It was just like my sister to come running back to town when things got bad, expecting the family to help her through the rough times. I didnt really want to see her, but my mom made it obvious that I was expected at her place Tuesday evening when Kari got there. I didnt dare not show; as long as I lived in a house my mom owned I had to suck it up and keep her happy, no matter how annoying things got.
On Tuesday night I drove over to moms place, gritting my teeth all the way. My dumb sister had started having kids during high school, and now, a little over a decade later, her husband had skipped town and left her with three boys: eleven year old Corey, nine year old Jake, and seven year old Ben. Now they were all moving in with mom while Kari looked for a job. I was just glad they werent expected to stay at my house. I had the room, but I guess mom was pleased I was managing to stay busy. Fixing computers was something I could do on my own time, but it paid better than a regular job. I guess mom was proud of me, but shed never admit it.
Moms house was as bad as always. She lectured me about the usual things, and then tacked on a bunch of _s_h_i_t_ about being a good uncle to the boys and treating Kari nice. Like that worthless woman needed to be treated nice! I was sick of all of it before they got there, but of course I couldnt make mom mad!
In due time Kari descended into the house with her three noisy brats. I shouldnt say just noisy, they were terrifically loud. I was immediately struck by how cute they were, though. How had my ugly sister had such cute kids? Corey was a cute, mischievous looking devil, rather small for his age. Ben was also tiny, and his freckled nose and sharp chin were adorable. But Jake, the middle of the three, was beautiful. I had been watching little boys for years now (in secret, of course) so I knew. His hair was even blonder than the others, and he looked like a model. I was still working hard at acting disinterested, but I found myself fascinated by my nephews.
Of course the boys were unruly, and of course Kari didnt know what to do with them. Things got louder and louder, with Kari making the most noise, until she finally grabbed the one nearest her (Jake, who had been doing the least) and smacked him four times. The look of surprise and pain on his face tugged at my heart even while my _c_o_c_k_ sprang to life. That was cool! I was so glad it was Jake that got it. He watched me watching him as his expression turned to shame and embarrassment. I just smiled and winked at him.
Kari was yelling, "Next time Ill pull your shorts down and spank you good!" That only added to my excitement. It didnt happen, but I was still enjoying the evening decidedly more than I had expected. By the time my mom got around to springing her next bombshell, I surprised myself with my acquiescence. Kari was going to be busy looking for a job, and mom was too busy to watch the kids every day. Could they come over to my house Friday? I dont know who was more surprised at how quickly I agreed, mom or Kari.
I couldnt get the thought of those cute boys out of my mind all week. Friday seemed to come so slowly. I fantasized about spanking them as I jacked off in bed. At first I just wanted to be around them, maybe to touch them and wrestle with them. By Thursday I had decided to spank them if I got the chance. But I couldnt get Karis comment about shorts out of my mind. Obviously the boys were used to getting it bare butt. Did I dare try that? It was all I was thinking about, and I guess it was inevitable that I would do it.
When they came over at mid-morning on Friday, I tried to give them my attention. They wanted to play gamestation, which I allowed of course. Only two could play at a time, which gave me a chance to talk with the other two. By my second time talking with Ben, we were good buddies, and soon we were rolling on the floor. The other two abandoned the joysticks to jump on the pile, and we had a fun romp, complete with much butt pinching and smacking.
After lunch, I had a bit of work I had to get done, and of course the boys got to arguing and whining. Ben was definitely a baby, and his high pitched whines were getting on my nerves. Finally I came out of my computer room and gave him an ultimatum: "Stop whining or youre going to get it!" I let the boys figure out for themselves what "it" was. Back in the room, I was breathing heavily. I sensed the moment was coming. There was no longer any question about pulling down pants, and I sat quietly, waiting for the next sound.
Ben squealed, and I was out in the living room in an instant. I didnt even pause to find out what had happened; I was in too much of a hurry. I grabbed Ben by the arm and dragged him to the couch. I sat and turned him away from me, then reached in front of him to untie the string on his shorts. He protested, but I just pulled him close and proceeded with his butt pushing against my raging _c_o_c_k_. In a moment the string came loose, and I grabbed his shorts and underwear and in one bold movement pulled them too the floor.
Jake and Corey were standing in the room, staring at us with undisguised glee. I smiled and winked at them as I put Ben over my lap, then I turned my attention to his tiny white butt. It wasnt white for long; I put all the pent up emotion of that week into smacking his bare butt as hard as I could. He screamed and squirmed on my lap, and I kept pulling him back into my _c_o_c_k_ as I spanked him.
Corey was laughing by now. I thought about making him next, but I found I enjoyed the spanking all the more because the others were enjoying it, so I didnt want to punish them for that. Instead, I led Ben to a corner where I ordered him to stand, bare bottomed, until he stopped crying. Then I turned to Corey and warned him not to laugh too loud. "You could be next," I warned.
Corey made a big mistake. He laughed out loud at me and said, "You couldnt do that to me! Im too old to spank!"
I raised my eyebrow, determined now to teach him respect. "Oh really?" I asked. "And are you too big to paddle, too?"
Corey looked momentarily rattled, but then sneered at me again. It was all over. I had him by the arm in a moment, and I was dragging him toward the garage. "Come with me," I unnecessarily commanded.
In the garage was an old, beat up jeep my dad had owned, a weight set, an old ping pong table, and various junk piles. Of course I was headed to the ping pong table, where I retrieved one of the paddles and pulled Corey toward the bench on the weight set. He was struggling though, and I quickly gave up on the idea of holding him over my lap. Instead I had to force him over the bench, then put my knee in his back to hold him there. I tucked the paddle into my belt and after a moment of wrestling had his jeans and boxers down. His butt was just as cute as Bens and a much bigger target.
I began swatting him hard with the paddle, and his butt glowed up red at me. I laughed at his pitiful attempts not to cry, and soon he was sobbing and begging.
"No!" I yelled. "I wont stop yet. Not till you say, I am not to old for a spanking."
Corey sputtered out the words. "I - I am not too old for a spanking, owww!"
"Now," I said, "say, I am not to old to be spanked on my bare bottom."
"What?" Corey yelled, but after a particularly viscious swat he gave in. "Im not too old to be spanked on my bare bottom!!!"
"Last one." I promised. "Say, I will let my uncle spank my little bare bottom whenever he wants."
Corey fought that one, and I thought I would break his butt before I broke his spirit. But he said it eventually. "OK! OK! I will - owwwww! I will let my - ow, ow, ow - let my uncle spank my, owww! please! my bare bottom when he wants to!!! Please stop!" I decided not to argue over a few missed words.
I finally let him up, and turned to see Jake grinning in the doorway. He stepped aside as I led Corey to another corner and slapped his butt with my hand. Ben was still sniffling. I turned to Jake, and whisked him into my arms and over my shoulder. "Poor boy, you probably feel left out."
"Its ok, its ok," he giggled as I slapped playfully at his bottom. I sat down and he straddled my lap, facing me. "Seriously. Were you cutting up in here too? Is that part of why Ben got in trouble?" Jake looked down and slowly nodded. Im not sure he remembered clearly, or even knew what I was asking, but I didnt care any more. I had a raging hard on, and this was the cutest of the boys, and I had to get my hands on his butt. "If you dont fight, it wont be anything like Coreys, but I do think you need a spanking, too."
Isaac was really a more obedient boy than the others. He stood up, looking at me with his huge blue eyes, and wordlessly pulled down his own pants and underpants. I almost came when he lay across my lap, offering me that beautiful butt, but I managed not to. Instead I arranged him to my liking, then proceeded to spank him as hard as I had Ben, and, to be honest, quite a bit longer. He was crying quietly while I led him to the third corner of the room. I could only stand and gaze at the three red bottoms for a moment before I had to run up to my room and jack off.
The boys were amazingly quiet and good after that, and we even had some fun together. When mom came to pick up the boys, Jake and Ben both hugged me. I had to grab Corey to make him hug me, and as I did I leaned down to whisper, "Just remember, buddy, you promised: I get to spank you any time I want!"