I was now 19 and nearing the end of my freshman year in college. Living an adult life away from home and on my own was working out great.
During one of the weekends in early May my 16 year old cousin Tom came to visit me at the college. I was a little surprised that my Uncle had let Tom make the drive, but for that to happen I had promised Uncle Jerry that I would keep and eye on Tom and that we would both be on our best behavior.
It didnt take long for the good intentions of two teenagers to go astray. Two of my roommates friends, John and Dave dropped over to our apartment. With them came a few six packs and a half bottle of vodka. As the night went on both Tom and I had some of those liquid refreshments.
I was the most sober when the refreshments ran out and was elected to drive to a store about 2 miles away for some more beer. Out I went for a 24 pack and was careful driving for if I had gotten stopped, I knew I would probably be ticketed for DUI. When I returned I found Tom sharing a joint with one of the guys. I dont smoke dope and I certainly didnt want my cousin to be doing so. Furthermore, if his dad knew about it, I knew his dad would have both our asses.
I quickly told John that my roommate and I didnt go for dope in our apartment. I asked him to get rid of the joint or leave. He politely put it out and put the remainder away in one of the bellows pockets of his pants. Shortly both he and his friend Dave decided to leave which was more than all right with me. They were not one of my normal friends anyway.
Before the night was over, we pretty much finished up the 24 pack. When I say we, I now am just talking about Tom, my roommate and myself. It is safe to say that both Tom and I were plastered. The next day the three of us had quite a hangover and lay around the apartment most of the day. The weekend came to a close and Tom drove home without any incidents.
Three weeks later college was over and the car was packed and ready for the drive home. Before I left the college, I figured I would make one last stop at the college gym. It was free and I would have to pay to go to the gym at home. I was now a solidly muscled, 160 pounds, 5 foot 10 inch guy with about a 30 waist. I liked working out and was proud of the results. I loved the way clothes fit around my wide shoulders, protruding pecs, narrow waist and tight butt.
I did a quick work out hitting most of the muscle systems. I didnt want to be too tough on myself as I had a long drive ahead of me. From the weight room, I hit the showers and later dug into my gym bag for clothes to put on. I had worn yesterdays jeans and boxers to the gym, but wished to be comfortable and drive home in my long shinny red Jordan type basketball shorts. I thought I had a clean pair of boxers in my bag. What I found however was only a pair of white jockey shorts. They were made of 95% cotton and 5% Lycra making them snug and stretchy. I usually wore them as a substitute for a jock. So be it. I pulled on the jockeys and basketball shorts and left the building for the last time until the fall semester.
I hopped in the car and began my drive for home. Nearing home, I had to pass my Uncle Jerrys house before getting to mine. I was running early and decided to quickly stop to see the family before going the rest of the way home.
I hopped out of the car, walked up the front walk and knocked on the door. My 16-year-old cousin Tom answered the door. When he opened the door he really looked shocked and quietly began to tell me to get lost. Before Tom could explain anything that made sense, Uncle Jerry yelled out my name and told me he needed to see me. I had no idea what the reason for the request might be. All too soon I was to learn what was going on, what had gone on and what was about to go on.
My roommates friends who drank with both my roommate and I when Tom was up for the weekend are both of legal drinking age. They are also locals, living just a few miles from the college. One of them when arriving home was questioned by his parents about the smell of POT on his clothes. He had answered that my cousin Tom had been up for the weekend and that I had lit and smoked a joint with my cousin. He said that he and his friend Dave had quickly left our apartment because they didnt want to get involved. He had gone on to say that both Tom and I were under the drinking age of 21. Johns concerned dad called my roommates dad. My roommates dad knew my Uncle Jerry who too soon got wind of the situation. That said, both Tom and I were dead men.
Uncle Jerry had a long discussion with his son Tom that transpired two nights before I arrived home. Tom, thank goodness, had been able to explain that I had not been the one that supplied the joint. I am glad that I also had the reputation with Uncle Jerry of being anti drugs. After a chat with my roommates friends and parents, that had apparently been settled. I would have loved to know how my roommates friends had faired after my dads call.
Uncle Jerry wasted no time to explain to me that Toms backside had had plenty of interactions with the paddle for his unacceptable behavior at the college. Drinking and then smoking POT was inexcusable and unacceptable in any of our families.
Uncle Jerry further went on to explain that it was also inexcusable for me to have allowed Tom to drink and to excess and even to smoke POT in my college apartment. I started to argue that last statement about the POT since I had not been in the apartment when Tom began to smoke it. I talked myself into a trap. I shut up fast when UJ asked why I was out in the car after drinking. I knew that more discussion on that topic would really piss Uncle Jerry off if he ever knew or figured out how much alcohol I had already put away or asked where I was going that night. I would have had to lie.
Uncle Jerry then told me that my parents would be really interested to hear about my antics. That statement certainly took any remaining smile off my face. I started to plead for that not to happen, but UJ cut me off by saying that he thought it might be more appropriate for me to have to experience what his paddle had to say about my actions. My parents would not have to be involved. If they were to know they would go through all sorts of fits and concerns and I probably still would have my ass handed to me.
I was stunned. Just a few minutes before I was on my way home from a long successful year at college and playing the part of a jubilant adult.
Oh God, I thought, Not at 19, I began to imagine how embarrassing it would be to have my college freshman ass set ablaze.
I started to explain my points of view. It didnt take a college brain to tell me my explanations were falling on Uncle Jerrys deaf ears. Sweat beads began bursting from some of my pores. I started to back away from Uncle Jerry.
UJ wasted no time in coming forward and grabbing me by my solid left biceps and walking me into his bedroom. I was so stunned I didnt know what to say. I just sort of followed my arm and pleaded while being prodded that there had to be another way to deal with this. As we entered my uncles bedroom, I was thrown onto the bed and landed like a sack of flour. I was given the order to stay right where I was and he walked out of the room.
The predicament that I was in was just unbelievable. I didnt make my cousin get drunk; he did that himself....with a little help from me. I had gotten rid of the POT after I found my cousin smoking it. But I also knew that my roommates friends were common POT smokers and I should never have left my cousin alone with him. I continued to offer more boos and drink with Tom after the POT incident. I guess I had allowed my cousin to do just about anything he wanted that weekend without any repercussions.
I was now facing my own repercussions and just the thought of them was taking all the starch out of me. I was a cold and clammy mess and I felt as if the blood had drained from my face and other extremities. Suddenly, I felt as if the bottom had dropped out of my world when seeing my uncle walked back into the bedroom with the paddle I learned to so dread.
I protested and said No! No way!
He just went on to tell me to get myself over the edge of the bed and take what I had coming. I could feel my face flush red with embarrassment and fear. I couldnt believe that this nineteen-year-old jock had himself in another humiliating jam like this. I knew I didnt want to experience another going over with that same paddle that had so conquered my ass just a year ago while wearing a pair of board shorts.
I stood up and began to beg for a way out of my predicament. I realized I was running out of time and options. My mind went to my long shiny basketball shorts. They were a double thickness thank goodness and always seemed thicker and heavier than most. I certainly had no similar good thoughts about my stretch jockeys as I gazed into the mirror behind my uncle. There I saw a mighty scared teenager in his cutoff close fitting muscle shirt with the gray waistband and white fabric of his jockeys showing above the basketball shorts.
That paddle had worked all too well on my nearly bare butt last year. It however, was fairly lightweight and maybe, just maybe it would not penetrate such a devastating sting or burn through my heavy Jordan shorts and jockeys. At least I held out a slight hope. Stupid as I believed it was.
My Uncle asked me if I thought there was any reason why I didnt deserve to my butt fried. That comment was a jolt to my system and my mind went in a real stir when I found I had no good answer for him.
I kept thinking that there had to be a better way to settle this situation, but my mind kept coming up blank. I knew I had broken a big promise to Uncle Jerry about watching out for Tom. I should have never allowed him to drink and definitely should have cut him off after I found him smoking POT. I really should have told my uncle about the POT mess. I didnt do any of that. I just allowed TOM to continue and even offered him more boos.
All I could say to my Uncle was that I was sorry, really sorry, didnt mean too...., didnt realize...., didnt think........ .
That didnt think statement really struck a chord. I was told emphatically You bet you didnt think and boy youre going to do a lot of thinking now....get over the bed.... NOW!
UJ grabbed me by my neck, digging his fingers in and throwing me over the edge of the bed. Everything happened very fast. I didnt have time to think of a course of action to take or a reply. I didnt even fight back until it was really too late. I knew I was definitely stronger than Uncle Jerry and I wanted to get up, but he was heavier and taller. Knowing that I deserved to be in the prone position that I was didnt help my seemingly anemic fight to get away. I was just too temporarily stunned to act.
Before I could think any further, I heard the paddle whistle through the air and SMACK. My outer left butt cheeks nerves felt as if they had just been awakened out of a sound sleep. My cheek stung a lot, but I was bound determined that I could handle it. A second smack arrived on the shiny pocketless fabric of my basketball shorts on the same area as the first; then a third. Whooooo! That third one was beginning to really burn and caused my cheek nerves to feel as if they were lighting up like a Christmas tree. I gritted my teeth. There was no way I wanted to admit to Uncle Jerry that he was getting to his college nephew. After a very full swing the fourth shot arrived right where the other three had landed which just compounded and amplified all the previous shots. My left cheek was stinging more than this nineteen-year-old could lie still for.
The increasing sting caused me to instinctively use a massive amount of energy to flip over on my back to protect my smarting cheek from more arrivals of the paddle. My legs were now out over the edge of the bed with my feet on the floor. I wasnt crying, but I was in a panic and a lot closer to tears than I ever would have wanted to admit.
While I pleaded and yelled, Uncle Jerry had another move up his sleeve. As I was lying on my back he reached down and grabbed my left ankle. He raised it into the air and pulled so that although I was on my back, my butt was hanging out over the edge of the bed. My leg was about a 60-degree angle to my stomach. Said another way, my butt was bent at a 30 degree angle
I didnt know quite what he was doing until he grabbed the baggy crotch of my basketball shorts and gave a solid yank. I felt the waistband of my shorts pass by my hips and butt, and slide down or up in this case to my knees. Total panic seemed now to be settling in. I was now dependent upon the protection of my thin white jockeys that fit like skin. I wished I had tied the waist chord of my shorts instead of playing cool and depending upon the elastic waist to hold them low on my hips. It surely was too late to think about that now.
Before my mind could fully comprehend the full gravity of my position, that paddle landed with a loud smack to the same area of my left butt cheek it had been working on just a few seconds before. The paddle was just swinging from a different direction with a rotation of about a 100-degree swing. Wow! Those basketball shorts had protected my ass a bit. I was missing them badly. My left butt cheek was really on fire now. The difference between having my Jordan shorts on and now just underwear made me perceive as if I might have just been stripped bare.
The next several swats were real winners as they penetrated the form fitting thin fabric of my jockeys and raised hell with my ass cheek. The last one nailed my bare upper leg just below the elastic leg opening that rested in the crevice where thy meets my butt. I again yelled out pleases and promises, but this time my voice cracked with regularity as tears eked out from my eyes.
Just as I believed it was the worst possible spanking a 19-year-old could get, I was treated to a new fact, it was about to get worse. My uncle paused and reached down grabbing the very stretchy waistband of my underpants and pulled it along with the rest of my jockeys to my ankles. Those tight fitting briefs now held my ankles fairly close together while my legs were at about a 60-degree angle to my chest.
He smacked my left cheek again and now I was bare and boy was it nasty. I reacted by instinctively kicking as hard as I could and he lost his grip on my left ankle.
Before I could move far from my position with my ankle movements hampered by two waistbands, Uncle Jerry grabbed my right ankle and raised it so that it was over his left shoulder. My right leg was back at about a 60-degree angle to my chest and it was a position I quickly found that I could not maneuver from. I just began to imagine how vulnerable I must look AND BE as my well-formed muscular globes mooned my uncle at such a perfect vulnerable angle. I was in a position to see every movement of the paddle. Seemingly in almost an instant my most dreaded thoughts and fears were coming true.
There is not much left to say except that even a thin pair of skintight briefs is better than none. As that paddle danced cheek to cheek and around all the curves of my now bare butt with even a couple of shots to the back of my upper legs, the tears flowed like a waterfall and I screamed and balled at the top of my 19-year-old lungs. My Uncle really got me bellowing when he landed several shots in a row on my lower inner cheeks. Boy are they sensitive.
That paddle isnt overly heavy and its lighter weight allows it to be down right maneuverable. It didnt HURT that much I guess and as I later found out it didnt leave bruises. The STING it generated though was something that I could not have come close to imagining before or even now after the fact. If I were to ever get it again like that, I am sure it would seem a lot worse than I ever remembered or imagined again.
I have no doubt that the position I was in helped make the paddling far more potent. I was on my back with my feet higher than my head. A type of position a wrestler would never wish to find himself. My body was hanging from one ankle with my ass cheeks hanging out in all their bare glory. It was a feeling of total vulnerability, which was not far from the truth. With my ass bent at a most useful angle I couldnt effectively tighten up my cheeks and my uncle was able to make full, comfortable, speedy swings with precision. With an ankle held he had a massive leverage advantage on me and was able to keep his target pretty well controlled. One of the things I was the most humiliated by was that I was facing him. He could watch in detail every grimace of my face as each swat landed and the resulting buildup of each swats sting took its toll.
You can better believe I never want to tangle with that thing ever again especially in that position. At 19 I was certainly too old to cause myself to deserve such a working over. I also realized that that piece of wood will always be able to dish out more than I think I can handle pants or no pants. I cant imagine being any older and deserving and living through such an experience again.
After the last fiery swat, Uncle Jerry left the room. The all-consuming burn of my ass cheeks caused me to kick myself onto the floor and send my shorts and underwear off my feet. For quite a few minutes I lay there sniffling, balling and feeling sorry for myself and was generally down right humiliated. I finally calmed down enough to get myself onto my feet and pull my basketball shorts back on. I left off my tight briefs, as I believed they would irritate my tender butt to no end. After rolling the briefs up and putting them under my arm I went into a bathroom and did my best to wash up to make my face look as close to normal as possible. My eyes were still very red.
I went out into the living room and eyed my uncle. I couldnt think of anything to say but Im sorry again. I thought he had been overly tough on me, but I guessed that this was not the time or place to say anything about that. He suggested I apologize to Tom. Apologize! I thought, Why apologize to him? But then, I had no fight left in me. Besides, my Uncle was probably right. I walked toward Toms bedroom.
I spoke with Tom who was still grounded in his bedroom. I did say I was sorry that I had not been more vigilant about watching his drinking. He told me he was really sorry that I had to take such a fall for his foolish actions. He apologetically told me how he tried to talk his dad out of disciplining me, but UJ had not been ready to listen to such requests. We both knew we had screwed up and we both knew our butts had paid dearly for it. We further understood that the pain although severe was only temporary. Our stupidity could have caused permanent sickness or permanent injury.
Tom expressed how he believed his dad had really listened to him. UJ had called the other guys parents when Tom had explained how they had lied about me with the joint. Uncle Jerry had made every effort to get all the facts before he dealt with the disciplining of Tom and later me.
Tom now even chuckled and shook his head when he explained how his dad had dealt with him. Tom had been wearing a pair of baggy corduroy Cargo slacks with side elastic inserts. At the beginning he thought he was fortunate in wearing such heavy pants as well as a pair of basketball shorts and boxer briefs underneath. Uncle Jerry had pulled his baggy pants down as easily as he had mine and his shorts and underwear was even less of a challenge.
I left my uncles house and got back in the car putting my briefs in the back seat with some of my other lose clothes. Although it was actually a little cool with just my T-shirt and shorts on I had all the warmth I needed radiating from my well warmed tail and upper leg backs. I drove off, but drove to a food store parking lot to listen to tunes on the radio and let my red eyes and nose dry out. After about an hour passed I finished the drive home.
My parents met me at the door with all the normal greetings that a college boy could expect after being away. They noticed my red eyes, but I was easily able to pass them off as caused by late nights of studying, a long drive and just plain tired.
When I was asked about my grades, I was happy to be able to truthfully tell them they were even better than last semester. My dad responded with good job and a friendly and firm sports swat on the seat of my still warm and irritated butt. Man, did that swat set off my inner alarm bells. Only my pocketless shorts were between my dads hand and my tender irritated bottom. I got wondering if my dad had noticed how warm my butt was and I also decided that I needed to keep a long pair of shorts on so that my tender red butt and upper leg backs did not show.
I was tired and worn out and decided to leave the unpacking of the car until the next day. It didnt take me long to get done what was needed before I hit the rack. In my room I closed the door and pulled down my shorts at once to see my butt cheeks and leg backs. They were definitely red and warm but not bruised. I decided that it was in my best interest to keep the red areas covered, but with something softer. I changed into a pair of thin cotton knit shorts. They were snug in the waist but long and loose enough to cover my upper legs yet allow my sensitive skin a little breathing room. I turned out the lights, slipped into the sheets and thought about the pleasures that a warm butt and a thin pair of cotton shorts might now be able to offer me.