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An Uncle Contemplates Spanking His Nephew

Sandy sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. His young nephew Jimmy stood in the corner of the room with his shoulders going up and down. The boys was crying quietly.

Jimmy's pants and underpants had been taken down for cornertime and rested in a crumple on the boy's shoes.

Sandy's sister had been growing more and more desperate in her attempts to rein in her twelve year old.

"Ever since my fucking brother-in-law took a hike, the boy has been going to pieces," Sandy thought to himself. "Look at that kid. He can be such a menace one minute, but now that I've got him prepared for punishment, he's breaking my heart."

Sandy put his hands on his knees and sat forward in the chair he had pulled up right behind the boy.

"I know this is a hard time for the kid, but I can't let him run amok just because his dad is out of the picture. I'm the nearest thing to a father he's got; it's my duty to tame him! Look at his little butt cheeks clenching and unclenching, the kid's thinking about the licking I've got to give him. It's hard to take a spanking from your uncle when you're twelve, but I have to do it. I told Jimmy he'd get whaled the next time he cut school, and he's got to know that there's still a man in his life that's gonna hold him to task.

'I'll give him another five minutes to think about what's coming and then I'll get it over with.

'Should I use my hand or the hairbrush? I've never spanked the kid with the hairbrush,but I know that's what his father used. No! I'm just gonna use my hand; it's big enough and hard enough, and I don't want the kid to feel like I'm using a weapon on him. Damn, I love the little guy so much; this is killin' me."

"Uncle Sandy," Jimmy said, struggling to gulp back his tears, "are you going to spank me soon?"

"Jimmy! Didn't I tell you to keep your mouth shut. I'll tell you when I'm gonna spank you. When I want to spank ya, I'll spank ya, and if I want you to stand in the corner and be quiet, you'll do that. Just be quiet and stand there!"

Jimmy hiccuped and kept crying quietly.

"I can't stand this. I'll count to fifty and then I'll just do it! One....."

Sandy counted to fifty; by thirty he was counting fast.

"Jimmy, turn around and come over to me. Right here." Sandy separated his knees and pointed to a spot right between them. The boy shuffled over and stood there, head down, still crying. He kept his hands clasped in front of him to hide his penis.

"You know why you're getting this spanking, son?" Sandy asked his nephew.

"....(hiccup) cutting school," Jimmy sniffed.

"Cutting school and giving mom a hard time. So now I am going to give you a hard time. You understand?"

Jimmy looked up at his uncle with his tear-streaked face. "Don't...don't spank me Uncle Sandy. Please don't. I haven't had a spanking in four months."

"Too bad! You disobeyed! You didn't tell the truth! The best cure I know for those behaviors is not being able to put your backside in a chair for a couple of days.

'Okay, Jimmy, over my knee!" Sandy patted his left knee.

(I'll make this as easy as I can,) Sandy thought. (I'll just take his arm (like so) and ease him across my lap. Let me take his left hand and hold it (yes), he's only gonna reach around and try and cover himself. Oops, there, now he's in place.)

"Jimmy, this is going to be a good hard spanking to teach you never to cut school again." (God, he 's shaking like a leaf. Let me rub his back a little. I don't want him to have a breakdown; I just want to spank the crap
out of him.)

(Here goes.) Sandy held the boy's left hand tightly in his own, at the small of his back. Then he raised his palm over his nephew's bottom. (Jeez, the kid's got such a cute bubble butt, I hate to smack it, but a man's gotta do, what a man's gotta do.)

SMACK!

(Damn, he sure bounced with that wallop.)

SPANK!

(Two handprints, one on each cheek. He's starting to tear up, I can tell.)

SMACK!

"Tell me why you're getting spanked, Jimmy!"

SPANK!

"Ooow, Uncle Sandy!! Because I cut school."

SMACK!

"....And!" (He's gotta be completely articulate about this. His little tush is starting to get pretty pink.

SPANK!

"....And, because I didn't obey. Ooh. Please, Uncle San....."

SMACK!

"OW!"

"That's not all, Jimmy. Why else?"

SPANK!

"Ow, please stop!"

SMACK!

"Because I li----ed! Oooh, it hurts!"

SPANK!

"And what happens to be boys that lie to their uncles?" Sandy asked cooly.

SMACK!

Jimmy bounced and cried out. "Ow! Ow! (sob) It hurts. They get spanked, Un...cle Sandy."

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

"Aaah! Oooh! Uncle Sandy, daddy! No more!"

SMACK!

"Are you ever, ever going to cut school again?"

SPANK!

"NO! NO! Stop, Uncle Sandy!"

(The kid's ass is turning red, but I think I should go on a little more!)

SMACK!

"Will you obey me!"

SPANK!

"Ow! Ow! Oweee! (sob) (sob) Pleeaseeee. no more. Yeeeeesss!"

(He's almost there! His poor little butt is hot, but I've got to break that willful spirit of his.)

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

(Oop! That did it! Now the kid's howling down the walls. Only a little more and he's got it.!)

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

"Will you obey your mother?!"

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

(He's gone limp, he's giving those little shuddery sobs. Now it's time for the support and love. I'll stop spankin' him and let him know that I love him.)

Sandy stopped spanking the boy and lifted him up into his arms. Jimmy's pain had taken him to silent crying. He was limp in his Uncle's arms, his face buried in Sandy's chest.

Sandy held the hot, swollen bottom and let the boy cry it out. He rocked him a little and cupped his head with his other hand

"Sssh, champ! It's okay! It's okay! I love ya. Ssh, boy! Ssh!"

(I'm a total shit! But I had to teach him a lesson. God his little rumpus is hot!)

"C'mon Jimmy, Uncle Sandy's gonna put some lotion on your behind and put you to bed."

Jimmy continued to hold on to his Uncle Sandy with all the power of his twelve year old arms. (Aw! He's such a sweet kid. I'll hold him until he falls asleep. That shouldn't take long.)

When Jimmy fell asleep, Sandy picked him up and carried him into the bedroom. He tucked the boy into bed and looked down at him.

Sandy brushed his nephew's hair off of his face. Then he bent down and kissed the boy's forehead.

(I love ya, ya little stinker!) Sandy thought. Then he closed the light and tiptoed out of the room.