When I was between my junior and senior years in high school, I got to spend a summer with my Uncle Eddie. Although he really was my uncle, he was only a few years older than me. He lived in a house that he rented in a small farming town in North Texas, near where he grew up. Eddie and I had sort of grown up together and had spent a lot of summers playing around, going fishing, and doing all kinds of fun things. So I was really looking forward to going to spend a whole summer with him and getting away from my parents who always wanted to tell me what to do and complain about my haircuts and everything else.
Now, I hadn't seen Eddie (I usually didn't call him "Uncle" except for fun) for about a year and a half so when I first got to his house, it was good to see him. He looked about the same, except maybe he was a little taller. He was probably an inch or two taller than me, and pretty good looking, with brown hair and blue eyes. He was real slim but in good shape and used to play football in high school. Once we got acqauinted, he helped me carry my stuff up to the bedroom we were going to share and then we sat around getting reacquainted and talking about what we had been doing. He had a full time job and I was still in high school, like I said. Everything was sort of fun for the first few days.
Saturday night Eddie told me that we were going to have to get up and go to church on Sunday. I was sort of hoping that summer vacation could be a vacation from going to the baptist church as much as a vacation from school. But Eddie said he had to get up and go. The next morning, when we woke up, he reminded me to be ready at 9:30. He told me a couple more times to start getting ready but I was sort of putting if off until I finally started slowly getting dressed. Eddie was all dressed in his sunday best and on the way down to the car when he told me I had five minutes and not to be late.
It was about 9:35 when I got down to the car. As I started walking up to it, Eddie got out and started walking over towards a peach tree in the back yard. He took out his pocket knife and started cutting a branch off of the tree, quickly stripping if of its leaves and smaller branches so he was left with a pretty lethal looking switch.
"What are you doing, Eddie?" I asked.
"I told you to get ready on time, and I'm going to give you a licking for being late. Turn around."
I stood there looking at him and he grabbed my arm and turned me around, giving me about ten real good slashes with the switch. As he landed each lick on my butt, I didn't say anything at first but after a few, I said "ow" pretty loud. It really stung. I was sort of surprised by the whole thing. Eddie had never licked me before and our only experience in this regard was getting a few joint whippings when we were younger. Just a few years before, Eddie's daddy had taken down our pants and whipped both of us with his belt just on our undershorts when he caught us smoking. So I thought he was just fooling around although it was sort of a painful joke, if you asked me.
After a few more good licks, Eddie threw the switch away and told me to get in the car, which I did, as we drove to church. Eddie told me he was responsible for me this summer so we should try go get along but I had to do what he said. I didn't say anything in response.
Nothing more was said about this event and the summer proceeded pretty good for the next few weeks. One evening Eddie had come home from work and was fixing dinner. I was in the front yard playing around with some stuff. Eddie came out on the front porch and told me to come in for dinner. I yelled okay but went on playing. A few minutes later, Eddie called for me to come in but I still put it off. About ten minutes later, Eddie appeared on the front porch and called to me. When I looked over, I could see him standing there with something in his hand but I couldnt see what he had in his hand at first. Then I realized it was a doubled up belt. I was really surprised and came running up. "What do you want, Eddie?"
"I told you and told you to come in, now get in the house." He gestured to the house with the belt.
I quickly slipped in the front door, and Eddie followed right behind, letting the screen door slam. I headed for the kitchen but Eddie told me to get upstairs to the bedroom. I thought he was trying to scare me so I started quickly up the stairs and went into our bedroom. Eddie came right behind and went over and sat on my bed. He spread his legs and patted his thigh. "Come over here and bend over my knee, boy." I couldn't believe this was happening. "From now on, if you don't do what I tell you, I am going to take your pants down, take you over my knee, and give you a whipping with the belt. I'm not joking about you doing what you're told and you're going to learn it real quick." I stood there not moving. "Get those britches down and get over here for your whipping." he added. I took a look at the belt he had and it was pretty heavy. It was a brown leather belt about 2 1/2 inches wide and a good 1/4 inch thick. I was really scared of getting whipped with such a heavy belt or any belt for that matter.
"Come on, Eddie, I'll come in quick from now on."
"I know you'll come in quick from now on. You're going to get a good busting to help you remember to do what I tell you. I guess the switching didn't help your memory as much as it should have." He pointed to his thigh.
I came over and pulled my jeans down and laid across his leg, resting my chest on the bed. Eddie pulled my jockey shorts up sort of tight so that they were stretched over my cheeks and then he took his belt and started busting me good. As he was whacking my butt, he was giving me a lecture about doing what I was told. I was kicking my legs around and begging Eddie for mercy. WHACK! Ow!.WHACK I'm sorry WHACK Please WHACK Please WHACK ow mercy WHACK "Do what I tell you or you'll get more of this! WHACK. Eddie kept it up for about 25 whacks, and then he told me to get up. I was whimpering but not fully crying when Eddie let me up. I was also determined not to disobey him again. I guess he had grown up more than I thought and was really taking his responsibility seriously. I stood up, rubbing my butt good, and quickly pulling my pants up. "Okay, boy, lets go eat!" Eddie dropped the belt on the dresser and we went down and ate. That wooden chair in the kitchen was really hard to sit on that supper.
Although I thought to myself I should do what Eddie said, I quickly forgot the lesson. Just a few nights later, we were laying in bed talking as we went to sleep and after a bit, Eddie told me to hush up because he had to get up and go to work. After a few minutes silence, I asked him another question. Without saying another word, Eddie climbed out of bed, and reached down to the floor when his jeans lay. As I watched, he pulled his belt off of his jeans and doubled it up. He walked over to me and told me to get up. I told him I would be quiet and Eddie just said get up. I said I was sorry and I would not make another sound and Eddie told me to get out of bed. I got out of bed but kept promising to be quiet and not make a peep. Eddie sat on the edge of the bed in his jockey shorts and pulled me over his leg again, just like before. This time he didn't wait to stretch out my jockey shorts but just started whipping me, probably even harder than before. After two or three licks, I was kicking my legs and begging him to stop. WHACK "I told you to be quiet!" WHACK "I'm tired of telling you over and over again," WHACK "ow" WHACK WHACK WHACK. This time Eddie gave me a good 25 whacks and then stopped. He told me to get up and started to walk back to his bed, I was rubbing my butt good, and saying "Ow, that really hurt!" Eddie turned around and came back to my bed, pulling me back across his leg and started whipping me all over. WHACK "I told you not to make a peep" WHACK WHACK "Be quiet" WHACK WHACK WHACK "ow" WHACK "don't say ow, don't make a peep" WHACK WHACK. With that, I tried as hard as I could be be silent and cried a little, finally Eddie stopped whipping me and told me to get back into bed. I did that without a sound, and we went to sleep without saying another word.
I was pretty good for the next few weeks and didn't go a thing to get close to a busting. So it was almost like old days, going fishing on the weekends, and sort of taking it easy during the week when Eddie was at work. I learned, after those first few bustings, to hop to when he told me to do something. Near the end of the summer, though, I sort of forgot again. We were sitting in church, listening to the pastor talk, and I was making wisecracks to Eddie. Some of them were pretty funny but after a bit he told me to hush up and pay attention. I made a few more wisecracks. Eddie leaned over and asked me if I wanted to be taken outside and whipped on the porch. I was sure everyone around us could hear Eddie say this so I was really embarrassed and my face turned bright red but I shut up and was quiet the rest of the service. I kept imaging how embarrassing it would have been for Eddie to pull a boy of my age out of the church. I could just see him pulling off his belt and whacking me with it in the foyer of the church, with everyone inside hearing the whole thing.
When the service was over, one of Eddie' friends, who sat near us, was sort of kidding Eddie about the interruption. "Well, Eddie, I was 'specting you to take that boy out on the porch and warm his britches good." Eddie wasn't embarrassed at all and smiled, "He came within a inch of getting it but I figured it could wait until I could get him home." His friend laughed and I sort of smiled, figuring Eddie was kidding. His friend patted me on the rump and said, "I guess you'll be eating dinner off the mantle tonight, son." I didn't laugh but he and Eddie did. As soon as we got in the car, however, the joke was over. Eddie looked real cross. "Now I told you and told you to behave in church. And I told you and told you today to be quiet. When we get home, you're going to get a whipping with the belt with your pants down for not minding me." All the way home, I was trying to talk Eddie out of the upcoming busting but he wouldn't change his mind.
When we got to the house, Eddie told me to get up to the room and take my good clothes off to get ready for him. I went up and took my suit off and sat on my bed in just my underwear and socks. I probably sat there for twenty minutes or so, waiting for Eddie to come up and give me my whipping.
I could really feel butterflies in my stomach and I kept remembering the last couple bustings Eddie had given me and how much they hurt. I could almost feel the belt landing on my rump thinking about it. Finally, I could hear his feet trodding up the stairs. He opened the door to the room and came in. He didn't look too amused. He went over to the closet and took off his jacket and hung it in the closet, and took his tie off, too. Then he rolled up his sleeves on his dress shirt. "I don't know what's the matter with you, boy, you just don't seem to know how to listen. I think I'm going to have to give you a busting you won't ever forget." With that, Eddie unbuckled the belt on his suit and pulled it off and doubled it up. It was a normal men's dress belt, made of black leather, but not too heavy. Eddie came over and sat on the bed in his suit pants and white shirt, and told me to get over his lap. I bent over his leg, as before, in just my jockey shorts and Eddie put his hand on my back and started whipping me with the belt in his other hand. It didn't hurt as much as his brown belt but it sure did sting. It made more of a WHISH than a whack sound, but Eddie kept up his running lecture through the whipping but he did whip me pretty hard with it. As usual, I was asking him to forgive me and let me up as he whipped my butt good.
After about 30 slashes with his belt, he stopped and told me to get up. I reached over to pick up my jeans and Eddie told me to forget it. I looked around at him to see what he was talking about. "I don't think this belt is making an impression. Get the brown belt out of the closet and bring it here!"
"No, please, Eddie, you whipped me good." Eddie just shook his head. But to my surprise, he got up and started to leave the room. "Don't think you're getting out of it, I'm just going to go out and get the Sunday paper and some sodas. When I get back, you'll get it then. Stay here in your jockeys until I get back, hear?" I nodded to show I would stay there.
Eddie was gone for about half an hour so I had another waiting period before my next licking. I figured he had done this on purpose to give my something to think about. While he was gone, I got up and pulled my shorts down to look at my butt. It had a few red slashes on it but no real welts. Those would come real soon, I figured. Finally, after a long time, I heard Eddie come home, go in the kitchen, and start coming up the stairs. When he got into the room he looked at me with some amusement and went over and took off his suit pants and shirt and hung them in the closet. "I don't want to mess up my suit pants whipping you," he said. With that, he asked me where the brown belt was that he had told me to get out for him. I had forgotten about it and figured he would get it.
He shook his head again, "You are a real slow learner, boy." He reached down and picked up his jeans and pulled the brown belt off. He doubled it up and came over to the bed and sat on it, slapping his thigh, indicating it was time for me to bend over and take my medicine. He didn't have any clothes on except for his jockey shorts so I bent over his bare leg. I did it without argument and WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK "Please, eddie, I'm sorry" WHACK WHACK He wasn't lecturing this time, just whipping the tar out of me. This was harder than he had ever whipped me and my rear was already sore from the prior licking with his dress belt. It went on longer than his normal bustings too, as he just kept laying into me. I was kicking my legs all over the place and asking him for mercy WHACK mercy, Eddie, mercy WHACK WHACK. Finally, after more than 50 swats with that heavy belt, Eddie stopped. He put his hand on my butt and said, "Boy, if I have to take your pants down again, it will be worse than this." He didn't have to. The rest of the summer went smooth and I was quiet as a church mouse in church