Lee Learns A Lesson

Lee Culvert had been a 'problem child' since adolescence. His English father

had married a Chinese lady whom he had met in Malaysia and there was no

doubt that his mixed blood had put a chip on Lees shoulder. His siblings had

all turned out just perfectly but Lee was in fights of his own making over

perceived slights all through school. He was a great kid, of average height

but with a good build as a result of his English boarding school's fondness

for rugby and games. He had all the benefits of both gene pools, thick black

hair, youthful baby face and a butt to die for, when he walked it seemed the

firm cheeks had a life of their own.. He had been at the end of the last

generation of Brits to experience corporal punishment at school but he had

felt the crack of a cane across his trousers on four separate occasions and

he could tell you, to this day, how many strokes he had had each time. His

parents never disciplined him. Academically he was a handful. Bright as a

button in everything he was interested in, defiantly idle in any in which he

was not. His parents were at wits end as to how he was going to turn out. He

did so badly in his final prelim-exams that he went to a crammer (which his

parents could barely afford) to scrape through with a barely passable

result. Both parents were Professionals and his mother had the innate Chinese

respect for Education and was determined her son would get a professional

qualification before he set out on life's journey. His enthusiastic

discovery of the joys of beer in company did little to strengthen her

bargaining position when she pressed him to make a go of another 4 years of

study. He just plain wasn't interested. He wanted desperately to please his

parents, he loved them, but the thought of moving into home after school

life and buckling down to hitting the books was just too much.

So it was, at seven months before his eighteenth birthday, Lee was at a

crossroads with no route looking too rosy. His parents were distraught. He

said he would study and make a go of what was to come next to please them

but it surely didn't look that way. He was out with his pals to all hours

drinking and had been cautioned by the police twice. He reacted to that not

with concern but with anger. Pointing out that the Anglos with him had been

cautioned also didn't count. He was sure they were picking on him, he was

sure he knew why. His parents had had ideas for his future, perhaps the Law,

perhaps, Medicine or Banking. After repeated rejection it became clear that

a future on the dole was a more likely outcome. They were really frantic

when Lee's father had an idea. His younger brother, Jim, had never married

and lived in Vancouver where he was an Accountant. He had done better than

well for himself, he had been made Partner four years ago and had every

expectation of being Senior Partner before too long. This was a career model

Lee would do well to follow and, hey, Math and Arithmetic were two areas

which Lee had actually deemed interesting and his marks in both were great.

After a night of urgent discussion, egged on by his wife, Roy Culvert called

his bother, He had been hesitant not because he felt his brother was lacking

in family love or that he would want what was best for Lee but rather

because it was a big imposition to ask him to take someone under his wing

and groom him when the kid had a reputation for disruption and trouble

followed him around. Roy secretly doubted Lee would be accepted for a study

program and, if he did, Roy doubted he would stick it.

When he called Jim he was fairly open about the favour asked and told him

all about the problems this past few years. Jim made light of it, saying he

was sure a change of scene and a real challenge was what was needed but, in

any event, he knew how to handle a stroppy teenager if need be. Roy wasn't

quite sure what to make of that last bit but wasn't about to ask too many

questions. Contacts are Contacts all over the world. Roy faxed Jim Lee's

transcripts and, within the week, Jim called to say Lee had been accepted

into a study program, under his own firm's sponsorship, and that the visa

would be a formality he would fix. Lee could be headed for Canada within the

month. The truth was that Jim had had to call in a lot of favours, there

were a lot of far better qualified candidates, but he didn't labor the

point. Lee was not just pleased, he was delighted. Roy and May were

ecstatic. Jim had offered to put Lee up at his place for the first four

month study term then they would take it from there. Lee hadn't seen his

uncle in two years but they both got along well. Jim was quite a bit younger

than Roy and, it seemed, of a generation nearer to Lee. He wasn't hung up

about things the way parents were, it was almost like having an older

brother. Lee worked in the office three days a week and attended day release

college the other two (with a ton of homework to last the weekend).

The first few weeks were a breeze as Lee adjusted to Vancouver and made

friends. Then the old problems set in. In a two week period Lee was late for

work three times (beer) and missed a day's college which Jim was embarrassed

to learn of from one of his own staff. The atmosphere at home was tense and

Lee did not take criticism well. He was truculent and stubborn. Eight days

later it hit the fan. The cops brought Lee home at midnight after a brawl

where booze was a factor and he was not exactly repentant. Jim thanked the

officers and promised it would not happen again. The next morning he called

the college to enquire of Lee's professor, frankly, how he was doing. It was

not a good call. When he got home that night Jim had already made his mind

up. Lee came into the house a few minutes after Jim and headed for his room.

The tone in Jim's voice put an instant stop to that idea though. 'Come in

here young man.' Despite himself Lee was intimidated and came through to the

lounge to see his uncle. He had a solemn face, not mad, not happy, grave.

Lee didn't plan specifically to stand before him, it just sort of happened

that way. As Lee stood there Jim really let him have it. The whole shooting

match: Throwing away your life, Spoilt brat, Mother besides herself with

worry, Always blaming someone else, No appreciation for the trouble he'd

gone to, Treated his house like a motel, Next problem with the cops would

mean a criminal record. On and On and On. Lee hadn't been scolded like this

in his life before. He just stood there as his cheeks flushed and he hung

his head. It was all true, and deep down he knew it. Jim couldn't help

notice that this was going well; no Denial, no blaming someone else, he was

getting through to this kid. Lee stood there before him, hang-dog, he had no

jacket on, just a pair of tight black dress trousers, a blue button down

oxford and tie. He looked like a schoolboy standing in front of his

Housemaster for a dressing down.

Lee suddenly broke down as if a dam had burst, the tears poured out and he

said how sorry he was, that he was a complete jerk, that everything he did

screwed up.. Jim put a stop to that with a strange remark: 'You know you are

not even eighteen yet ? You could still be at school. I think the solution

is really simple. If you behave like a naughty schoolboy you should be

punished like a naughty schoolboy.' The buzz words took Lee back to a

simpler time, only a few months ago, when things were structured, if you

messed up you got thumped but then the slab was clean..'What do you mean?'.

'I'll tell you EXACTLY what I mean, little man, you have behaved

disgracefully, haven't you?', Lee looked Jim in the eye, red faced, and

nodded, 'Your behavior can't continue, can it?', a shake of the head,'You

have skipped homework, missed classes, you have behaved like a naughty

schoolboy, haven't you?', a slightly longer pause, then another nod, 'What

happens to naughty schoolboys?', silence. Jim raised his voice just one

notch, 'What do naughty schoolboys get Lee ?'. 'Th,they get beaten..', 'No

Lee, they don't get beaten, they get SPANKED, and where do they get SPANKED

Lee?', 'On,on their backsides..', 'No, Lee, wrong answer, they get SPANKED

on their bare bottoms, where do they get SPANKED Lee?', 'On, on their b-bare

bottoms.'. Jim noticed that Lee had actually started to shake a little and

he had gripped his lower lip with his teeth. Good. He was getting through

all right.

'OK, this is the deal, either you pack up tomorrow and get your sorry tail

on BA to London on the night flight, in DISGRACE, or we get our relationship

sorted out here and now. Which is it?'. 'I, I don't know what you mean..'.

'Don't give me that, either you scram off home in the morning or I sort out

your immature, adolescent, schoolboy behavior right here and now the way

your parents should have. Which is it ?'. 'For God's sake, please don't send

me back, please, I like it here and..'.'Ok. I warn you now, little boy, this

isn't some "love tap" were talking here, it's a real sound, punishment

spanking. When you have had your behind well warmed I promise you it's

something you will find right at the front of mind next time you fancy

boozing when you should be studying. You've made the right choice but don't

think it's going to be a soft option. Put your hands on your head.'. Lee

looked at Jim in confusion,'Just DO IT little boy', he just did it. Jim then

stood up and grabbed Lee by the belt at the back of his trousers and

virtually bounced him towards the corner. 'Put your nose in that corner

little fellow, keep your hands where they are and just you spend the next

few minutes thinking about all the trouble you've caused and the bare

bottomed schoolboy spanking you have earned that's coming to you in just a

few minutes.' Lee looked dazed but did as he was told whilst Jim headed

upstairs to find the heaviest, widest backed hairbrush in the house.

Jim set a straight backed dining chair in the center of the room and put the

brush on the floor beside it, bristle side down. 'Right Lee, come over here

and get what you have earned'. Lee had spent the past ten minutes not in

thinking of his behavior but in a state of confusion and panic planning to

try to get out of this without the other consequence of a one-way ticket.

'Look, Jim, I'll change, really I will, there's no....', Jim grabbed Lee by

the chin and looked him square in the eye, 'It's Uncle Jim, or Sir from here

on in, secondly, I know you are going to change, that's guaranteed, by me

and by this hairbrush. If you think it's a little boy punishment, a joke,

well, that's only because you haven't tasted it's bite yet. If it doesn't do

the trick I have a good thick razor strop in the bathroom which will lift

the skin off your behind. You are getting this spanking Lee and no wriggling

or whining will get you out of it. Grow up son.' Without losing eye contact

Jim sat down and said,'Hands on your head Lee', 'But..', 'HEAD', Lee

complied, fast. Jim reached out and started to unbuckle Lee's belt, he

looked mortified, horrified, but didn't fight him. Jim unsnapped and

unzipped Lees black trousers and let them fall to the floor in a heap at

Lee's ankles. Lee's blue shirt tails covered his undress and Jim tipped him

over his lap. As Lee landed his hands fell from his head to the floor. He

was, for the first time in his seventeen years on this Earth, over a knee

for a spanking. His nose was near the carpet. Then he saw the brush, lying

in plain view on the floor. Jim lifted Lee's shirt tail and couldn't help

but notice how muscular Lee's backside and legs were nor the sharp contrast

between his skin color and the dazzling white of the new jockeys he was

wearing. Without a word Jim put his fingers in the waistband of Lee's pants

and pulled them down to his knees, above his trousers.

Lee started to tremble, despite himself. The thought of a spanking was bad

but the humiliation for a seventeen year old of getting it bare had him

shaking. 'I'm going to give you a really long, hard spanking with that brush

you have your eye on young fella, but before I do' without warning Jim's

hand spanked down as hard as he could on Lee's plump right bum cheek, 'I am

' SLAP, 'going to' Smack, 'give you a really', Spank, 'hard hand', smack,

'spanking'. Jim scolded as he spanked. ' I think, that for a big boy your

age, a really hard spanking with the brush is what you need but the

humiliation of learning that you are not too old to have someone take your

trousers down, peel your underpants down and give you a smacked bottom over

their knee is just the thing you need to teach you discipline.'. Fifty or so

hard, open handed slaps, and Lee's behind was scarlet and he was wiggling

about a bit on his uncle's lap. He hadn't uttered a word throughout but his

concerns at humiliation versus pain were ill founded. He was close to

bubbling into tears and only male pride stopped it. Then it finished. 'Pass

me that brush up, little man, let's see how big a man you are when you have

tasted that.' It was just too much, having to hand up your own instrument of

torment. 'Right, now you are going to get your first real spanking.'. The

spanking may have hurt but it was no preparation for the first almighty

whack of the back of that hairbrush. Lee was scalded, he yelped 'OOww,

please, no, stop.' then, in quick succession came strokes number two, three

and four. Lee burst into tears and started really kicking his legs in

earnest. Smack, Splat, numbers five and six landed and Lee went into a fit.

He started pumping his legs and shaking his head and shoulders as the tears

filled his eyes and tried to flow upwards towards his hair as his head was

upside down. He rushed his right hand back instinctively but Jim grabbed at

it and held it firmly down in the base of Lee's back, holding his shirt tail

out of the way and pinning Lee firmly down at the same time. 'NO, NO, God

help me, PLEASE NO, stop it, stop , it really HURTS,, Jim spanked on and on,

seven SWAT, eight, nine SMACK ten, eleven SLAP, ' You bet it hurts young

man, there's a lot more hurt where that came from.' Lee was howling and

really raising the roof. As Jim whapped twelve SLAP, thirteen and fourteen

SWAT SMACK, down he said, 'Now I'll really give the cry baby something to

cry about.' Whack, Slap, numbers fifteen and sixteen landed in the same spot

and Lee howled his pain, 'Not so funny now' Swat, Slap, ' IS IT, laughing

boy ?'. Jim whacked down with a real vengeance, eighteen, nineteen and

twenty landed on the same spot on the top of Lee's legs, just where a boy

sits. He screamed and wriggled as much as he could but Jim's tight grip and

the fact that his briefs hobbled his knees and his trousers slowed his

ankles meant that Lee had no choice but to endure the agony of a hard, hot

hairbrush slapping down hard, again and again, burning the same well smacked

sit spot over and over. His tears had put a damp spot in the carpet, his

shirt was creased beyond recognition and his hair was plastered to his

forehead with perspiration.

'So, little man' Whack, Whap, WHAP, numbers twenty one, two and three found

their target at the point where the cheeks meet. Lee was screeching by this

point, 'You have found your voice. Will you study now?', Whack, Whack, 'YES,

YES, honestly I will, please just stop', 'Will you BEHAVE ?' Whack, Slap,

Smack, numbers twenty six, seven and eight were on target. Lee's bottom was

livid now, and seemed to have grown in size, expanded with the burning

pain.'Yes,sob, YES, please, please, stop it...', "I'll stop it, little boy,

when I am good and ready' Smack, Splat, Smack, Swat, 'And I can promise you

I'll restart it any time I think you are out of line, clear ? Swat, Smack,

Slap 'YEEEES!!!'

And it was over.

Thirty five of the very best.

Lee stood up, panting for breath and grabbed a hunk of bottom cheek with

each hand as his eyes streamed tears and he did a little dance from foot to

foot. He didn't care a bit that his nakedness was on display and jangling.

His uncle pointed the brush almost at his nose. 'There little man, now

you've had a taste of the brush, haven't you ?', Nod. ' You know what a

hairbrush feels like, right on your bare bottom, don't you ?', Nod .'Well?'

'Yyyes, uncle'. 'Do you want to feel it again anytime soon?' 'Noooow'. Jim

shook the brush about a bit for effect. 'This brush is going to sit on your

bedside table from today onwards little man, and if you step out of line,

just once, you'll be sent to fetch it and you'll be right back over my knee

for a bare bottom burning you'll never forget. Clear?'. Nod. 'I asked you a

question, do you want a refresher course right here and now?' 'NO, no, I

understand, I promise I'll be good, really..' 'You'd better be mister or

you'll be taking a cushion to class. Just remember, you could still be in

school, and in this house naughty schoolboys get their bare bottoms spanked,

hard. What do they get?' 'They, they get their bare bottoms smacked hard.'.

'Did you like getting the brush?' 'No, I didn't.' 'Right, well unless you

want to get it again, you watch it young man, do you understand? 'Yes sir.".

Jim waved the brush in front of Lee's tear stained face; 'You're not so

smart when you have had a good dose of this, now are you ?', Lee shook his

head decisively, 'No, no, I'm not sir.'.

Lee was still sobbing, his eyes were blood red and his cheeks were soaked

with tears. 'I've a good mind to stand you in that corner, hands on your

head and bare bottom on display for the rest of the night. You know Danielle

and Jerry are coming round tonight. Do you want them to see you like that,

to hear how you got your bare bottom spanked ?' 'No, no uncle. please,

please don..' Lee's face was a picture in horror at the thought. 'All right,

just this once you can pull your underpants and your trousers up, take this

brush up to your bedroom as I told you and finish your homework. Then it's

lights out for you my boy. And don't think I'll spare your blushes in front

of strangers if it happens again.'

Life had taken a change for the better.