben, Im going to spank you. Bend over my knees.
Slowly, the little boy bent over his uncles knees. He knew what to do. It was a position he had been in before with his mum. His uncles hand rested on his soft, chubby and bruised bottom. This time it was not pleasant – his hand was much harder and bigger than his mums, and when the spanking started it hurt. A lot. Especially on his bruised little cheeks.
The man thoroughly enjoyed spanking his nephews gorgeous, welted little bum. He gave each small cheek six hefty slaps, easily holding the writhing preteen, then, still holding the boy over his lap, he lectured on taking punishment.
Now go and stand in the corner of the room, hands on your head, and think about those last four lashes from the whip that youre due.
Ben climbed off his uncles lap, and followed his orders. He was determined to take the rest of his punishment perfectly. But he didnt need to be reminded about the rest of his thrashing. It was all he could think of! His uncle admired the view of the little boy. With his hands on his head, the excellent muscle structure of the preteens back and legs stood out on his lightly tanned body, and the damage to his previously white bottom was clear. It was clear that the last four lashed would be just about the most that the ten year old would be able to take.
Alright, Ben, the man relented after about ten minutes, noting that the boys sobbing had quietened down considerably, come here and bend over.
For a moment, Ben considering begging his uncle to let him off the rest of the thrashing. He very much doubted that any pleas would help – but more importantly, he was a boy with a great deal of pride, and he was determined to endure his full punishment. Slowly, he approached the man and the bed again, eyes down, but still very much aware of the sjambok that his uncle had picked up, and was holding loosely. He was very well aware of the pain that the whip was going to inflict upon his battered bare bottom. He assumed the position that he knew was expected, raised his bottom and braced himself to the rest of his flogging. Even when he felt the tip of the sjambok being lightly traced good and low across his naked cheeks, he managed to keep absolutely still. The lash was, when it snapped into his little tail, just as excruciating as he had expected. He wailed with the agony of it, but now his determination to stay down was greater than ever. His uncle could hit him as hard as he wanted, but Ben was never going to embarrass himself by jumping out of position again.
The man sensed the determination in the boy, and was proud of his nephew. He was beating the child hard – but the preteen had broken through his suffering and would take the rest of his hiding just as bravely as he could. As soon as the ten year old requested the next lash, he administered it, focusing now on cutting the whip into the very sensitive area where the curve of his tender bottom started towards his legs. Ben screamed in agony, body bouncing with the pain, and, as he had earlier, he wiggled his blazing young bum. But the lad made no attempt to move out of his position.
Get that bottom right up for me now, the man instructed. Slowly, Ben forced his aching backside up even further, feeling the man taking aim just above his legs. He had seen Danny being whipped in this area, and from the older boys reaction had surmised that this would be a terrible stroke. But he braced himself, and bravely asked to the penultimate lash of what was undoubtedly the hiding of his life. The stroke was indeed almost unbearably painful almost lifting the little boy off his knees, and it took every ounce of effort not to leap up again. As the immediate sting of the lash faded slightly, Ben realised that the sjambok was being lined up in exactly the same area again. Like his big cousin before him, the preteen knew that this meant that the last stroke of his hiding was being lined up almost right on top of the previous stroke. But unlike, Danny, Ben was quicker to request the final stroke. He just wanted to get it over with. It was everything that he had expected – the pain was the worst he had experienced. But with the agony, came pride. He had endured a thrashing like nothing he had ever imagined – and it was over. The little boy couldnt wait to show his big cousin his bruised and welted bottom.