Jesse told Bo he was grounded for two weeks, for running off in the General Lee and coming home late without anybody knowing where he was or what he had been doing.
Luke was still free to go out, but Bo had to stay at home. Luke really wanted Bo to go with him, so the boys cooked up a plan to sneak Bo out with Luke without Uncle Jesse finding out.
Bo came home and said he was not feeling well. He ate only a little supper and then decided to go to bed. That was about 7:30 p. m. Around 9 p. m., Luke brought the General Lee around behind the house, next to Bos bedroom window.
Uncle Jesse thought it was kind of strange that Bo had gone to bed so early, but maybe the boy was really not feeling well. He thought hed check on Bo, and walked down the hall to the boys bedroom. As he approached the bedroom door, there was no light to be seen under it, and Jesse figured Bo was asleep already. He started to turn away, to leave, when he heard a loud scraping sound from the boys bedroom.
Turning back to the bedroom door, he opened it to spy Bo standing at the bedroom window, ready to crawl through it and out to Luke and the General Lee below. Hearing the door open, Bo turned with stunned shock on his face to see his Uncle walking into the bedroom. "Uncle Jesse, ah, I, ah, was . . . ah, just, ah . . .," he stammered fumbling for an explanation for what was obvious.
Without an instants pause or hesitation, Jesse was at the window, grabbed Bos ear, and dragged him away back towards the bed from which the young man had recently emerged.
"Owwwww! Owwww! Uncle, Jesse! Stop! Ow! Thats hurrrrting!!" Bo shouted.
"Thats not all that gonna be hurting you, now, youngster," Jesse replied. Sitting down on the side of Bos bed, he quickly yanked the lean, blond young man off his feet, toppling over and across Jesses lap. Then, WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! . . . he began battering the upturned, tight-fitting seat of Bos jeans.
Immediately, Bo knew what was underway. That hard spanking that Uncle Jesse had threatened and promised for so long was happening. He wriggled and squirmed as he lay draped over Jesses knees. Wow! Bo was surprised at how strong Uncle Jesse was! His grip on the overturned young man was steely and held Bo fast. Whew! The strength of his big hand swatting the young mans up-ended rump was heating it up and stinging.
Bo thrashed about, twisting and pushing and bouncing all over his Uncles lap, while thrusting his right arm backwards and up to try to protect his uncomfortable rearend. Unfazed, Jesse just twisted Bos right arm, pulling it up against the boys back, while continuing to swat Bos behind.
In just minutes, Bo was frantic, unable to elude or escape his Uncles spanking, and increasingly feeling the smarting, burning heat that radiated all over his butt, upper thighs, and the sit spot where his buttocks met his thighs.
"Please, Uncle Jesse," he called out. "Im sorry. Im sorry. Please! Stop! I wont do it again! I promise! Please!"
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! . . .
Bo felt his Uncles speechless reply on his backside. "Aaaugh! Ow! Uncle Jesse! Please stop! I wont dooooo, uh, ow! it-ow! again! Ow! Please! Please! I, uh, ow! Ow! I said Im sorry! Ow! Ow! OWW!!"
The young man was bucking and kicking up and down on his Uncles lap, as he begged and pleaded and promised, trying to get Jesse to stop the spanking. Suddenly, Jesse stopped. He released Bos arm, reached to both sides of the young mans slim waist, and lifted him right up off Jesses lap. Bo was bouncing up and down on his feet in front of his Uncle.
Jesse reached over to Bos big belt buckle, unfastened it, and pulled it out of Bos jeans. Then, he unsnapped and unzipped the youngsters jeans, peeling them down the narrow hips, thighs, and knees to gather at Bos feet. Bos face was crimson, his eyes wide with shock. Then, swiftly he was jerked ,back over Uncle Jesses knees. His head and chest were diagonal, lying on the bed, as he looked up to see the astonished expression on Lukes face, peering in the window.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! . . . The stinging swats began again, but this time they smarted and burned and lot sharper and harder without the added protection, albeit tightly spread, of jeans across his butt. Once more Bos attempt to shield his behind with his hand, resulted in his Uncle using the boys hand and arm to secure him painfully still and in place, straddling Jesses leg and lap. Bo gasped with each smack against the thinly clad seat of his white briefs. If anything, Uncle Jesse had found a second wind, and was blasting Bos bottom harder and faster.
"Aaa, uh! Uh, Uncle, uh, Jesse!" he called out. "Please! Please! Stop it! Ooo, uh, uh! Ow! Ow-uh-ouchaaa! Please, Uncle Jesse! Ill be good! Please! I promise! Uh-uh-ow-ow-ow, uh, ow!" He was squealing with soreness from the crashing, descending spanking he was receiving.
"Ooo, uh, ow! Uh, n-nooo, uh, Uncle Jesse! Oooo, uh, ow-ow-ow! Staaaahp! Uh, uh, huh, uh, oooo-uh-oww! Uh, noooo-uh-ow-uh-mooooor! Ow-ow-oww!"
Jesse did stop. Still gripping Bos right arm pushing his shirt up and pinned against his bare back, Jesses right hand ceased delivery damage to Bos bottom. Instead, it grasped the waistband of Bos briefs, dragging them down over the hot, pink buttocks, down the pink upper thighs, and past his knees to join his tangled jeans at his feet. The outraged, dangling young man exploded with protest: "Nooooo, uh, waaaaay! Uncle Jesse! You caaaaant . . ."
But the firestorm resumed. This time, however, Uncle Jesse had picked up his young nephews belt, and began snapping it against the exposed, bare behind that was facing him. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACKCRACK CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! . . .
Bo shrieked, and his head shot up and backwards, in reaction to the biting pain of the belt blistering his butt. "Yeeeow! Ooo, uh, ow! Ow! Owowoww! Aieeeyaaaoww!! Ooo, uh, uh, owowow! Nooo, uh, Uncle Jesee! Oooo, uh, my, uh, uh, uh, noooo, uh, I, uh, caaaant take, uh, ow! Ow! Oooo, uh, ow! I cant taaaake-it! I, uh, oooo, uh, ow! Ow! Aieeeyaughaaa, ow! Oooo, uh, ooooo, uh, aaaa, uh, ooooo, uh, ow-ow-ow-ow!"
Bo bounced and lurched, propelled with each new biting sting on his blazing butt. From deep, down, buried within him surged forth tears and sobs that burst from his eyes and mouth. He arched backwards, eyes squinting as tears poured forth, mouth agape with wailing, squalling, crying shrieks of pain, shame, and contrition. He collapsed, hanging impaled on Uncle Jesses right leg and knee, shaking, shuddering, sobbing uncontrollably, wailing incoherently.
"Yeeowaaah, uh, augh-uh! Im-ah, oooo, uh, oooo, uh, sorreeeeee! Aaa! Ooo! Uh, uh, puh-leeez-uh! Uh, Ill, uh, beeee, uh, gooood! Augh-uh-uh! Ooooo, uh, oooo! Ughuh-uh! Nnnngaughuh-uh-ooooo, uh, ow! Yeeoww! Ow! Ow! Oooo, uh, ow-ow-ow! N-n-n-no, uh, m-mooooor, uh, spuh-uh-uh-aaaankeeeng-ugh! Ooooooo, augh-uh! Im, uh! Soreeeee, uh, uh, Ill, uh, beee, uh, gooood! Uncle, uh, uh, J-Jesse! Ill doooo, uh, whaat, uh, uh, youuuu, uh, saaaay! Oooo, uh, staaaahp, uh, uh, spuh-aaankeeng-uh-meeee! Oooo, uh, augh-uh, uh, uh, eeeeah, uh, ughuh, waaa! Ah-ah-oooo, uh, waaaa, waaaa! Uh! Uh! Uh-uh-waaaaaa!"
When Jesse finally finished Bos spanking, the young nephew was shaking and choking as he struggled to breath through sobbing gasps. Jesse pulled the lean, blond, boy up and sat his scorched bottom on Jesses right leg. Bo continued heaving and sobbing, and leaned into his Uncles chest, wrapping his arms around Jesses neck. Jesse patted his chastened, stunned, young nephews head, speaking softly, but firmly, to him. "Youve had this coming for a long while, Bo – way overdue. From now on, when I tell you to do something, or not to do something, you do what I tell you, or know that this is what is in store."
"Aaauh-uh-nnnghauh, yessss, uh, uh, Uncle, uh, Jesse, uh, uh, waaaaa!" he wailed.
"Now, git back to bed where you said you were goin after supper. If I catch you out again before mornin, you can count on another one of these! Ya, hear what Im tellin ya, Bo?" he demanded.
"Oooo, uh, aghuhuh, yesssss, uh, sir, uh, uh, waaaaa! Uh, waaaaa!" Bo cried.
Once more Jesse grasped the bare sides of his nephews narrow waist and lifted him up off Jesses leg and knee, and turned him over to drop him face down onto the bed. Instantly, Bo grabbed his pillow in his hugging arms and buried his face in it. Jesse pulled the sheet back up over the angry, red, battered backside of his nephew.
Then, he turned to Luke, who registered galvanized astonishment at the trouncing Uncle Jesse had just administered to Bo. "Youre next, young man," Jesse informed him. "Take the General Lee around front and park it, bring me the keys, and get ready for the same before-bed blistering that Bo just experienced."
"Ah, okay, Uncle Jesse," Luke gulped his reply.
"And make it quick, or youll earn yourself two trips across my knees, young man," Jesse admonished.
"Yes, sir, Uncle Jesse," Luke retorted, "right away." In less than two minutes, Luke was in the living room, handing his Uncle the keys to the General Lee, and standing petrified as Jesse at once unfastened, unzipped, and lowered the young mans tight jeans, then hauled him over Jesses lap for a long, sound spanking.
The Duke boys were not seen around Hazzard County for over two weeks, and had learned a firmly fixed lesson about the agonizing consequences of disobeying their Uncle.