Uncle Mathew P2
Author: Writer8322@aol.com
Unruly Behavior & Its
Consequences
Uncle Matthew sat in a chair in his bedroom and held his nephew
Russell
between his knees. The boy fidgeted as his Uncle
meticulously arranged a bow
tie under the boys stiff collar.
Russell reached up to try and pull the collar a little looser and
his Uncle
snorted impatiently.
Russell, put down your hands, he said.
Ive almost got your bow tie done
and I dont want you to make it crooked. There.
Uncle Matthew held the eight year old at arms length and
surveyed him. They
were having company, and Uncle Matthew had insisted that Russell
be dressed
for the occasion. The boy had on a starched
white shirt with short puffy
sleeves that gathered mid-arm. He wore very short pants,
German-design, that
fitted his round little bottom snugly and buttoned in the front.
Wool stockings came up to his calves, and his wore brown leather
shoes that
had been highly polished.
Now, lets see if I can get your most unruly hair into
line, Uncle Matthew
said. He went to his bureau and took down two
hairbrushes and a jar of hair
cream.
I can do it, Uncle Matthew, Russell said.
Ill stand on the bathroom chair
and do it, carefully, in the mirror.
No, you will not, Russell, Uncle Matthew
said. Your Auntie Clarice is
coming with Peter (Russell groaned inwardly), and so are Uncle
James and my
good friends Mr. Davis and Reverend Hawkins. I do not
choose for them to see
my little boy looking like a jackdaws nest.
Uncle Matthew unscrewed the lid of the hair pomade jar and
scooped out some of
the gel. Russell wrinkled his nose and scratched at
his wool-covered legs
while Uncle Matthew rubbed the pomade between his palms.
Come closer, Russell, Uncle Matthew ordered, and
Russell stepped right
between his Uncles knees. Uncle Matthew began
anointing Russells head,
working the pomade into his hair. Then he picked up the two
hairbrushes and
began to briskly brush Russells hair back. When it
was plastered down, Uncle
Matthew parted it and brushed it into place. Russells
hair was shiny and
sleek from the pomade. Uncle Matthew
beamed.
There now, he said happily, you look quite
presentable. Now you may go on
the porch and wait for our guests, but, he added
warningly, dont you dare
to mess yourself up.
Okay, Uncle Matthew, Russell said, and he ran out of
the room and
downstairs.
Uncle James was setting the dining room table, but he stopped
when Russell
appeared.
Well, you look very spiffy, he said, grinning,
did Uncle Matthew brush your
hair?
Russell nodded.
Uncle James walked over and looked at the boy. Very
neat, he said, but
Russell could tell that Uncle James was secretly thinking,
Too neat.
However, Uncle James did not interfere with Uncle Matthews
rearing of his
nephew. Uncle Matthew picked out Russells clothes and
most of his toys and
books. Uncle James, periodically, tried to leaven
things with some toys of
his own choosing.
Uncle James, Russell said, stepping closer to James
and lowering his voice.
Can I tell you a secret.
Uncle James bent down and gave the little boy his ear.
Russell cupped his soft lips and whispered to the man, I
dont like Auntie
Clarice and I hate Peter.
James laughed uproariously and Russell looked about with some
trepidation.
He didnt want Uncle Matthew to hear this.
Uncle James say the boys reaction and patted his head,
Dont worry, Russ,he
said, your secret is safe with me. Shall I tell you a
secret of my own.
Russell nodded and now it was his turn to offer an ear.
Uncle James whispered
into it. Im not crazy about Auntie
Clarice myself - though she Matthews
cousin by marriage - and I cant stand her son.
I wouldnt mind getting
Peter alone in the garage for about an hour, James
said. Id love to have
that brat over my knee when I had a barrel stave in my
hand.
Russell giggled and impulsively hugged Uncle James. The man
returned the
boys embrace and then got up. Id
better finish with this table. What are
you going to do?
Uncle Matthew said I should go outside and wait for the
company.
Okay then, said Uncle James, youd better
not make a mess of yourself.
Your Uncle Matthew has you picture-perfect for our guests.
Russell went out on the porch and leaned over the porch
railing. Across the
street he saw two boys that he knew from school playing in the
yard. They
were throwing a large red ball around and were so engrossed in
their play,
that they didnt even notice him.
Russell would have loved to call out to them, or simply go across
and play,
but he didnt think that Uncle Matthew would approve.
On more than one
occasion, his Uncle had lectured him on his idea of propriety and
it didnt
include rough-housing with the street boys, as Uncle
Matthew put it.
Well, Russell would have someone to play with shortly, even if
the person
wasnt the friend of his dreams. As if his thoughts
had the power of
summoning, a car pulled up at the end of the front yard and
Russell saw that
Clarice Campbell and her son Peter had arrived.
Very politely, Russell walked down the path to greet them.
Clarice was a sad-
looking woman who never seemed to be able to organize
herself. She bumped her
head getting out of the car and then fumbled inside to get an
aluminum foil
covered dish that she had brought and hit her head a second time.
Her son, Peter, who had gotten out on the other side bellowed
with laughter
when his mother grabbed her head.
God, ma, Peter laughed, youre so
klutzy!
Peter, thats not nice, Clarice moaned,
and help me with these parcel.
Peter was ten years old, red-headed and covered with
freckles. He was a
large boy by all standards, tall and bulky. He ate
prodigiously and, although
he ran around a lot for a boy his size, everything he ate
stuck on.
Peter hauled a shopping bag out of the back seat and then turned
to Russell.
Hi, Russell said. Hello, Auntie
Clarice.
Clarice came around and gave Russell a fussy-sort of
kiss.
He-llo darling, she said. She always
talked to Russell as if his parents
funeral had happened five minutes ago.
Clarice put her hand on Russells face and tutted
sympathetically. Then she
headed up the path, calling over her shoulder, Please bring
that shopping bag
into the house and then you and Russell can play. She
stopped and looked
back at both boys for a moment as if attempting to assess the
situation. She
looked at Russells small, slight eight year old form and at
her robust son.
A worried look passed over her face, but all she said was,
Russell is all
dressed up, Peter. Please play nicely.
Peter smirked and headed up the bath with the bag. He
fraternally threw his
large freckled arm around Russells shoulder and pulled him
along.
Hey, Russell, whatya down? Then he
leaned over and whispered in Russells
ear, And how are they hangin? Russell
looked at Peter who roared at his
own joke. Then Russell was pulled along by Peters
arm.
In the house, Uncle Matthew was kissing Clarice and Uncle James
was coming up
to get the shopping bag.
Well, Peter, youre certainly becoming a big
boy, Uncle Matthew said with a
certain amount of alarm. How old is he now,
Clarice.
Im ten! Peter answered for himself.
....And quite assertive, Uncle Matthew said
critically. He looked at
Russell. Russell, why dont you and Peter play
chess.
Yeah, right, Peter said. I hate
chess. Does Russell have Sony Playstation
yet?
No, Uncle Matthew answered firmly, and never
will. Russell knows that I
dont approve of that trash, he turned to his nephew,
dont you Russell.
And he knows what Uncle Matthew would do if I ever caught him
playing with
that garbage.
Peter stared hard at Uncle Matthew and grinned. Then he
once again put his
arm around Russells shoulder. Come on,
Russ, Peter said companionable,
lets go outside and play.
Russell looked up at Uncle Matthew, who was walking across the
living room
toward his pipe rack.
Uncle Matthew, can I play outside?
Yes, Uncle Matthew said, taking up one of his pipes
and beginning to fill it
in his tobacco jar, but remember what I said about staying
neat for company.
I dont want you to look a mess at least not until Mr. Davis
and Reverend
Hawkins arrive. Perhaps after that, you will be
allowed to change.
Okay, thanks, Uncle Matthew, Russell said. He
was overjoyed to hear that he
might have a reprieve from a full day of wearing uncomfortable
clothing.
Lets go in the back yard, Russell said to
Peter, I have a softball and we
can play catch.
The boys headed outside and Uncle Matthew lit his pipe. He
looked over the
smoking bowl at his cousin Clarice and noted her perpetually
haggard look.
Tell me, Clarice, how are you getting on with Peter?
All right, Clarice said nervously.
All right indeed, Matthew said, seating himself and
anchoring his pipe in
the corner of his mouth. That young scamp runs all
over you, doesnt he?
He...he is a handful, Clarice said dismally, she sat
down and James handed
her a drink and gave another one to Matthew.
James helped himself to a
drink and joined the little group.
You must be firm with him, Clarice, Matthew said,
that boy needs firmness.
Anyone could see that in a moment. Isnt that right,
James.
He does look like a boy who needs discipline,
Clarice, James said.
Matthew made a humphing sound and blew a smoke
ring. What that boy needs
is a hiding.
Clarice turned red and Matthews mouth turned up at the
corners. He took his
pipe out of his mouth and leaned forward to peer right at his
cousin.
A hiding Clarice. On his bare bottom!
Clarices eyes grew large at the image. Matthew
looked satisfied and settled
back with his pipe. His eyes darted at James, who looked
away, and then
returned to Clarice.
Most boys, even some quite grown up boys, need to have
their bare bottoms
well spanked when they misbehave. I recommend that you see
to that matter as
soon as the situation presents itself.
I...I couldnt, Clarice said, she was actually
fanning herself with a
tissue. He...hes too big, she whispered.
Matthew pulled the pipe from his mouth and leaned forward again,
Of course
hes not too big! Matthew was almost shouting.
He certainly isnt too big
for me. You just say the word, Clarice, when that young
hellion acts up or
doesnt do just what you tell him, I will bring a
strap to your house and
impress upon him the need to be a gentleman!
Clarice fumbled with her hands uncomfortably and sipped at her
drink. James
got up and said, Let me get some snacks, and Matthew
sat back in his seat
and puffed his pipe.
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Outside the two boys started throwing the ball
around. Their feet crunched
continuously in the autumn leaves that had fallen all through the
yard from
the large oak tree that grew there.
At first all was well, and then Peter seemed to grow tired of the
game. He
threw the ball harder and made Russell run and get
it. He started to
complain about Russells catching, although it was he who
was throwing too
wildly.
This sucks! Peter said. Besides, you
cant catch.
Yes, I can, Russell said, youre not
throwing right.
Peter stalked up to Russell. Dont you tell me
that I dont throw right, he
said, bending down and sticking his freckled nose into
Russells face.
Youre just a baby, and babys cant play
ball.
Russell was terrifically insulted, Im not a baby, and
I throw better than
you do. When I throw to you, you dont have to run to
get it.
Peter looked up at the house and a sudden thought crossed his
mind. Hey,
Russell, Peter said. What did your Uncle
Matthew mean when he said, you
knew what youd get if he ever caught you playing a video
game.
Russells face turned red, I dont know, he
mumbled.
Peter threw back his head and gave a single, loud
guffaw. Like hell you
dont, he laughed. He leaned down to Russell
and, once again, pushed his
face up close to the younger boys. Youd
get your bottom smacked, wouldnt
you?
Russell opened his mouth and closed it again.
Peter put his arm around Russells shoulder.
Its okay, were good buddies,
you can tell me. Does Uncle Matthew spank your
butt? Russell cringed.
Come on, Peter pressed. He does,
doesnt he. He spanks your butt.
Only one time, Russell blurted.
Peter sat down on the grass and pulled Russell down beside
him. And did he
take down your pants when he spanked your butt? Huh?
Did he take your pants
down, Russell?
Russells face flamed crimson. No! he
lied.
I knew it, Peter chuckled. He took your
pants down. He spanked you on
your bare behind, didnt he. Oh boy, that must have
really hurt. Did it
really hurt, Russ?
Russell tried to get up, but Peter put his large freckled hand on
Russells
shoulder and forced him down on his bottom.
I sure would like to see Uncle Matthew pull down your pants
and spank you on
your bare butt. I bet you cry and scream like anything
dont you?
Let me up! Russell said.
You cry and scream and kick and say, Oh, stop, Uncle
Matthew, stop spanking
me on my poor, little, red bare butt! Peter fell over
backward howling with
laughter.
Russell was furious. While Peter was on his back laughing,
Russell seized the
opportunity and got to his feet. You fat freckled
pig! he yelled at Peter.
Peter stopped laughing at once and looked at Russell.
His eyes got small and
mean. Oh, little boy, you shouldnt of said
that. Peter looked around for
a moment and then his eyes fell on the ball. He
picked it up.
Cmere! he said to Russell.
No! Russell said, a look of alarm crossing his
face. Peter was going to do
something awful and he didnt want to be in the yard alone
with him. Russell
turned to run toward the house, but Peter caught him by the ankle
and tugged
him down.
Peter grabbed the prostrate Russell and rolled him around on the
grass. He
messed up Russells hair, tore up clumps of grass and rubbed
them vigorously
on Russells white shirt and short pants. Then, he
jumped to his feet and,
before Russell had even gotten to his feet, pitched the ball
right through the
dining room window.
Yow! Peter cried. Russell, what ya want
to do that for?!
The back door of the house burst open and Uncle Matthew emerged,
pipe clenched
in his teeth. In his terror, Russell thought that
Uncle Matthew looked like
a lion. His beard seemed to be bristling and his teeth
showed as she clenched
his pipe between them.
Who did that?! he yelled. Who broke
that window?!
Peter pointed at Russell. I dont get it, Uncle
Matthew, Peter said,
Russell was sayin all this stuff about you and then
he just up and threw the
ball through the window.
Oh, he did, did he, Matthew said. He came
hurtling down the steps to the
yard followed by James and Clarice.
Oh dear, Clarice was saying. I knew
one of us should have been out here
supervising.
Uncle Matthew said nothing, but made straight for Russell.
He grabbed his
nephew by the upper arm.
Just you come over here with me, young man! Matthew
raged.
But, I didnt....
Matthew dragged Russell to a garden chair beneath the oak
tree.
Oh, come on, Matt, dont, James said, or
at least take him inside.
Matthew glared at James. If Russell can make a public
display of himself out
here, then so can I. Matthew turned to Russell.
Ill teach you to break
windows, he said.
Matthew picked Russell up under the arms and put him across his
knees. His
left arm went across the boys small back and around the
side of his ribs.
Peter scooted around to Russells head, hanging over his
Uncles left knee.
Peter looked into Russells stricken face and put his hand
on the boys head.
Gee, Russ, Peter said sympathetically.
You shouldnt of said all that
stuff about your Uncle.
Peter squirmed as he felt Uncle Matthew reaching beneath him to
undue the
buttons that fastened his shorts.
Its not nice to call your Uncle bad names, you
know, Peter said, just
cause he gave ya a spankin.
Matthew had released the buttons and as he took hold of
Russells waist band
he looked over at his nephews face. So,
youve been using bad language,
have you?
Russell looked up at his uncle as best he could. No,
Uncle Matthew, dont,
please, I didnt.
Matthew tugged Russells shorts down to his thighs and took
hold of the band
of his cotton briefs.
Peter patted Russells head and clicked his tongue.
Russell turned to look up
at the red head. Your Uncles only tryin
to teach ya right from wrong,
Peter said. He mussed Russells hair.
Youre a good little kid, Russ, but
now ya got to learn a lesson.
Matthew took down Russells briefs and placed his open palm
on the boys
small, bare, bottom. He certainly will learn a
lesson. James, please go
upstairs and fetch me my army hairbrush.
James sighed and turned toward the house. Clarice turned to
follow him and
reached for her sons hand. Come, Peter,
we dont need to see Russell get
punished.
Stay where you are, Clarice. Peter. Just
because Russell has been a
naughty boy doesnt mean that other people have to turn
away. If Russell
misbehaves when there is company, then he will be punished before
the
company.
Russell had begun to cry and kicked his legs
fretfully. His shorts and
briefs inched down to his knees. Matthew lifted his arm
over his head but
before he could bring it down the back door of the house opened
and three men
emerged. Russell tried to turn and see, but his
backside faced the house and
though the men approaching had a perfect view of his bare bottom,
Russell
couldnt see them.
In the lead was a pale James, brandishing a large wooden
hairbrush. Behind
him was the rest of the company, Mr. Davis and the Reverend
Hawkins.
John Davis was a husky catholic with crewcut blond hair and a
large chin with
a very deep cleft. He was in his mid-thirties and looked
like hed played
football at college. He was a close personal friend of
James and Matthews as
was the Reverend Hawkins. Oren Hawkins was dark, thin and
very tall. He was
balding and kept his hair short to try and diminish the
fact.
Well, what have we here? John Davis said, surveying
the scene. Doin a
little dustin, are we Matt?
Russell is about to get a well-deserved spanking,
Matthew said.
Davis and Hawkins grinned and both men stared at the little boy
lying bare
bottom on his Uncles lap.
Peter bent down and whispered to Russell, Hey, maybe I
should go in the front
yard and sell tickets. Bet lots kids would pay plenty to
see your hienie turn
red. Russell struggled a little and more tears ran
down his face.
Give me that hairbrush, James, Matthew
said. James unhappily handed
Matthew the hairbrush. Matthew hefted it and turned to
Russell.
Russell, he said. The little boy turned his
head again to look at his Uncle
looming over him. I am spanking you for your
disrespectful behavior, but
before I do, I want you to apologize to everyone for their having
to witness
this act of discipline.
Im so....rry, Russell said, his voice
contracted with his efforts to
repress his tears.
Very well, then, said Matthew. On
to your spanking.
Matthew raised the hairbrush over his head, and Peter squatted
down to look
straight into Russells face.
CRACK! The hairbrush landed across Russells bottom
and his cheeks contracted
with the force of the blow. Russell howled and tears jetted
from his eyes.
CRACK! The hairbrush fell on the same place, and Russell
kicked his legs and
swam with his arms.
CRACK! Peter left his place of vigil to check the damage
and then hurried
back to Russells head.
CRACK! Russell wailed and his nose began to run.
Peter said, Hey, Russ, you should see your rear end,
its starting to get
all blotchy lookin. I bet that hairbrush really
hurts.
Russell wailed.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
My father doled out punishment with a birch rod, Oren
Hawkins said to the
company. He carried out all punishments to me and my
sister, Harriet, in our
bedroom.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Russell started pleading
with his Uncle to stop.
My old man used a strap, John Davis responded.
He kept it on a hook in the
bathroom and always gave it to us in his bedroom. Made us
take all our
clothes off first.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Ooooooh! Uncle Maaaaaattt!
Stoooop! Pleeeeease.!
Peter patted Russells head and looked into his weeping
eyes, Thats okay,
Russ, your uncle knows whats good for ya, dont ya
Uncle Matthew? Peter
looked sincerely at Uncle Matthew who was, just at that moment,
preparing to
land another good smack with the hairbrush.
I know when a boy needs to be spanked, Matthew said.
CRACK!
Little Russell lay across his Uncles lap, surrounded by
three men, a woman
and a playmate, while his Uncle Matthew paddled him soundly with
his
hairbrush. Russells cries, his tears, his
thrashing, even his piteous
pleading were all for public consumption.
After perhaps two minutes of spanking, Matthew stopped.
Russells bottom was
completely red and the skin had become shiny.
Although Matthew had stopped
whacking his nephew with the hairbrush, he made no move to lift
the boy off of
his lap or to pull his pants back up to cover his shame.
Peter looked at Matthew with disappointment. Was the
spanking over already?!
Have you learned your lesson, Russell? Uncle Matthew
asked.
Y-yes sir, Un-uncle Matthew, Russell sobbed.
Will you ever speak disrespectfully of your Uncle or anyone
else?
N-no, Uncle Matthew.
Then say youre sorry and that you wont have so
ungovernable a temper ever
again.
I...I...Im sorry I had a bad (sob) temper.
And I forgive you for what you called me, Peter
quickly put in. Even if it
was a sinful word.
Matthew looked at Peter. Just what did Russell
say?
Peter said, I cant say it out loud, not in front of
my mom. He went around
to Matthews ear and whispered.
Matthews face turned red. He looked down at Russell
with renewed anger, and
then a thought crossed his mind. He lifted the sobbing
Russell off of his lap
and sat up himself. Then holding Russell by the arm, with
his pants falling
to his ankles, he handed the hairbrush to Peter.
Here, Peter, you may assume the seat of discipline.
Russell has been
unforgivably rude to you, and you must correct him. Can you
undertake such a
task?
The redhead grabbed the hairbrush in his large, freckled fist and
sat down.
Can I?! he said. Here, give him
over.
Just as if he had done this all of his life, Peter took hold of
the shocked
Russell and put him across his knees. Instinctively, Peter
separated his
knees so that Russell lay draped over his lap just as he had over
the mans.
Peter put his left hand on the back of Russells head
and pressed him down.
This is gonna hurt me, lots more than it hurts you,
Russ, Peter said
piously. With great joy he lifted the hairbrush and started
spanking his
friend.
Russell howled louder than he had ever howled before. It
was not just the
result of the vigorous whacking he was receiving on his
already-well reddened
bottom, it was the hideous turn of events. Here he
was, a small boy, being
spanked before adults by another child.
Peter held him firmly in place and punished him again and
again. Russell
struggled, but Peters strength was well beyond his
own. Peter paddled and
paddled and Russell kicked and cried and pleaded.
Oh, thats enough, thats enough! Clarice
cried out, putting her hands to
her ears.
No it isnt ma, Peter said, whacking merrily
away. He tousled Russells
hair. Russ needs a good spankin and thats
what Im giving him, arent I
Uncle Matt?
Youre doing a fine job, Peter, Matthew
said. He was leaning against the
tree and refilling his pipe. He frankly enjoyed having the
opportunity to
watch Russell being spanked, the perspective was quite different
from when he
was doing the spanking.
After about five minutes of punishment, Matthew raised his hand
and said,
Thank you, Peter, you may stop now.
Aw, come on, Uncle Matt, I was just gettin the swing
of it, wasnt I Russ?
James jerked the hairbrush out of Peters hand and said,
just as if he didnt
care about Matthew, Get out of that seat, before I take
your pants down!
Peter jumped up with alacrity. One show/one boy was enough.
Uncle Matthew made Russell stand facing the tree without letting
him pull up
his pants. This will be your corner time to think
over what you have done
and how you have affected the day. However, you will
not ruin the party.
Matthew turned to the company. Since we had all
planned to spend some time
out-of-doors before eating, I suggest that we make the most of
it.
Chairs were taken out of the garage and put about the lawn.
Then, with
Russell whimpering and rubbing his apple-red bottom, the adults
at down to
talk.
Peter played with the ball for awhile and when no adults were
looking, he
snuck over to the tree and said to Russell: Hey,
Russ. Ya know what? It was
really fun havin you over my knee, and now that I know how
to get ya there,
Im gonna do it again. You bad boy!