Spanked By My Uncle

Spanked By My Uncle

Last summer, my brother-in-law and sister have been fighting alot and
were discussing getting a divorce. There were the parents of two
boys. They decided on a trial serparation, however there jobs required
them to travel extensively. My parents who usually took care of my
nephews if my brother-in-law or sister were away on business were
heading on an 8 week motor home journey across the United States. My
sister asked me if I could take care of her son's when she was away on
business.
My nephews Tommy (14
years old) and Eric (16 years old) were good kids, but were typical
teenagers. There idea of a typcial summer day was getting up at 11am,
eating, playing video games until the afternoon, eating some more,
finally taking a shower, heading out for about 6 hours of
rollerblading, eating, playing more video games, watching movies and
finally ending the day around 2 in the morning after some final video
games and eating. As you can see, they had no ambition to work. They
thought "life was a picnic."
I had always believed they needed
some structure and discipline in thier lives. Both my brother-in-law
and sister gave them anything they wanted and never required them to
help around the house or do chores. Their reasoning... "There live's
were miserable growing up. Each of them was the oldest of their
families and they said that they were required to do ALL of the
chores." So they let there kids have it easy. I knew they were never
punished as I had been growing up. Tommy had received numerous F's
during the school year and barely passed 8th grade and maybe he would
be grounded or lose his rollerblades for a week. Howeve, I never
butted in, but I always thought that a boot in the arse was needed.

It was agreed that they would stay with me from Sunday evening
until Friday. They would spend the weekend with their mother or
father, switching off between them.
The first week went
relatively smooth. I had sat down with them the first night and gone
over some basic rules - I was not going to be their maid. I would be
home each night to make dinner, but it was their responsibility make
their beds each day, put all dirty clothes in the hamper, make their
own breakfast and lunch and keep my house clean. They would be given a
short list of chores (i. e. take out trash, mow lawn, water garden,
etc.) that they would be responsible for and would be paid $10 at the
end of the week. Since there had been so much fighting in thier
house, I didn't want to go overboard.
They agreed and things went
pretty smoothly the first week.
By the second week, they were
forgetting to do the chores and my house was beginning to look a bit
sloppy. I would come home at 6pm and find them in their boxers or
sweats playing video games.

They would look at me and say "We just lost track of time."
I was
beginning to lose my patience and had numerous discussions with them.

I took Eric aside and told him, "Eric, you are the oldest and I
expect you to lead by example. If Tommy sees you picking up after
yourself or doing your chores, he'll probaly follow. "I looked at
Tommy and said, "I expect more out of you and am asking you both of
you for the last time to shape up or else. This is is your final
warning."
I came home the next night and couldn't believe my
eyes! It was if the boys had used every pot, pan and dish out of the
cupboards to make lunch. Nothing was clean. The milk had been left
out. The refrigerator door was partially open. I went upstairs and
looked in there room's. In Tommy's room, the bed wasn't made and
there were clothes all over place. Eric's room looked even worse! In
the bathroom, there were towels on the floor, toothpaste on the sink
and floor and the shower looked like it hadn't been cleaned in weeks.

Finally, I had had it. That was the final straw. I was pissed!

"Tommy! Eric! Come with me." I led them down to the basement and
informed them that the discussions were over. The threats were over.

"Nothing seems to work. It seems you need to learn your lesson the
hard way." Neither was aware of what I had in mind.
"You've
gotten away with everything but murder with your parents. You are
under my authority and I've decided that each of you need's to be
disciplined."
Eric looks at me and say "Uncle Marc, we promise to
start following your rules and..."
"Too late! Tonight, each of
you will receive a spanking."
Two wide-eye, mouth open boys
stared me in disbelief. I was seated on the sofa. I had decided since
this was their first spanking, I would take it easy on them. It would
not be with a paddle or on the bare ass, but it would get their
attention. Strictly an OTK hand spanking.
"Uncle Marc, your going
to spank us?
"That's right, Tommy. I'm going to spank you and
Eric."
Our parents have never spanked us." says Tommy.
"And
look at you... your lazy spoiled brats! This has been coming for a
long time."
You're going take off your shirt and pants, bend over
my lap, and I'm going to spank the living daylights out of you."

They weren't going to be the first I had ever spanked. I've had a few
guys over who've enjoyed a good hard OTK bare-ass spanking or paddling
as foreplay to _s_e_x_, but Tommy and Eric were going to be the first
to receive a spanking from me as a punishment.

"Tommy, come here." He looks over at Eric and stands completely still.
I get up from the sofa, grab him by his right ear and walk him over to
the sofa. "Pull down your pants to your ankles."
Tommy was scared
and visibly shaking.
"Either you pull down your pants or I
do... and if I do, you won't be sitting for a week! Eric, you might as
well pull down your pants too, save us the time. Oh, and take your
shirts off too."
They both followed my instructions. Tommy is
standing in front of me with no shirt on, his jeans around his ankles
and wearing a pair of striped boxers. As Eric is taking off his shirt,
I take Tommy over my knees and give him the final lecture. "You didn't
take me serious, I hope for your sake in the future you do."
I
place my right leg over his legs to prevent him from kicking and
firmly grabbed his right wrist. He is no position to move and his butt
is ready for the punishment. I begin by giving him 10 quick slaps
switching between his right and left cheek. SLAP!! SPANK!! SLAP!!
SPANK!! SLAP!! SPANK!! SLAP!! SPANK!! SLAP!! SPANK!!
"Owwwww!
Please stop Uncle Marc, I promise to be good."
I spanked him so
quickly, and with such force, that within seconds - seconds! I'm sure
Tommy's ass was a glowing pink.
I caught a glimpse of Tommy's face a few times. He was more
howling than crying, but there were tears streaming down his cheeks
now.
I continuted with the
spanking. They weren't slow, measured strokes, either. I spanked him
hard and quick. Blow after blow after blow landed across Tommy's butt.

SPANK!! SMACK!! SPANK!! SMACK!! SPANK!! SMACK!! SPANK!! SMACK!!

Tommy struggled, but I held him firmly and continued.
Finally, I stopped. Tommy was lay over my
knees with tears coming flowing down his cheeks. He kept repeating
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll be a good boy..."
I told him to go
stand in the corner. I watched him walk over to the corner rubbing his
very sore backside.
I looked over to Eric who was standing about
5 feet from me wearing nothing but his grey Tommy Hilfiger boxers. His
5'10" 150# frame was only about 2 inches shorter and 25 pounds lighter
than me, but he looked very timid and scared from what he had just
witnessed.
"Get over my knee." I ordered, grasping Eric's arm and
urging him down.
He was bent over my knees and lay with his nose
a few inches from the carpet, a position I had was very used to when I
was his age. I wrapped my left hand around his waist and positioned
his ass for the spanking.
Eric lay perfectly still across my
legs. SMACK!! I slapped his right asscheek with full force.

SMACK!! SPANK!! He made a small "Ugggh" noise.
SMACK!! SMACK!!
SMACK!! SMACK!! As I did on Tommy, I alternated from cheek to cheek.

My hand was sore from giving the
boys a spanking, but I didn't let that stop me from giving them there
due punishment.
I could tell Eric
was trying to act macho in front of his brother and not cry or beg for
me to stop. SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!
Finally, he couldn't take it
anymore and cried out "Ow!" SPANK!! "Please, Uncle Marc!" SMACK!!
SPANK!! SMACK!!
I held
him firmly with his strong left arm and kept him squarely centered to
receive punishing whack after whack.
SPANK!! SMACK!! He was
crying, begging for me to stop.
I paid no attention to his
begging, I continued with the tired and stinging palm of my hand
against his backside.
SPANK!! SMACK!! SPANK!! SMACK!! SPANK!!
SMACK!! SPANK!! SMACK!!
Slowly the hollering changed to pleading,
then begging him for me to stop. SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!
He
promised to be good and obey all the rules. I'm sure he would have
promised anything to get me to stop spanking him. I'm sure his ass
reallly hurt. SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! I looked over at Tommy and saw
him peeking over his shoulder catching a glimse of his older brother
getting spanked.
As I
continued with the assault on the Eric's very sore backside, I told
him, "Eric your the oldest, I expected more from you! You've
disappointed me."
"I'm sorry Uncle
Marc... pleasssssssse stop." cried out Eric.
I decided to make an
example of Eric. I stopped with spanking him and realized I had
forgotten my paddle. I reached down to Eric's pants and pulled out his
belt from his jeans. "Eric, stand up. Tommy, come over here and see
what you can expect if you ever leave my house in this condition
again."
"Eric, bend over the arm of the sofa. Maybe a good
whipping will help you remember to clean-up after yourself!"

"No-o-o-o-o, please Uncle Marc, I've learned my lesson. I promise to
do my chores."
I paid no attention to his begging. I firmly
grabbed his arm and positioned him over the sofa. I folded the leather

belt in half. The belt was about 2" wide and probaly 1/4 thick
folded. I looked at Eric, tears that were already flowing down his
cheeks and his his underwear-clad ass which was quivering. I reached
back and...
and the belt landed
directly on his tender backside. "O-W-W-W-W!!" screamed Eric.
"OWWWW Please no more!!!!OOOOOHHH!!" Eric screamed as the
sharper, more vicious pain of the belt cutting into his buttocks.

CRACK!! He was crying and sobbing. CRACK!! He was pleading with me,
"Please stop!", "Please, sir!" "Uncle Marc, I'm sorry!" but the belt
landed again and again. And again. CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!!
The
only sound in the room was a long wail of "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm
sorry!" and the SWISH!! of belt in the air and the CRACK!! of the belt
across Eric's butt.
I stopped after 15 and told Eric and Tommy,
"Put your clothes on and meet me upstairs."
Tommy, quickly put on
his jeans. Eric just stayed where he was, rubbing his sore
backside. As I was heading upstairs, I looked over at Eric and saw him
pull down his boxers to reveal a very red butt with some black and
blue welts where the belt had landed. A smile came across my
face... "Hmmmm, a job well done" I said quietly.
I gave each of
the boys some lotion to rub on their backsides and a long hug when
they arrived upstairs. I told them that I loved them very much, but
they had pushed the envelope too far and each agreed they had deserved
what they got.
Needless to say, after the punishment, the boys
spent the next 3 hours cleaning the kitchen, the bathroom and their
bedrooms. I'm sure they knew I meant business from now on, however,
during the summer, there were some more sessions just like this one.

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My parents met while my father was in the army and stationed in Germany. I was born in the US but by the time I was in 5th grade my parents separated. Things got hectic, and my mother and I moved back to Germany and moved in with her brother.
It was a big old house near Berlin and I hated it. I spoke no German and none of my mother’s family spoke English. My uncle Max and his wife Greta had three kids, all older than me – two girls and a boy, who was the oldest.
It wasn’t long before I found out how harsh and mean these people were. I didn’t understand a word they said at the beginning but they would scream at there kids and beat them unmercifully. My Aunt Greta not only smacked the children’s faces but would also spank them not only in front of each other, but also in front of other family members, including me.
Aunt Greta used a strap that I later found out was a razor strop from my uncle’s barber shop. I’m not sure but I think my male cousin was 15 and the two girls 14 and 12, or thereabouts. The first few times they were punished, mother made me leave the room and I only heard their cries. My uncle would strap them sometimes but it was mostly my aunt who beat them.
My mother worked most days and finally one day when she was out my aunt spanked her son in front of me and one of the girls. I had never witnessed corporal punishment before and couldn’t believe it when she made him take off his pants and underwear.
I don’t recall what my cousin was being punished for, but Aunt Greta made him bend over the kitchen table and beat his bare butt with this strap. By the time she was done, his entire rear was red. He was then made to sit at the table, naked from the waist down, for more than an hour.
It wasn’t like this stuff happened all the time, but as time went on I not only saw my male cousin beaten again but also the two girls. Both my aunt and uncle would beat them bare bottom and didn’t seem to care who witnessed it.
The girls were also forced to sit in the chair after their punishments, again with nothing covering their lower body. I felt sorry for them but I have to admit, I enjoyed seeing the girls’ privates. Both of them had pubic hair, and when they were bent over the table I could see not only see their vaginas but also their anus.
My mother did spank me sometimes over the years but never subjected me to that type of humiliation. My aunt and uncle never beat me but had no qualms about me seeing them strap their own children.
The strangest thing was how brutally they were beaten. It had to be embarrassing for them, knowing I was watching, as they were reduced to tears. Even my boy cousin, who was older was completely dominated by his parents.
I was very shy at that time and remember being embarrassed even if the girls saw me in my underwear. I saw all my cousins completely naked many times, but none of them seemed overly embarrassed by it. They also saw me naked sometimes – but by contrast, I was always horrified when they did, even when it was my male cousin or my aunt and uncle. I could never understand how anyone could treat their own kids with such disrespect.
My mother and I lived there for two years until we got our own apartment. During that time, other family members witnessed my cousins being beaten a number of times. It didn’t matter if other family members were there, male or female. My cousins were still forced to to remove their pants and underwear.
They were afforded no modesty whatsoever and would have to sit half naked on that kitchen chair, sometimes with several other relatives nearby. I could see they were humiliated by it and tried their best to cover themselves with their hands. I could also see how much pain they were in and as old as my male cousin was, he still openly cried when he was beaten.
Of course, my mother also saw this happen. I gather she didn’t approve of it but there was little she could do. Actually, my mother and aunt didn’t get along very well and I think that is why we moved when we did.
We came back to New Jersey when I was 18 and over the years I have become closer to my father. Over a recent July 4 holiday I saw one of my girl cousins for the first time in 15 years. She, her husband and kids visited my mother for a few days. She doesn’t speak English well but I was able to talk to her in German.
We never mentioned the beatings she was subjected to but did recall some of the good times we had. I never forget those years I spent at my uncle and aunt’s house – or the terrible way they treated their kids.
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