The Bicycle Incident

The Bicycle Incident

My fasciniation with spankings (other than school ) began to develop with an incident that took place when I was fourteen and was spending the weekend with my cousin and his folks. My cousin Tom was a little over one year older than I was and I had always looked up to him. Even at that young age, Tom possessed what could be called smoldering sexuality. Since we shared the same bedroom together whenever I stayed over, I had seen Tom naked many times, and had always admired his pale, smooth ass.

This particular Saturday, Tom playfullly swiped a bicycle from a kid that lived down the block. It was just supposed to have been a harmless prank, but Tom recklesly raced the bike out of control, across a ditch, and smacked into a neighbor's fence. The bike careened back into the street and was smashed by a car and ruined.

Tom was not hurt, but his mother made him phone his father (my uncle), who was at work that Saturday, to explain to him what had happened and why. After that phone call, Tom, in his usual cool manner, told me that his father was very angry with him at the moment but that it would all be OK.

That evening after work, my Uncle Fred went down the block to pay for the bike that Tom had so foolishly destroyed. Even back then bikes were not cheap, and I thought I detected a hint of ire in my uncle's eye. When we all sat down for dinner, Tom told me that the whole incident was forgottten.

Just as we were finishing our dinner, Uncle Fred solemnly announced that the incident wasn't over at all. He said that he and Tom had some "unfinished business" to attend to, and as soon as the dishes were washed, Tom was going to receive "a good old-fashioned spanking." Tom was shocked and went white, but there was more. Uncle Fred announced that I was to be present for the spanking, and was welcome to watch the proceedings!

Even though I was not the one to be spanked, I was so hot with embarrassment for Tom that I wanted to just disappear. I squirmed uncomfortably in the big chair in the corner of the den of their suburban home. I wasn't comfortable hearing my older cousin being lectured on responsibility. I remembered some of my own spankings at my house, and how mortified I would have been if anyone else had been there to watch. Then, in the midst of the lecture, when I wasn't even paying attention, Uncle Fred snapped, "Pull down your pants, Tom!" THAT sure got me watching though. Tom undid his jeans and dropped them to his knees. I looked at him in his snug white jockey shorts and white T-shirt. Tom had a lean, strong swimmer's body. Seeing him that way, especially his bottom, immediately made my dick hard.

Tom was then instructed to lean over the back of the sofa that was there. He pressed his body into that large piece of furniture, his chest falling forward across the seat back, his hands leaning against the seat cushions, and his masculine young ass elevated. Then Uncle Fred gripped the waistband of Tom's briefs and slid them all the way down in a quick motion until they were bunched up at the boy's knees along with his jeans. Tom shot a quick glance of me watching him, and then buried his face in the seat of the couch. I couldn't look away from his smooth, white ass cheeks, and my cock was straining in pain against the front of my own Levis.

Uncle Fred unbuckled the wide but thin black leather belt that was at his waist and slowly removed it. I remember the "slap-slap-slap" sound the belt made as it exited the belt loops all the way round his pants. My dick twitched involuntarily, and I felt dizzy at the thought of seeing my cousin's bare butt being beaten with a belt. Uncle Fred again lectured Tom about responsible behavior and Tom's misbehavior, and the consequences to be suffered.

When he got to the point about the consequences, Uncle Fred told Tom that the boy was going to receive fifteen hard whacks with the belt. As he raised the belt high, my uncle pressed his other hand down against the small of Tom's back, to hold the boy in place. The thin belt made a whistling noise and then cracked against the naked boyflesh. CRACK! Ripples of force from the blow jiggled Tom's bottom and I heard him cry out. I saw a red streak slowly appearing across Tom's ass.

Slowly and methodically my uncle administered each of the fifteen whacks across his son's bottom as promised. He swung the belt sharply, and the swats were hard and well-spaced. Once, when Tom tried to wiggle away from the searing pain that was attacking his poor helpless bottom, Uncle Fred paused and told Tom to either take what was coming to him or he would start over from the beginning. By the time he was done, the once white cheeks were criss-crossed with bright red streaks and welts were forming on Tom's bottom and upper legs. When the spanking was over, my uncle told Tom to get his clothes in order. Tom moved slowly and was keeping his back to me. As he tugged his underpants up his legs, he did so with a little hop, and I caught a glimpse of his dick. It was sticking out in front of him, straight as an arrrow, fully as stiff as mine was.

Almost as an afterthought, Uncle Fred told me that I was excused from the room. I rushed out of there quickly, not wanting either of them to see the bulge in my pants. I went directly to the bathroom and locked the door.

The moment I unzipped my jeans and freed my dick, the spanking began again inside my head. I saw Tom's bare ass, the belt, Uncle Fred's upraised hand, the red marks on the white flesh, the jiggling of Tom's bottom when the belt connected, and heard Tom's masculine yelps and cries. As soon as I had imagined all that, my cock exploded. A tremendous load of spunk shot from my cock. It pumped and pumped and I thought it was never going to quit shooting my load. I was in sheer ecstasy. The odor of cum hit my nostrils and I slumped to the bathroom floor, completely consumed by my orgasm.

After that night nobody mentioned the bike or the spanking ever again, but for years to come that spanking was on my mind every time that I saw my cousin Tom. In fact, it still is to this day, and I get a boner just by glancing at Tom's ass encased in those old faded Levis or Wranglers he now wears at his leisure. He has three sons of his own now, and he tears their asses up good with the board or the belt whenever the need arises.

Mike