A visit to my aunt and uncle where always marked by spankings. They werent my real relatives but old friends of my grandparents and every summer I spent four weeks with them at the seaside. They never seemed to catch on to the idea that each year I had grown, or maybe they didnt care, but while my spankings at home stopped when I was about 7 or 8 at Aunt Rene and Uncle Bobs then went on until I was 15 or 16. And to my complete humiliation I was always either completely naked or my shorts and pants where pulled right down.
Each year I would arrive and be shown to the same bedroom that was decorated with cowboy pictures and trains on the wall paper. On the bed they would have bought me some colouring books and as I got older I learnt, after one time when I told them that I had grown out of such things and they seemed very disappointed, that it was best to go along with it.
Under the pillow were a stripy pyjama top and some funny shorts which had elasticized waist and legs and were towelling outside and plastic inside. My aunt said it was in case I had an accident. I dont know why this was as I dont think I ever did have an accident and it was embarrassing for a 12 or 13 year old boy to wear these home made pants. When they were in the wash Id sometimes be put just in plastic pants which you could see my bottom and penis through. I would still be allowed down stairs and I used to pray that no one would visit whilst I was sitting on the sofa in the living room. One night a lad from the church came round he was about 16 and I was about 13. I tried to hide myself and my uncle told me not to be such a silly boy and that Johnny Preston had seen lots of boys in plastic pants because he helped at the cub camp. He was smirking and smiling at me and I kept on sliding around on the sofa and not talking to him. Suddenly my uncle came over, pulled me up telling me that I was being very very rude to our guest, pulled the plastic pants down and gave me a thorough spanking while this lad watched everything. I burst into tears with the humiliation of it but my uncle didnt seem to care and the pants were taken off me and I was dumped unceremoniously on the sofa where this lad could see everything as I sat there sobbing and ashamed. I was told to dry my eyes, not to be so silly and stand up and tell Johnny what I was doing at school. So there I stood with my bare bum throbbing and this strange lad having a good look at my bum and privates with me feeling very small and humiliated.
I could tell you a lot about the spankings because they really made an impression on me. At home I was growing into a man but at aunt and uncles I was always a boy. When I was there I played with 3 brothers who lived across the road. They were about 5 years younger than me but when I was there I fitted in with their games. I got spanked in front of them quite a bit. My shorts and pants would be taken down and Id go over my aunt or uncles knee and be given a good hiding. I never saw them being spanked and I think they enjoyed seeming me being bought down a peg or two. Afterwards I would be stood up and given a good telling off with everyone looking at my red bottom and my private parts.
On the beach was embarrassing too. I was never allowed to have a towel but my clothes would be taken off me and then my aunt or uncle would rummage around to find my knitted bathers. I must have been obvious to everyone I was too old for this but they just went on as I stood there painfully ashamed to be naked in a public place with other girls and boys looking at me and giggling until the bathing trunks were found and I could get dressed. I was a scrawny child but I had a very thin long penis and big testicles that somehow made it worse.
Spankings would also be carried out if they had friends present and they were all very sarcastic and shaming to me. They certainly made me behave well when I had left them