Short Stories V

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Spanking by my Uncle and Cousins

Date for the Movie


Spanking by my Uncle and Cousins


When I was 13 and was in Alabama visiting my grandmother on the farm, my uncle suggested that I spend a few days with them, which sounded great because he had daughters about my age and the farm was boring me to death.

His daughters were ages 12, 15 and 16 we had been friends as well as cousins for years, so I looked forward to a few days with them. The second night at their house I got into an argument with uncle John and it ended with him taking my pants off, baring my bottom and using a strap to blister my backside in front of the girls. This was embarrassing and very painful, but Uncle John saw no problem with the punishment, because he thought I needed it.

The next day he left the four of us alone during the day, but made it clear that the 16 year old was in charge and we were to follow her directions. By lunch I was tired of listening to her give orders and told her so in no uncertain terms, at which time she told me that I was due for a spanking and that she was going to give me one. I fought her off until she called her sisters and the three of them bent me over a chair held me down and removed my pants and underpants. She then got my uncles belt and whipped my behind until it was raw. When she was finished and I was crying like a little kid the other two girls took turns turning me over their knees and spanking my bare behind. This was especially embarrassing when the 12 year old spanked me.

I spent a week with my uncle and during that time he spanked me three more times, and the girls spanked me another 3 or 4 times when he wasn’t around. My uncle did not reserve the spankings for me alone, during my stay I saw him blister his two younger girls bare behinds at least twice. It was exciting being spanked by these three sisters, painful but exciting.

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Date for the Movie


When I was 14 and a freshman in high school I had a girlfriend named Judy, and I had a date to take her to a double feature movie on a Friday night. My dad dropped me off at her house around 5:30 and I was going to walk her three blocks to the theater for the 6:00 show, and dad would pick me up at her house at 9:30 when the movie was over.

When I went into her house Judy and her dad were arguing about something and he told her the date was off, because she was grounded. Judy got really upset and told him he did not have the right to call off our date and he responded by spinning her around and giving her 5 swats on the seat of her pants. I jumped in and said that he did not have any reason to hit her and he turned on me and told me to shut up and sit down.

He grabbed Judy by the hand and led her to a straight chair near the kitchen and shook her good before pulling her pants down to her ankles.

About this time Judy’s two younger sisters came in to see what was going on and her dad sent the 10 year old for a hairbrush, while the 11 year old was told to remove Judy’s shoes pants and underpants.

When the hairbrush arrived I could see a very large old style wooden hairbrush that looked very worn. Judy’s dad wasted no time and it sounded like a shot (CRACK!) when he applied it to Judy’s bare behind.

Judy hollered and arched her back and her legs straightened out and she had a huge red mark on her behind. As soon as she relaxed her dad continued with rapid fire swats of the hairbrush (CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!). He kept this up for at least 5 minutes (CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!) and Judy was now just sobbing like a baby and wincing with each swat he delivered.

When he was finished Judy lay across his lap sobbing with her entire behind the color of a fire truck. Her dad then sent her to stand in the corner where she stood crying and trying to rub the pain away from her behind. I got up to leave and her dad stopped me and said that I had encouraged her to talk back to him so I should learn my lesson too. He pulled me over to the chair, unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants down and turned me over his knee. He then had the 11 year old take off my shoes, pants and after he pulled them down my underpants. There was almost no pause before the first swat with the hairbrush (CRACK!) followed by a shower of swats (CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!,CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!) that lasted for what seemed forever and left me sobbing just like Judy. When he had finished I was made to stand in the corner next to Judy and the girls were told to keep an eye on us.

About 20 minutes later I had stopped crying but was still trying to rub the fire out on my behind when the doorbell rang and 5 girls came in to play a board game with Judy’s sisters. (It turned out that they had called their friends to come over to see us after the spanking.) Their dad told them to set up the game in the living room where they could keep an eye on us and the girls did a lot of giggling about how red our behinds were and about what else they could see.

At 7:30 Judy’s dad came back into the room and told the girls that they had to leave by 8:00 and then he led Judy to the chair turned her back over her knee and proceeded to apply the hairbrush again. This spanking lasted as long as the first one and when he was finished her behind was a deep purple and she could barely stand in the corner. He then grabbed my hand and repeated the process until my behind was on fire and I was sobbing like a baby.

At 8:00 he sent the neighborhood girls home and sent his younger daughters up to Judy’s mom to get their baths. A couple of minutes later he sent Judy up and then he decided that I should get a bath too.

When I arrived in the bathroom the three girls were in the tub and their mom was preparing to wash them. She told me to take off my shirt and get into the tub and I hesitated which resulted in her sitting down on the toilet and turning me over knee and applying 12 swats to my extremely sore behind.

I got into the tub and watched her soap up a wash cloth and wash each of the girls thoroughly, before rinsing and toweling them off. When it became my turn she had me stand up and she scrubbed me all over with the three girls watching, especially when she washed my privates.

The girls were sent to bed and I was made to stand in the living room corner naked until 9:00 when I was allowed to get dressed and wait for my dad to pick me up. But before I left, Judy’s dad told me that he expected me to be back at his house in the morning around 9:00. Dad asked how my date went and I said OK, but I had a lot of trouble sitting down in the car on the way home.

The next morning I got dressed after observing my very red behind in the bathroom mirror and rode my bike over to Judy’s house as I was told. The bike ride was tiring, because I could not sit down to ride. When I arrived, Judy was standing in the corner waiting for me and there were 8 or 9 neighborhood girls playing with her sisters in the other room. Her dad told me to come in and sit down then he took Judy’s pants off again and gave her a spanking with the hairbrush that if anything was harder and longer that the ones we had received the night before. Her sister’s friends came in to watch the spanking and thought it was neat seeing how red a 14 year olds behind got and how hard she cried.

When he was finished with Judy it was my turn and he took my pants off turned me over his knee and gave me one of the longest and hardest spankings I have ever had. (CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!).

When he was finished blistering my behind, he took off my shirt and left me standing naked next to Judy in the corner of the living room in front of these younger girls who really enjoyed the spanking and seeing me, all of me. I was allowed to get dressed and go home at 11:30, but Judy was being turned over his knee again as I left and even outside a block away I could hear the distinct sound of her being spanked (CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!) as I rode away from her house, getting a lot of knowing smiles and waves from her neighbors.

I realized as I heard her being spanked that it had been warm for a few weeks and that all the windows in Judy’s house were open, so the spankings we received last night must have entertained the entire neighborhood during dinner and then again this morning. This coupled with the talkative young witnesses to all of these spankings made it clear to everyone in the neighborhood who had been spanked at Judy’s house.

On Monday after school Judy and I found a private place in the park where we could lower our pants and compare how red both of our behinds still were. We then took a few minutes trying to rub the soreness out of each other’s behinds and to touch other places, but it didn’t help and we eventually went home.

I had trouble sitting down for over a week.

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