The last week before I'm to go away to college, I think how fun it would be to spend it with Uncle Bob. Now that I'm 18, maybe he would even let me ride along in the squad car.
I have a great time, spending most of the time at the beach. One night I hook up with some people, who were drinking. They offer me a beer, and before I knew it, I'd had several. About 10:30, I decide to drive home, and I realize I'd had too much to drink. Uncle Bob was working the night shift, so I figured he'd be gone by the time I got to his place. I was wrong. I steady myself, walk in the door, and immediatly fall to the floor. Uncle Bob runs over to help me up, but smells the alcohol on my breath. "How did you get home!"
"I drove."
"You know your underage, not to mention driving! I'm late for work, go to bed and I'll deal with you in the morning!"
The first thing I fell the next morning is the covers being pulled off from me and Uncle Bob telling me to get up. I have such a headache, and he is lecturing me on drinking and driving. He says, "I should turn you in, but I decided to teach you a lesson another way. I become wide awake when I fell his fingers grab on to the leg bands of me briefs, and with one zip, they are around my ankles. He tells me to step out of them, but before I can, he pulls me across his lap, and gives me a sound spanking. I can't believe what is happening to me! Uncle Bob is very strong. I couldn't even remember the last time I'd been spanked, so SMACK after SMACK on my tender bottom was stinging more than I could believe.
He stands me up. I've never been naked in front of Uncle Bob, so I'm feeling real uncomfortable, not to mention humiliated from what I just experienced.
He now tells me to lay face down on the bed. After I do, I feel his night stick tapping me between the legs, and he instructs me to "Spread them!" I obey, and I feel a few taps of the night stick on my butt and he tells me to scoot up and grab hold of the headboard of the bed. I am now spread eagle. I see him unbuckling that wide leather belt that cops wear, and see him pull it out of the loops. One hard WHACK of the belt, and I jump up. "Marco, if you let go of the headboard again, I'll get out my handcuffs!" I begin wimpering as I feel whack after whack across my bared fanny.
Finally he stops. I get up and quickly grab for my briefs. "Not so fast! We aren't done yet! I have some work for you to do." He brings me downstairs, still naked, and shows me the dirty dishes that I promised I'd do the day before. As soon as I start, the doorbell rings! It's Uncle Bob's friend Officer Johnson, who I'd known since I was a little kid. I am so embarrased! Officer Johnson asks, "What's with the kid?" Uncle Bob explains what happened and tells him that I'm getting some old fashioned discipline. Officer Johnson comes up to me and says, "My little brother was injured by someone who was driving, after drinking. Bob, can I have a crack at the kid?"
"By all means." I am now absoutely horrified, as I am led to bend over a chair, I hear the clink of Officer Johnson's belt unbuckling, and the snap of it coming out of his belt loops. CRACK!!! This was worse than Uncle Bob's. I leap up, and am yelled at. "Bend over boy!" I feel Uncle Bob's strong hands grab me at the waist, and he holds me down as Officer Johnson gives me at least 30 whacks.
I am sobbing, as I am told to go back to the dishes. They sit at the table behind me, drinking coffee, as I do the dishes. My butt is so sore!
Officer Johnson leaves. I'm thinking this is over, but Uncle Bob now tells me to to go separate all our white clothes and towels, and start the laundry. After I get all our underwear washing, I come upstairs, and see Uncle Bob laying on the couch, reading the paper, with his belt laying across his lap. He now tells me to vacume.
Soon the doorbell rings again, and Uncle Bob tells me to go stand in the corner. It's 2 female officers dropping something off. I can't even turn my head around as Uncle Bob explains what happened. One of the officers said, "He's got a cute butt."
They leave, Uncle Bob goes up to shower, and I finish vacuming. Uncle Bob comes out, only wearing his briefs. I've always been impressed with his body. "I'm going to bed now, and when I get up, I want the laundry done. Underwear folded neatly, my shirts and pants on hangers, UNDERSTAND?"
"Yes sir."
He pulls me across his lap once more and spanks me again with his bare hand. "I'm telling your dad what happened, and if I hear of anything like this happening again after you go to college, I'll take my day off and come looking for you, and it won't go this easy."
I did get in trouble in college.