Spanked By Cousin Mike

Author : Martin

My name is Martin and I thought you might like to hear about my very first spanking.  It was when I was 15 years old – 7 years ago and it went like this.

I lived with my parents in a small village in Cornwall, England and one Saturday we went round to my uncle’s house for dinner.  I went upstairs to my cousin’s room to play on his computer, as I usually did when we were round there.  My cousin was 18 and on the school and village rugby teams, so he was quite a well built lad.  Whilst looking for a particular computer game I stumbled across his porn videos, I put one on and settled I to enjoy the rest of the afternoon. 

After dinner my parents and I went home and I thought nothing more of it.  The next day I got a phonecall from Mike (my cousin) asking me to meet him at the village rugby pavilion because he had something he wanted to show me.  Intrigued I walked the short distance from my house to the pavilion, Mike and I had fooled around with each other before so I wondered if that was what he had in mind.

I got down to the pavilion and Mike was waiting there on the bench.  We greeted each other and he led me into the little room adjacent to the pavilion, turned the light  on and shut the door.

“So what have you got to show me then Mike”? I asked.  With that he turned around and dropped his jeans and boxer shorts, revealing a heavily welted pair of ass cheeks.

“Ouch” I said in sympathy, “what did you do to deserve that?”  He turned to face me and pulled his boxers and jeans back up before saying that his dad had found his the porn video I had left next to the VCR in his room. I apologised and said that it was a rough deal. He then told me that he would be getting the same thing  every night for the next 6 nights.  Well, I couldn’t apologise enough, and asked if there was anything I could do to make it up to him.

He leant past me and locked the door, pulled a chair into the centre of the room and sat on it whilst beckoning me over.  Before I knew what he was doing I had my arm twisted up behind my back and was pulled down over his knees with my young butt poking up into the air.  I tried to struggled out of his grip but he twisted my arm a bit harder and told me that I wasn’t going anywhere until I’d taken my fair share of the punishment.

With that he proceeded to spank my ass with this hand over my jeans and I noticed that it didn’t really hurt all that much.  Foolishly I thought this was going to be easy, I had no idea that he was just starting up on me.  He spanked my butt firmly for about 5 minutes over my jeans then told me to stand up.  I stood there trying to look sheepish and sorry but couldn’t help letting a sly little grin creep across my face.  Next thing I knew I was being ordered to take my belt off and drop my jeans.  I refused, so Mike did it for me.  With one hand he held my arms in place and with the other unsnapped the buckle on my belt, pulled it out of the loops and then yanked my jeans down to my ankles.  I couldn’t believe I was stood there in my white boxers about to go over my cousin’s knee for a spanking, I was so embarrassed. 

Anyway, back over I went and he proceeded to turn my tender young ass a rosy red colour.  I couldn’t believe how much more it hurt without the jeans there.  I was wriggling and squirming on his lap and letting out little yelps and cries of pain when he hit the same spot more than twice in a row.  Somewhere in the back of my mind I must have been getting pretty turned on by all of this because my cock was rock hard in my boxers and I concentrated on the feel of it rubbing against Mike’s leg to try and ease that pain I was now feeling in my butt.  After 10 minutes he pulled the legs of my boxers right up into my asscrack and gave me a few stinging slaps on my bare ass, God it hurt.

I was stood up again and this time he didn’t even bother telling me to drop my boxers, he just hooked his thumbs over the waistband and yanked them down.  I felt so embarrassed to be standing there naked with a raging hardon and a very red and sore ass, but Mike didn’t seem to notice my cock.  He got up off the chair and instructed me to kneel on it and place my hands on the back of the chair.  He said that I was now going to get a real bare bottom spanking and that it would be one that I wouldn’t forget in a hurry.  He told me that my hands were to stay firmly on the back of the chair and that if they moved off it I would get extra punishment.  Then he spanked my bare butt for what seemed like an age, the pain was incredible and I really didn’t appreciate how much protection my flimsy cotton boxers had provided for my tender rear end.  It could only have lasted for about five minutes, but it was more than enough to make me scream out like the fires of hell were searing my butt (I thought they were!!)

He finished spanking me with his hand and I went to get up, thinking that it was all over now and I could go.

“Who said you could get up Martin? GET BACK OVER THAT CHAIR AND KEEP YOUR HANDS ON THE BACK OF IT.” I was so shocked that I jumped back onto the chair before I realised what I was doing.  My already fiery red buttcheeks sticking out into the centre of the room.  Mike went to his rucksack and pulled out a bath brush, the long wooden kind that you had to use to get your back really clean.  He told me I was to get 20 swats with it and I had to count each one of them out.  Well, I looked over my shoulder just in time to see him raise his right arm and then bring down hard onto my exposed ass.  I heard the crack as it landed a split second before I felt it, and boy did I feel it.  I let the out the most incredible yell and almost fell off the chair.  The pain seared its way up through my body until my butt felt like it really was on fire, then came the second stroke, this time on the opposite cheek, again I yelled out so loud that the people of the village must have wondered what was going on.  By the time he got to 7 I was sobbing like a baby and begging him to stop, promising I’d do anything if he would only stop smacking me.  He didn’t respond at all, just kept up the steady swatting rhythm until he’d got to 20.  By now I was openly crying and the tears were streaming down my face.  I prayed to every god I could think of that he was finished and that my butt wouldn’t be getting anymore punishment, but he just said

“Nearly finished now Martin, just got to put the finishing touches to this particular work of art!” 

Then he picked up my thick black leather belt, folded it double and rested it on my ass.  I was begging him wildly not to belt me with it but he just told me to prepare myself for it and take it like a man.  I gripped the back of that chair so hard that I stopped the circulation in my hands and my knuckles had turned a bright white.  I heard the swish of the belt through the air and then the crack as it landed, then my bum exploded in pain and I forgot everything from that moment on.  I was in absolute agony and wanted nothing more than to crawl away and die under a bush somewhere.  I got 9 more lashes with the belt and by the time he had finished I was a quivering wreck.  I stood up and looked at him with complete hatred in my eyes, I could not believe that the one person I admired and respected the most in the whole wide world had just put me through that.  As I looked at him he said

“Now you know what I’m going to be feeling for the next 6 nights”.  I noticed a tear in his eyes and just threw my arms around him for a big hug, apologising all the time for getting him into this trouble.

I never got spanked by Mike again, but I occasionally need reminding of that lesson by getting the belt applied to my bare behind.