Mother and I were getting along fine because dad, may he rest in peace, had planned well with good trusts and all that. We had a proper house, she had a job (which kept her from being a helicopter) and I was doing well as a sixteen-year-old tenth grader in the local high school.© Y Lee Coyote
Then came the sad event – grandmother passed. It was surprising only because she was caring for grandfather who had quite a number of issues. Mom went to stay with him until things could be sorted out. That left me hanging (so to speak) and it was decided that I should stay with my mother’s brother’s family so I could continue without interrupting school.
Uncle Scott’s family consisted of Aunt Rosalind and my two cousins – seventeen-year-old Chet and thirteen-year-old Tory. I would have a cot in Chet’s room. We were friendly so that was quite reasonable and, of course, I would still continue with my school and friends. Never in a million years would I have guessed how things would change. I thought that Tory was a regular kid although possibly a bit bossy and smart as a whip.
It was only after a couple of days that Uncle explained his rules for the boys living under his roof. It was all the obvious crap about rules and consequences of failure. I knew that my cousins were spanked although it was rarely talked about because they felt I couldn’t contribute being innocent in that regard.
Uncle then decreed that I should be spanked so that I should truly know what it was about. Need I say that I objected and insisted that I knew what a spanking was.
“That is not so, Jay. You only have an idea of what a spanking is. You need to feel one to know so that you want to avoid a real punishment spanking.” Uncle paused a bit but before I could say I did not earn one he continued. “I will give you just a few spanks so that you truly know. Now come over here and drop your jeans and undies.”
I hesitated.
“Would you prefer a real spanking for disobedience, Jay?”
I got the message. I stepped over to the spot he indicated and dropped my jeans. Then when I hesitated Uncle immediate;y yanked down my boxers and pulled me over his lap. My cousins were smirking.
Then I got the very first spank. The SPANK was loud and it definitely hurt. I managed to keep from yelling but grunted at the pain. He gave me another five and I realized I now had a whole improved first han…er…butt knowledge of spanking.
As I pulled up my jeans, Uncle told Chet to describe the event. “It was just a hint of a real spanking which is at least four times more spanks.” Tory concurred and added and maybe with a strap or paddle or something.
I rushed off to the bathroom and looked at my butt in the mirror. Quite red but only a little tender but it had been only a sample. I now understood a lot better the tails my cousins had told of being spanked. I was also thanked for the spanking show.
Just between us, Uncle was right about changing my understanding. Hopefully, I thought, that I’ll be back home before I learn what a real spanking is.
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My next experience with spanking was just a few days later. It was a no school day because of teacher conferences. We got from home after being with our friends early because the rains had come. Then when Tory came home he pounced on his big brother because today was the deadline Uncle had set for him to mow the lawn and now it was impossible because of the rain. The rules were clear about what missing the deadline meant.
“You want to get it over with or wait for dad, Chet?” asked Tory with a grin.
“Get it over with.”
Apparently he got the expected answer for instantly Tory said: “Gimme your belt and get into position.”
I watched bugeyed as Chet dropped his pants and boxers and leaned on his bed. Tory was playing with the belt and then he got also into position. He raised the belt and brought it down hard on his older brother’s upturned rump. I watched a wide red stripe start to form immediately.
“One, Sir. Thank you.”
I thought that my eyes would pop out as I watched and heard the count increase until “Sixteen, Sir. Thank you.”
“That’s enough, Chet, this time…” said my younger cousin to his big red-butt brother “…but next time it will be more.”
Tory left us and I queried Chet about all of this amazing show. He explained that (1) Tory doesn’t spank as hard as dad and (2) that dad will check that it was sufficient. (And that did happen when Uncle got home after work. He made a simple inspection, approved of the spanking and added a brief lecture.)
“So you guys spank each other all the time?” I asked.
“I wish! Tory never agrees and sneers at me for ‘copping out’. He only lets dad spank him which is ‘The natural and proper way.’ he insists.”
I had a lot of thinking to do after that.
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I guess I spent too much time worrying about getting spanked and by whom to tend to my studies and I funked a test. The rule was definite. I had earned a spanking. Now my worrying could be concentrated on the by whom part.
At dinner for just the three of us, because Uncle and Aunt were away for the weekend to attend an affair of a distant relative, Tory was perceptive enough to press me about school until I owned up to the failure. They tsked at me when they saw the great big red F blazoned on the test paper.
They were both in agreement that I was due a spanking and both were ready willing and able to do the job. They each also pointed out that declining his kind offer of assistance (yeah – assistance to beat my ass) would mean waiting and fretting about it until Uncle returned.
That put a new twist into the decision worry. But how to chose? I certainly did not want to wait the whole weekend so it had to be a cousin. Tory was small and weaker so his spanking would hurt less. Well, so I thought. That’s the same logic that Chet used to get it from his smaller brother rather than their larger father. Chet was disappointed but Tory was delighted at my decision.
Tory ordered me to strip below the waist and get over his lap while he sat on the chair. “It was very naughty of you not to study for the test boy. This is far more serious than not cutting the lawn so the spanking will be harder.” immediately followed by the painful contact with my tail. It was super painful and I yelled. That surely was not my young cousin’s hand.
It was quickly explained that was it was a neat little leather paddle which I already perceived was very evil and most effective. I knew that was very true as the second cut hit even harder on my other cheek. I managed to keep quiet for a few more whacks but Tory quickly overwhelmed me and I howled and started to sob. I felt ashamed my little cousin had broken me after I had resolved to be as brave as Chet had been.
That, alas, did not stop the thrashing. Over and over Tory brought that monstrous paddle down on my bare butt. Now I was yelling for each spank and blubbering like a little kid. This was far worse than Uncle’s little demonstration that proved I really didn’t know about spanking.
After a seeming eternity Tory stopped and helped me up. “No more slacking off at school, Jay.” he admonished me and left.
Chet was sympathetic and assured me that their bigger and stronger dad would have spanked me even harder. He took some pictures to show Uncle and put some soothing lotion on my flaming butt.
I immediately decided that I did not like being spanked and should avoid it as best as I can. I guess it should not have been a surprise that Tory started to tease me about not being a man like he did Chet for not get spanked by their Dad. Not surprisingly he noted “Anytime you need a spanking, Jay, I’m here for you.”