I was twenty-four and had not been doing very well. To be honestly blunt I was living in survival mode without any family support. I had been devastated when I lost my parents and kid sister in the horrific accident and their debts exceed their assets leaving me a broke orphan at twenty-two. My associate degree was not of interest to employers and I was existing on meager wages. I was renting a small space over Mr. Steinhoff’s garage (originally intended for a previous owner’s older teen) with some limited permission to use the backyard.© Y Lee Coyote
The Steinhoff family was very similar to what mine had been with Roscoe who was thirteen and Penny, his ten-going-on-twenty-year-old sister. A significant similarity was that Mr. Steinhoff was a spanker just like my father was. I really don’t understand it but I look back at my tail roastings with some fondness although at the time I most certainly did not like them. Sometime I wondered if a good, long, hard spanking would do me some good now.
The first time I witnessed Roscoe getting it was from my little hovel. The window was open and I heard Mr. Steinhoff bellow at his son about not mistreating his sister. Then the action commenced with dad yanking down his son’s pants and TW’s before pulling him over his lap. The spanks were hard like I used to get and Roscoe reacted in the same way with promises and howls as his butt turned bright red. He even kicked off his pants and briefs.
Penny was giving the show her rapt attention with a great big smile on her face indicating that she certainly approved of the punishment just like my kid sister did many a time when I was getting it. Roscoe had to stand before her half naked to apologize, she beamed even more although I had not thought that was possible. Finally when Roscoe was standing with his nose up against a tree she gave his butt a touch and feigned being burnt jumping back and yelling “RED-HOT!” and then giggling.
I guess all of that is common place but I reacted strongly. Like Penny, I loved what was happening and I was pleasuring my hard shaft. The strange thing was I imagining that I, not Roscoe, was being held down over Mr. Steinhoff’s lap getting my butt roasted like I had when I was his age. My orgasm was fantastic.
I had the pleasure of witnessing Roscoe getting spanked a couple of times more and developed the habit of jerking off to the memory of the sight in the solitude of my bed.
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It was a hot day and I was sunning myself in the backyard. Roscoe and couple of his friends were frocking in the backyard play pool and Mr. Steinhoff was supervising them. He was displeased at how Roscoe was behaving and summoned him for a spanking. This was the closest I’ve been and I could see more details than I could from my window.
Naturally with everything enhanced – it was like switching from an early B&W film to the latest high res color giant screen – so were my reactions. My old saggy swim briefs immediately tented and, forgetting where I was, my hand was instantly inside stroking my rod. Of course, I was starting intensely at the spanking target turning red.
Mr. Steinhoff noticed and felt it required condemnation. He summoned me. Then he sternly lectured me on how inappropriate my behavior was to stare at a child being spanked. That said he added that I was a pervert for getting erect and that indicated I wanted to be spanked.
I was dumbfounded and embarrassed. I did not even know how to apologize or explain so I stood there like a dummy. Mr. Steinhoff was not so taken back and quickly acted forcefully. In a second he sat down and pulled me over his lap. The spanks lashed down hard and fast and painfully. I felt like I was a young teen again and over my father’s lap getting a well-deserved spanking. I was howling as well.
Then it got worse.
Mr. Steinhoff paused spanking me and yanked down my swim briefs. After another few spanks he said “FLIP-FLOP”. I had kicked mine off and one of the boys must have handed it to him for the next spank was an order of magnitude more painful when he used it.
And used it he did. Many hard, painful spanks later I had been reduced to a bawling little boy. I also lost my proud erection emphasizing my demotion. Roscoe and his friend dragged me to a tree and soon I was doing corner time with my nose up against the trunk.
When I was released I ran back to my hovel in shame not wanting to be seen by anyone.
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It was a couple of weeks later on my midweek day off. I called Mr. Steinhoff and received permission to use the play pool nude since Roscoe had some team event and Penny was being taken by her mother to the dentist and then to a movie.
The temperature soared even higher than the prediction but I was delightfully cool in the play pool when Roscoe and his best friend showed up as their game had been canceled. After they had stripped and were about to get in, I made a bad joke. “Come on in, baldies, the water’s great.”
“Not funny. Not funny at all.” retorted Roscoe as they hopped in. What I did not see was that Mr. Steinhoff had returned early and heard me as he headed for the house from his car.
When he came out a few minutes later I found out that he agreed with Roscoe that it was not funny but very naughty and childish. It was obvious that he was going to punish me – again.
I was made to bend over the picnic table and grip the far side. It was his not his hand nor even the flip-flop this time but a heavy leather belt that he employed to thrash my sorry rump. I very quickly lost track of how many cuts he gave me but it hurt terribly and I howled like a boy being beaten.
Enveloped by the pain I lost track of things for a bit until I realized that somehow I was laying on the table. Mr. Steinhoff was doing something to my pubic area which hurt a bit. I tried to sit up but the boys held me down. “That should keep you from making nasty comments for a while.” said Mr. Steinhoff. The boys agreed laughingly.
I then looked and saw that my pubes were gone. I was as bald as a little boy and he explained he had used an epilator so that I would look like the boy I behaved as. Of course, there was not any undoing the plucking and I got back into the pool with the other bald boys to cool off my red-hot butt.
Shortly after Penny and Mrs. Steinhoff returned. She sent Penny to put on her bathing suit and explained that the theater’s air conditioning had failed. She also inquired if I was nude and Mr. Steinhoff explained that I was but it was OK for Penny to see me as I was just another hairless boy with a freshly spanked, hot red booty.
When Penny appeared it was obvious that she was an early bloomer and she looked me over carefully before saying: “Oh, you’re hairless like my brother and smaller too but your red butt shines brighter. I though you would have hair since you are so old but I see that you’re still a little boy.” Not only was it terribly embarrassing but her words hurt.
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You would think that I would have been furious at having lost my pubes and spanked and I was at first. But more happened for Mr. Steinhoff gave me a stern lecture that more improper behavior would result in my being spanked for if I acted like a boy I would be treated as one. It would be better if I called him Uncle and switch back to basic white briefs which would help me to remember my place. Uncle sounded a lot like my late father.
That night I realized Uncle was right and I needed a father figure to feel safe. I let it rest a couple of days then I got some TW’s and spoke with Uncle.
He took charge with rules and promises of spanking for misbehavior.
Another of the apartment’s extra was revealed after Penny observed that I was just a little boy like her brother. One example will suffice. One day she brought my mail and just barged in when I was naked. I put my hands over my junk but she laughed. “No need to try to cover up for I’ve seen your little pee-pee and red-hot bottom. Your place is a mess and you should be spanked for that. Next time I’ll bring my hairbrush and here’s your mail.”
She reminded me of my dear sister who was just as bossy at that age and actually did spank me before she became a teen. I have a premonition that it’s very likely to happen (which sounds dreadful but exciting).
So my little apartment’s extra is ‘a family’.
Life is better now.