Tim's Uncle Mike Gets Tough!
Hi, my name is Tim and I am about to get my ass whipped and believe it or not I actually asked for it! It all started with the car wreck which happened about three weeks ago. I slipped out of the house after dark and drove Mom's car into town to hang out with the guys. I have a curfew of 9:00 PM on school nights but I am the only guy in my group of buddies who has a license. They talked me into sneaking out and taking them to the game arcade which was open until 1:00 AM on weekdays. I guess I am a good kid but like most guys my age I just can't resist getting into a little trouble.
I picked the guys up and everything was cool until this dog ran across the road in front of the car. I missed the dog but not the two mail boxes or the fence. All told, with fines, property damage and car repairs Mom is in the hole exactly $562 bucks. Boy is she mad! We can't afford that kind of debt right now so you can imagine the hot water I am in! Mom went easy on me considering, she grounded me for two months and gave me a list of odd jobs to help work off the money I owed. Sounds like a happy ending right? Wrong! I guess I just have a way of making a bad situation worse!
You see it was this being grounded thing that got me into trouble. I could not help sneaking out of the house which was no problem as long as I didn't get caught! Unfortunately I got caught three times. The last time I tried to sneak out she caught me trying to slip out the window. Mom just threw up her hands saying she did not know what to do with me! She gave me a long, exasperated look and then said that she had tried everything she could and that maybe it was time to give Uncle Mike a call. I expect he will know exactly how to handle you, young man.
I immediately got a sinking feeling inside not because I was afraid of my Uncle Mike but because I liked him so much. You see my Dad split the scene when I was about ten years old not that he was around much anyway. It was Uncle Mike who always took me camping or fishing or showed me how to catch a baseball. He is my Moms brother and has always been there when I needed an older man to talk to. It was Uncle Mike who told me the Facts Of Life, I didn't tell him I already knew the score from the guys at school but it meant something to me that he cared enough, you know.
My Uncle Mike is a cool guy. He is a detective on the local Police Force and he is not the kind of guy you want to mess with. He is definitely the straight arrow type, you know, ex-marine, cop, family man in his mid thirties with two boys of his own. Somehow though he just doesn't fit the stereotype, he still has a motorcycle that he cruises around on the weekends and he usually wares black boots, jeans and a tee shirt. He is kind of a mix of respectable father and policeman with a cool rebel streak. The last thing I wanted to do was disappoint him, he has always treated me with respect and made me feel like one of his own sons. Except for one thing, discipline.
I have a good idea what Mom had in mind when she said he would know how to handle me. Uncle Mike is strict with his own boys, Mike Jr. who is fourteen and Tim who is eleven. I have witnessed Uncle Mike give both boys a hard whipping with his belt on more then one occasion. Mike Jr. and Tim have both told me about other lickings they have gotten from their Dad. My Mom has different views on disciplining kids that does not include corporal punishment. Several times in the past when I have gotten into trouble I have over heard Uncle Mike telling Mom that sometimes a boy needs a good swift kick in the pants from an older man just to remind him of the consequences of not obeying the rules. He said he was concerned about me and felt that a good whipping now and again would do me good. He said he would gladly fill the job if she asked him to. Mom never relented though, she is real tough in her own way and until lately I have always minded her. I not sure why I have been acting up lately, maybe just to test the waters and see how far she will let me go. I have a feeling I have reached the limit.
It is a Sunday afternoon and I am washing the car which has been repaired and is parked in the driveway. It is one of the first warm spring days and I am enjoying the hot sun on my back. It feels great to be outside on such a clear day! After church I stripped out of my Sunday cloths and put on my old tennis shoes, white socks and my favorite pair of old tattered cotton running shorts and nothing else. I give myself a once over in the mirror as I slip on my shorts and realized how much I have filled out this year. I used to be a skinny little shrimp, but now I am starting to get a mans build. I have a lean hard body, short blonde hair, green eyes and a smile that turns heads, both girls and guys! I don't work out but every year I go out for track and swimming so I have a solid build. I probably sound vain but if you have it, you might as well flaunt it!
I was enjoying this perfect day, washing the car and working on my tan when up drives Uncle Mike on his motorcycle. Mom didn't say another a word about talking to Uncle Mike about my discipline problem until this morning at church. Uncle Mike and his family were there and Mom spoke to him briefly afterwards. From across the church parking lot I could see them talking and finally Uncle Mike looked up at me and gave me his best "you are gonna wish you hadn't pulled this one" look. On the way home when I asked Mom what was up she simply told me to keep my mind on the chores I had to do this afternoon.
I was kind of expecting Uncle Mike to come by but I was hoping he might be busy. No such luck, he hopped off his motorcycle and walked up the driveway. He must have changed out of his Sunday suit, he is wearing his motorcycle boots, black jeans, and an olive drab marine tee shirt. He gave me a quick nod and a stern look when I waved to him and then he went into the house to talk to Mom. They have been inside for the last half hour and I am afraid he is hearing about all the _s_h_i_t_ I have been up to. I have no idea what Uncle Mike is going to do but I know I am going to have to face the music very soon.
Just when the anticipation was about to drive me crazy Uncle Mike comes out of the house and walkes over to me. I nervously say hello and get very busy washing the car. What he said next was the last thing I expected. He said that it looked like I could use some help washing the car and would I mind a hand. I laughed nervously and said be my guest. Before long I forgot my fears as we worked as a team to wash and wax the car. Uncle Mike quickly stripped off his tee shirt in the hot sun.
Wow, what an upper body he has. Maybe someday if I workout like he does I will have a build like his. He is not the body builder type he has just toned his body to perfection with a hard four day a week workout. He has strong muscular arms that flow into a well defined upper chest, but the real kicker are his abbes from hell. I have worked out with him a couple of times down at the officers gym and I almost passed out trying to keep up with his crunches.
We both worked up a good sweat as we finished off the wax job. Mom came out of the house and said she was going into town for a couple of hours to do some shopping. She looked at me and told me to mind my Uncle Mike. She exchanged a quick look with him and then got in the car and drove off. After she pulled away Uncle Mike and I stood facing each other. He gave me a long determined look and I glanced down at the ground and shuffled my feet. Finally he suggested we put the car washing stuff back in the shed. We gathered up the sponges, buckets and rags and took them around to the back of the house.
Mom and I live in an old farm house just outside of town. The shed in the back yard is a combination garage, barn and tool shed. We store all the gardening stuff, tools and can also park the car in there in bad weather. As we finished stowing the gear, the moment I feared finally came. Uncle Mike said that he had talked to my Mother and was aware of the trouble I was in. He told me to sit down on one of the stacked crates outside the shed. Sitting there under the stern eyes of my uncle after working up a sweat washing the car made me wish I had more on then my sweat soaked cotton shorts.
Look Tim, you Mother told me about the mess you are in, the car wreck, the $560 dollars you owe her for the property damages and the car repairs. But what she is really worried about is your attitude and the fact that you deliberately disobeyed her by sneaking out of the house after you had been grounded. She feels like your behavior is out of control and frankly I am in agreement with her. You are a smart kid and I expect better of you. What do you have to say for yourself?
Well, I stared down a list of lame excuses and finally sputtered to a halt after I got a look at his no-nonsense expression. I felt like a little kid sitting there as he stood towering over me. He was still stripped to the waist and he had his thumbs hooked over the lip of his belt. My eyes kept jumping back to his wide black leather belt with its big silver buckle dreading the moment I knew was coming. Eventually he would reach down unclasp the buckle of his belt, slowly pull it out of his pants loops and then I would learn the meaning of sorry.
Tim, I know you are a good kid, not into any serious trouble, but I have seen a dozen boys just like you that have no strong discipline to keep them in check and sooner or later they end up in jail or worse. I am making it my business to see that you don't walk down that road. So, I want you to tell me what you think we should do.
I figured I would take one more stab at trying to get out of the whipping I knew was coming. Hey, a guy has to try right?
Look Uncle Mike I know I have been acting like a real brat. I promise from this moment on to quit acting like a jerk and start listening to Mom. She can ground me for another two months and Scouts Honor, I won't leave the house without her permission and I will spend all my free time working off the debt. No more back talk and no more cussing! I promise. I REALLY mean it, I promise.
Uncle Mike just shook his head in the negative and folded his arms across his chest. He stared me down with his eagle sharp eyes and I put my head down and shuffled my feet in the dirt.
I am disappointed Tim, I was hoping you would be man enough to see that you are past "I promise" and "I won't do it again" You are in serious trouble with me Tim and things are going to get a lot worse for you before they get better. So I am going to give you one more chance to tell me where we go from here.
I knew exactly what he was driving at, I had witnessed this drill before with his own boys. Uncle Mike felt like a real man should always take responsibility for his misdeeds and be willing to pay the price for his actions. He felt boys were never too young to learn this lesson. So whenever it was obvious that one of his sons should get punished he always made his boys admit that they had broken a rule and then ask for their punishment. I knew what he was asking me to do and I was afraid to answer him. One way or the other I was going to get it. I really wanted Uncle Mike to respect me so I screwed up my courage and plunged in. I stood up and faced him but I couldn't look him straight in the eye.
OK...(sigh) Uncle Mike, I have REALLY have been acting like a spoiled brat, disobeying Mom, sneaking out, wrecking the car and then not sticking to my punishment. I know Mom asked you to come over here and punish me and I guess I deserve it. I want you to give me... I mean, I think I deserve a... well... I guess I got a lickin coming. Uncle Mike will you...huh.. give me a whippin?!.
Man, that has got to be one of the hardest things I have ever done. It felt kind of good though to get it off my chest. He stood silent a moment and I stole a glance up at him and he was still giving me that stern look of his but in his eyes I could see he was of proud of me for being man enough to step up to the plate. He reached over and laid his hand on my shoulder.
Al right Tim, you just took a step in the right direction. You are going to get the punishment you asked for, I am going to take you out behind the shed and give you that whipping, but first I want to dole out your punishment so you will know what you are in for. The whipping you are about to get is for sneaking out while you were grounded. Three times I think, am I right?
Yes Sir. Three times.
All right that is going to cost you 36 licks with my strap, 12 for each time. Next, we need to discuss paying off your $560.00 debt. Your Mom and I agreed you can never realistically pay off all that money with odd jobs around the house so I am proposing another solution. You pay off half the debt with odd jobs and the other half with your hide, one lick for each dollar.
Wow, I was not expecting that, man he was really taking me to the mat on this one. Let's see 560 divided by two is... oh man, 280! There was no way I could take a whipping with 280 licks! My eyes must have popped out of my head because he immediately responded.
No Tim, not all at once. I figure you can probably handle maybe 30 licks per whipping which adds up to roughly 9 or 10 lickings. I suggest we meet here every Sunday afternoon behind the shed until your debt is paid. I warn you though if you get into anymore trouble between now and then you will get punished for that also. Your Mom and I have agreed that you have had too much of a free reign. It is time you had some strict rules and harsh discipline if you break them. From now on until you reach legal age you will to answer to me if you get into trouble. I will compile a list of house rules and school guide lines I expect you to follow. If you don't then you can count on a good old fashion whipping with my belt. Is that clear!
Yes, Sir
Look Tim, I am not doing this to hurt you, but to help you. You need a man to look after you and I know it is hard to take when discipline comes at the end of a strap but in the long run you will thank me.
Man, I had no idea he was going to be so hard on me, not that I didn't have it coming. But ten lickings was no joke not to mention the one I was about to get, I was beginning to regret the trouble I had was in.
I was positive I knew where Uncle Mike got the idea for my punishment. About five years ago my uncles got together for a camping trip and brought all the boys along. We had been out about three days when one of my older cousins Jack got caught smoking a cigarette and was told to go out and cut a length of switch for his whipping. Which his father gave him bent over a stump in front of all of us. It prompted a conversation around the camp fire that night about the whippings my uncles got when they were kids. My Uncle Mike got the most ribbing about a licking he had gotten from my grandfather when he was in collage! All the boys begged Uncle Mike to tell the story. After a reluctant nod from my Uncle Mike he told us.
Uncle Mike must have been 19 at the time and was attending a local community college in the next town. He and some of his college buddies had gotten drunk one night and mixed it up with a couple of the local guys. Well they pretty much broke the place up and ended up spending the night in jail. The next day they held a hearing and each of the boys, both college and local boys were fined and let go. The father of each boy was asked by the Judge if he was the legal guardian and then asked if he would pay the fine or let his son spend thirty days in jail. Each father in turn paid his sons fine. Uncle Mike and my Grandfather were last and when the Judge asked my Grandfather if he would pay the fine he said he would but only under one condition. This raised a few eyebrows and the Judge asked him what the condition was. My Grandfather looked over at Uncle Mike who was standing before the Judge with the rest of the boys involved and said.
I will pay the fine if my boy agrees that when I get him home he will drop his trousers, bend over and take the end of my strap across his bare backside. One lick for every dollar he owes the court. If he will agree then I will pay the fine, but only if he makes the choice.
You could have heard a pin drop it was so quite in that room. Each boy was being fined $78.00 bucks for damages and court fees. I know that every man and boy in that court room must have winced at the thought of getting 78 licks with a strap on your bare ass. The Judge gave Mike a long look and then said that it was unusual for a boy his age to get a whipping but not unheard of. He said it sounded like a fair punishment and a well deserved one. He asked Mike for his answer. Uncle Mike did not have much choice. If he took the thirty days in jail it would fall right during his final exams which would mean flunking out for that semester. After a moments hesitation, he did what he had to do.
Sir.. I mean your honor, if...hum... my Father will pay the fine...then I will take the licking.
Al right son, it is your choice, but I remind you. If you back out of your punishment when you get home then one phone call from your father will land you in jail for sixty days! Is that clear!
Yes, Sir!
Boy it must have been tough standing there in front of your buddies and the guys you had been in a fight with the night before not to mention the Judge, the other boys fathers and the rest of the crowd in the courtroom. All of then knowing that this 19 year old was about to be taken home by his father, forced to drop his pants and whipped like a little kid on his bare bottom. The Judge apparently approved. After giving the boys a final lecture on proper behavior he ended by saying.
I am afraid that the rest of you boys will not learn your lesson as well as young Mike will this afternoon at his Fathers hand. I hope each of your Fathers will consider similar punishments at home because I don't want to find any of you boys in my court room again. With a crash of the gavel court was dismissed.
You talk about the walk of shame. Every male in that court room was watching my Uncle Mike and my Grandfather as they left the court room. Mike over heard his share if snickering and elbowing as he walked with his head bowed and my grandfathers hand on his shoulder. One of the arresting officers even walked up to my Grandfather and offered the use of his police strap but my grandfather politely declined telling the officer that his razor strop at home was adequate for the job. It must be tough to have your old man so publicly put you in your place when you are 19 years old.
True to his word, instead of taking Uncle Mike back to the dorm my Grandfather took my uncle home and marched him directly to his study. He was ordered to drop his trousers and his jockeys on the spot and to bend over my grandfathers big oak desk. He then began an hour long lecture to the tune of the strap.
My other uncles who where all younger and still living at home at the time said they remembered sitting around he kitchen table and could clearly hear my grandfathers strap as he made Uncle Mike count off each lick. My Uncle Mike who was the oldest of the boys was balling like a little kid before it was over and promising his Dad that he would never get thrown in jail again!
Uncle Mike took the ribbing in stride but it was the first time I had seen him blush. He told us that he was not the most popular guy among his friends at collage for the next couple of weeks. Even though none of the other guys would admit to it Uncle Mike noticed in the mens dorm shower room the next day that he was not the only one with a set of angry red strips on his ass. My Uncle Mike said that as funny as it may sound it was that incident that got him interested in law and enforcement and eventually led him to becoming a cop.
So you can see there is a history of father and son discipline in my family and it looks like I am the next in line. My Uncle Mike got it from his Dad and now he was going to pass the tradition on to me. Part of me dreaded what was coming but the other half felt good that my Uncle cared enough about me to take on the role of my Father.
I felt Uncle Mikes hand on my shoulder, it was firm but caring as he directed me out back behind the shed. The late afternoon was still warm and we both stood there sweating in the hot sun. Uncle Mike in his stern voice ordered me to strip off my shorts and skivies. I reluctantly slipped both my thumbs into the waist band of my shorts. There wasn't much to them anyway, you know every guy has those pair of shorts that no matter how old and ragged they become you just can't toss them out because they are so comfortable. I have had this pair of cotton shorts for years and they are almost worn down to nothing. Gripping both my shorts and underwear I slipped them down my legs and pulled them off around my tennis shoes. I dropped them in a pile on the ground. I straightened up and stood before my Uncle Mike buck naked except for my socks and shoes. He game me a good once over and I felt completely vulnerable before him. It seemed that time had slowed down and I was able to take in everything that was happening in minuet detail. My Uncle Mike stood there in front of me. His black close cropped hair was slightly graying at the sides. His eyes were sharp and his chin set, the look of a man who has a job to do and knows how to do it. He was stripped to the waist and the sweat dripped slowly down his chest and rippled across his well defined abbes sliding out of view as it ran down below the waist of his jeans. His belt buckle shimmered in the sun as he slowly reached down to unclasp it. He unbuckled his belt and it made a distinctive whistling sound as he pulled it out through the loops in his pants. His belt was black leather, at least a good two inches wide and all of three and a half feet long. He took the belt buckle in his hand and made a fist around it. He then proceeded to wrap it around his fist two times, this left a good foot and a half length to bring down across my naked ass.
Al right Tim the sooner we get this started the sooner it will be over. I want you to bend over the wood pile and take your licks like a man. I did as I was told and bent down over the wood pile. It felt rough and uncomfortable against my tender skin. Uncle Mike positioned himself on my left side and held the belt ready. He paused for a few moments I guess to give me some time to think about what was coming.
It was strange in a way, if I thought past the fear there was something that felt right about this. You must remember I am about to get my first lickin. I was defiantly afraid as much from the unknown as from the fear of the pain and humiliation. The position I found myself in felt right though, a sort of right of passage from boyhood to manhood. The trial by fire that each boy must face on the road to becoming a man. My uncle was the wiser older man in my life showing me the way. He was teaching me that there was more to life than my needs and wants, a larger world that I must treat with respect. What I thought were my actions alone affected many people and Uncle Mike was using a time honored method employed by fathers on their sons to teach them the meaning of self-discipline. The sharp pain of the strap was to get my attention and the humiliation of bending over before him naked and vulnerable helped make me feel humble before the strict demands that a man must face in life. Uncle Mike was giving me the disciple I lacked and I felt a sense of release at being able to right my wrongs.
Don't get me wrong though, I am still your average teenager and I would do just about anything to get out of the beating I am about to get. I am man enough to see that what I did was wrong and that I have this coming. It is also plain to see that nothing I say or do at this point is going stop Uncle Mike from giving it to me.
Tim, like I said I am going to give you 36 licks, 12 for each time you sneaked out while you were grounded. I will give you twelve at a time with a short breather in-between. I expect you to count off each lick and I recommend you don't lose count! I know you don't want to start over. Am I making myself clear?
Yes, Sir!
OK, Tim start counting.
One I barely got the word out before I heard his belt whistling through the air and I felt the first hard lick!
CRACKTHWAP
Ohh Ahhha! O' MAN! I had no idea how bad it was going to hurt. Uncle Mike was giving it to me hard right from the start! The feel of his leather belt as it came down across the naked flesh on my ass was like a hot fire brand. I think I just got my first welt! I had heard other guys describe the whippings they had gotten from their fathers but it had not prepared me for the searing hot pain I was experiencing! There was the first sharp pain of the belt as it connected and then he slow hot burn as the stroke sunk in and I began to feel its full impact. And this was only the first of 36 licks, somebody help me through this!
I must have hesitated a moment to long because Uncle Mike prompted me with a stern command to keep counting or we would have to start over! Well that was enough for me!
TWO! CRACKTHWAP AAHHhha! The second was no better than the first!
THREE! CRACKTHWAP! AAHHhha!
FOUR! CRACKTHWAP! OWWha! Oh
FIVE! CRACKTHWAP! OWWha!
By the sixth lick I could see that Uncle Mike was working his way from the top of my butt down to just under my lower cheeks. On the seventh lick he started at the top and began to work his way down again. The second set of licks was coming down on top of the first and the pain was unbelievable.. I began to wonder how I was going to get through this. My entire ass felt like someone was holding a sizzling hot frying pan against it. I am sure it was working up to a blazing hot shade of red.
Twelve! CRACKTHWAP OWWha! Ahh! Huh wheeoow! I some how have made it through the first twelve!
The pain is bad and this breather as Uncle Mike called it only gives the pain a chance to really set in. The worst thing though, even more then the pain is the humiliation. Stripped naked in front of my uncle while he stands over me and whips me with his belt like a little boy who has been bad is hard to take. I am old enough not to cry but I can't help but cry out when the belt comes down. I am sure that the worst humiliation is yet to come. I have a feeling I will be blubbering like a little boy before this is over not as much from the pain but from the humiliation of being forced to face my errors in such a harsh way. I have a feeling Uncle Mike is counting on this and won't feel his job is done until I am crying like a little boy and promising to be good. I just hope I don't humiliate myself further by begging him to stop! I do want to try and TAKE IT like a man but I think Uncle Mike understands that part of this whipping is to teach me that I am not a man yet and have a long way to go.
Tim, start counting! I start on the second set of licks.
Yes Sir, ONE CRACKTHWAP OWWha!
TWO! CRACKTHWAP! AAHHhha!
THREE! CRACKTHWAP! AAHHhha! I am sorry!
FOUR! CRACKTHWAP! OWWha! Oh, I won't do it again!
FIVE! CRACKTHWAP! OWWha! Please Uncle Mike I won't do It again!
SIX! CRACKTHWAP! OWWha! Give Me a break PLEASE!
SEVEN! CRACKTHWAP! OWWha! Please Uncle Mike I won't do It again! PLEASE STOP!
EIGHT! CRACKTHWAP! OWWha! Oh, I won't do it again! I promise!
NINE! CRACKTHWAP! AHHH! Please !!
TEN! CRACKTHWAP! AHHha! OWWha! PLEASE STOP!
ELEVEN! CRACKTHWAP! OWWha! Ahha. Please Uncle Mike I won't do It again! EVER!
TWELVE! CRACKTHWAP! AHHH! I am really sorry !!
I paused thankful for the break but I must have pissed him off with my begging because he brought the next lick down without a break.
CRACKTHWAP! Ahh! Keep counting Tim, we are not done yet! But, I thought...
CRACKTHWAP! Owwh! But...
CRACKTHWAP! Ahh! I got the message and started counting!
ONE! CRACKTHWAP Owwh! Ahhhaa
I gave up on the pleading and just took it. Finally the tears came and I held tightly to the wood pile and cried as the licks came down again and again and again.
Finally, it was over. My ass was on fire and I was humiliated in the extreme. I stood there buck naked bent over the wood pile with a set of angry red welts on my backside. I was crying like a baby. I had begged like a spineless idiot. I was stripped of my pride and worst of all I knew I deserved it. My uncle stood over me and gave me a moment to collect myself.
Tim when you are ready pull up your pants and head for your room. You will stay there for the rest of the day and I want you to think about what you have learned today. It is Al right that you are crying Tim it means that you are really sorry, but if you ever beg me to stop when I am giving you a whippin again you will get double the licks! Is that understood!
Yes Sir!
Be proud of yourself son you have taken the first steps on a new road. You still have a debt to pay, and we will meet here next week for the first licking to pay off the money you owe, but you can be sure I will be here to help you through it. I was in your shoes once and my father used his strap on me on a regular basis until it finally sank in. Becoming a man is not an easy thing and making mistakes is normal, but so is the need for correcting them. It is time to pull yourself up by the boot straps and start to take this seriously. I expect that this little correction you experienced today will help you do that. Am I right!
YES, SIR!
Al right, I am going to head into the house and start on your list of rules and when your mother gets home I will tell her we have made a good start today.
yes sir
My uncle left me alone to think about what had happened. I slowly stood up and gingerly felt my ass. I could definitely feel the welts rising on my tender skin and realized I had just gotten a first class whipping from my uncle. Uncle Mike never did anything half assed, no pun intended. I dreaded the thought of gym class on Monday and wondered how the guys would react when they saw the red stripes on my ass in the shower. I retrieved my sweat soaked shorts and winced as I pulled them up over my ass. One things for sure, I have leaned today that the old saying, "You will not be able to sit down for a week!" was not just a saying! I had a feeling considering the 10 to 12 whippings I had coming that sitting was a luxury I would not be able to enjoy for a long while to come.