Author's note: This story is the last in a trilogy. Each story, though, is self-contained, so it is not necessary to read the stories following or preceding it. These tales follow the three spankings of an eighteen year old high school senior. The first story involves a coach and the paddle, the second involves an "uncle" and the cane, and the third involves the "uncle" and the strap. These stories are fictional and certainly do not advocate the actual use of corporal punishment on minors. Comments are welcome. Enjoy!
The next morning, Matt awoke. He laid there on his stomach -- the covers having been thrown off his naked body during the night. Though slightly tender, his butt wasn't nearly as sore as he'd imagined. Good, he thought, today's half of the punishment won't hurt so bad. Then his stomach sank -- his sleepy brain started to realize what was coming. Because he had skipped school the day before -- and been caught -- Matt had gotten a wicked caning from his Uncle Jack. The caning, Jack informed him, was only half of the punishment; the second half (a strapping) was to be carried out today at 7:00 AM sharp in Jack's office.
Suddenly, a knock came at the door. Without waiting for a reply, his Uncle Jack walked in.
Jack wasn't Matt's real uncle, but was best friends with Matt's father before he died. Since then, Jack had taken care of Matt, who lately had developed quite an attitude. A couple of good spankings, Jack surmised, would take this high school senior down a peg or two.
"Get up," Jack said brusquely. "You're late for your punishment."
Matt laid there, his eyes closed. He had forgotten to set his alarm. For a moment, he considered faking being asleep. Who knows...maybe if he ignored Jack, then he would just forget about the punishment. Yeah right...
"Matt, get up and take what you have coming," Jack commanded again, this time with a more impatient tone.
Still Matt laid there, hoping beyond reasonable hope that Jack would just go away. Besides, he couldn't have moved if he wanted. His body was paralyzed with dread. If Jack's caning the previous day was any indication, this spanking was going to be rough -- especially now that he'd overslept.
Suddenly, Matt heard the sound of Jack's belt unbuckling. _s_h_i_t_, Matt thought, he means business. As quickly as he could, Matt started to get up, but Jack had already pulled his belt off.
"I said get up!" Jack barked stiffly. And with that, he brought the belt down on Mark's ass with a ferocious snap.
Pain erupted in Matt's well-toned ass. Apparently his butt was more tender than he thought. While his brain scrambled to wake up, Matt stood to face his uncle.
"Your ass has rested enough," Jack growled, "Bend over!"
Normally an easy-going and friendly guy, Jack's demeanor had changed dramatically this morning. As he bent over, Matt felt a wave of shame hearing his uncle speak to him this way. At least he's getting it over with quickly, Matt thought as he placed his hands on the bed.
CRACK! The belt striped Matt's ass five times, then stopped. In blistering pain, Matt wondered if that was it.
"Those are for not getting up when I asked you. Now get downstairs for the second half of your punishment." Jack stood aside, waiting for Matt to take the lead.
Matt stood up and became painfully aware of his nakedness -- he had a raging case of morning wood. Before heading out the door, Matt reached down to grab a pair of shorts off the floor.
"You won't be needing those," Jack said.
Matt swallowed hard. As he left, he glanced at the clock. 7:10. Why couldn't he have remembered to set his alarm?
As they headed down to Jack's office, Matt realized that the five licks from upstairs had raised the welts on his ass from the previous day's caning (which was given on top of a severe paddling he'd gotten from his Coach earlier that day for skipping). Matt began to realize just how much this licking was going to hurt. As he entered Jack's office, his mind wandered to his _c_o_c_k_ -- still hard. Though he was embarrassed, there was nothing he could do to hide it.
Jack entered the office and took his place in front of Matt, looking the boy directly in the eyes. One look at Matt, though, and Jack's stern demeanor crumbled. He's a good kid, Jack thought. A good kid who needs a good spanking...
"Alright, Matt, yesterday you got a taste of the kind of punishment I got growing up. Today you're going to get a taste of the kind of punishment your dad got growing up." Pausing for a moment, Jack turned and picked up a well-worn strap which was laying on the desk.
"This is the strap that your dad got tanned with when he was growing up. When your grandfather died, your dad made sure to keep it. After your dad died, I thought I'd hold onto it so you could have it one day." He paused. "I didn't think I'd actually have to use it on you, though."
Matt felt worse than before. Worse than the paddling he got from Coach O'Conner; worse than the caning Jack gave him yesterday. He lowered his eyes to the floor. What would his father think of him? Of his behavior lately? Matt realized his father wouldn't have put up with the crap as long as everyone else had, and that if his father were alive, he'd be doing exactly what Jack was doing now.
Jack cleared his throat. "Alright, Matt, let's get it over with. You know the rules from yesterday -- don't stand up, no matter how much it hurts. You're getting twenty licks -- the standard amount your father would get after being paddled at school. You ready, sport?"
The familiar term of endearment raised Matt's spirits. Nodding slightly, Matt gave a quiet, "Yes, Sir."
"Hands on the desk, then." As Jack watched the lad bend over, he added, "Matt, I just want you to remember that you're a good kid. You just -- "
"Need a good spanking," Matt finished. "I know...and I'm sorry, Jack. Sorry for acting like such a brat lately."
Jack smiled. "I know, son."
Matt shifted a bit as he got ready for the strapping. He assumed the position almost eagerly, welcoming the punishment. As he spread his legs apart and stuck out his ass, he once again became sorely aware of the raging hard-on he still had. Normally his erection would've faded soon after getting up, but this morning, as he braced himself for a punishment he not only needed but secretly wanted, he became even more aroused than before. He thought back to the day before -- to Jack's hard-on after the caning. Matt was hoping today would hold similar results.
Jack stepped into place behind Matt and readied himself to deliver the strapping. Before raising the strap into the air, he glanced down at Matt's hard-on. He had noticed it when Matt got up, but hadn't really looked until now. It was an impressive sight -- larger than Jack had secretly imagined. In fact, Matt's whole body was impressive. Though Jack had seen Matt in his underwear many times before, he'd never seen Matt completely naked. Every muscle in Matt's body was honed. His body was sculpted from running, swimming, lacrosse, and a myriad of other sports. Jack began to grow hard himself. His arousal doubled as he remembered how Matt had gotten erect from the caning the day before. However, Jack rationalized, yesterday could've been a fluke, not to mention that today's hard-on was probably nothing more than a case of morning wood. Suddenly, Jack's mind flashed back to the numerous early-morning canings he got as a teenager, often while sporting a raging hard-on from the previous night. Before beginning the punishment, Jack decided to speak.
"By the way, Matt...just so you know, I got caned plenty of times with morning wood, too."
Matt smiled broadly. Any embarrassment he had about his hard-on faded.
"Thanks, Uncle Jack."
And before Matt's smile could fade, Jack brought the strap high into the air and then down upon Matt's ass with fierce intensity.
"Ah!" Matt yelled out in surprise. The pain was worse than he imaged.
CRACK! Another explosion of pain. Matt's eyes shut tightly as another lick came down. CRACK! Clenching his fists, Matt braced for the next swat. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Matt gasped in pain. Five down, he thought. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Matt's eyes began watering, and he blinked to keep back the tears. Be tough, he thought. CRACK! CRACK! Matt's tears started to flow down his face. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! The last lick was too much for Matt, and he instinctively stood up and grabbed his scarlet red ass.
"_d_a_m_n_it, Matt," Jack said with a sigh.
Matt shut his eyes tightly as tears poured down his face. The disappointment of not taking his whole punishment without standing up weighed down upon him, and he began to sob.
Jack's heart crumbled again. He took the boy into his arms and let him cry for a few minutes.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry," Matt mumbled as he cried onto his uncle's shoulder.
"It's ok, kid."
Jack rubbed the boy's strong back as he cried. After a while, Matt stopped holding his ass, and put his arms around his uncle. Jack felt the boy's hard-on pressing into his like it had the day before.
Stepping back from his uncle, Matt wiped his eyes. He felt better after having cried. He looked at his uncle, who was watching him with concern. As Matt looked at Jack, he took a moment to admire Jack's well-defined body -- his chest and arms stretched against the fabric of his shirt, only hinting at what beauty lie beneath. Jack's ass and legs neatly filled out his well-worn jeans, while his package (typically very visible in the snug jeans) now bulged against his pants more than Matt had ever seen. He couldn't help but stare for a minute. Pulling himself back into the moment, Matt looked up at his grinning uncle, who couldn't help but notice the admiring gaze at his package.
"I'm sorry, Sir. I shouldn't have stood up. I accept whatever penalty licks you see fit to give me."
Jack's grin turned into a smile. "I'm proud of you, Matt. You're accepting the consequences of your actions like a man. Bend back over. You'll get an extra ten licks for disobeying."
Matt nodded and bent back over. He loved hearing Jack command him like that -- ordering him to bend over, punishing him for disobedience. As he assumed the position again, he yearned for the strapping to be worse than before.
Raising the strap high into the air, Jack brought it down with all his might. CRACK! He watched as Matt jumped from the increase in pain. Jack smiled -- he was getting through to the boy. With more force than before, he gave another powerful lick. CRACK! Harder, Jack thought to himself. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Matt gasped. It was more pain than he'd felt in his life -- more intense and more pleasurable. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Matt yelled out after that last lick -- a mixture of agony and ecstasy. CRACK! CRACK! The tears began to roll down Matt's cheeks again. The pain was almost unbearable, yet it was wonderful.
Jack paused for a moment, then spoke. "Matt, I want you to count out these last five, alright?"
Matt nodded. "Yes, Sir!" he said with a deep and determined voice.
CRACK! Jack delivered the swat unimaginably harder than any other before.
"One, Sir!"
CRACK!
"Two, SIR!" Matt relished in the increased pain.
CRACK!
"Three, SIR!! Thank you, SIR!!"
Jack was surprised at this last part (as was Matt, who thanked Jack without conscious thought).
CRACK!
"FOUR, SIR!!! Thank you, SIR!! May I have another, SIR!!?"
Jack smiled. The boy was starting to get into the strapping. Why, he thought, did this have to be the last lick? Mustering all his might, Jack threw his whole body into the last lick.
CRACK!!!!
"FIVE, SIR!!! Thank you, SIR!! May I have another, SIR!!?"
What!? Jack was astonished. He could hardly believe his ears, but he decided to deliver the next lick before the lad could change his mind.
CRACK!!!!
"SIX, SIR!!! Thank you, SIR!! May I have another, SIR!!?"
Jack was impressed. The boy could take one hell of a whipping.
CRACK!!!!
"SEVEN, SIR!!! Thank you, SIR!! May I have TEN more, SIR!!?"
Jack's eyes widened. This was more than he'd hoped for, but again he complied before the boy could change his mind.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Matt counted out the licks with increased fervor.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Jack delivered the last lick as hard as he possibly could.
This time, Matt did not ask for another. Both men remained silent, breathing heavily.
"Thank you, SIR," Matt said with a sigh.
Jack stared at Matt. His ass was a deep red now, covered in thick strap marks. Matt breathed heavily in and out as Jack admired the young man before him. Setting the strap upon the desk, Jack stood beside Matt, whose head was just about even with Jack's hard-on. Jack wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead with the bottom of his shirt. Matt looked at Jack's ripped stomach. He ached to touch it, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Jack looked down to see Matt staring at his stomach. Without thought, Jack took off his shirt and told Matt to stand up. The two stood eye to eye for a moment, then started to kiss. Hands madly caressed bodies, and before much longer, Jack stood completely naked before Matt.
The two paused, staring at each other. Slowly, Jack pressed his hard-on into Matt's, while grabbing the boy's fiery ass. Matt closed his eyes and moaned. The two then sank to the floor and spent the morning fulfilling their long-awaited fantasies.