Date: Wed, 26 Oct 2022 18:48:26 +0200
From: mushu410@mail.com
Subject: The Summer I Got Spanked, Chapter 1 (Revised)

THE SUMMER I GOT SPANKED

This is the first chapter in a 4-part series.  It's the first story I've
written from the point of view of the boy instead of the man.  But I wanted
to write a spanking story and it seemed like it should be done from the
point of view of the one feeling the spanking.  The story starts in the
present, but then goes back to when the boy was young.

Like all my stories, every chapter will have a cum scene.

Happy reading, and let me know what you think.

*** Chapter 1 - REBELLION ***

I was sitting on the couch in the basement with my Uncle Ray.  He had just
flown in for my wedding which would happen in 2 days.  I hadn't seen him
since I was 17 as he lived far away; and the times he had visitedin the
past 5 years (I'm 21 now) I had been away at college. He had gotten in that
morning and been giving me strained looks all day – there was a general
air of awkwardness around.  I had a feeling I knew what was on his mind.
And I was right...

"So, you SURE you're alright?" he asked again – for the third time now.
Finally alone after everyone else had gone to bed, we were sitting about a
foot apart on the couch.  I moved over and cuddled up against him, taking
his big arm and wrapping it around my shoulders as I went.  I felt this
long, slow sigh come out of him and the tension slowly leaving his body.
"Uncle Ray," I said, "we were all under a lot of pressure that summer and
thrown into something that was stressful and confusing.  Looking back, I
think you, me and Dad all did the best we could under the circumstances and
I don't look back on it with any pain.  I mean, really, it was pretty fun.
Didn't you think it was fun?"

"I guess so," he said.  "Fun, but wrong," he added.  "Well, we got through
the summer, and it didn't hurt me," I said.  "So, you're not queer?" he
asked.  (Yeah, my Uncle's a bit of a redneck.)  "Uncle Ray, I'm getting
married on Saturday!"  "I know," he said, "but there's married guys who do
things... who like to wear bras or get fucked while their wife watches and
shit like that."  I couldn't help but crack up.  "I'm 100 percent
straight," I assured him, "if I was ever going to be gay for anybody, it
would be you but then, at this point, that would only be 1 percent of me."
Another sigh from him as I felt the tension leaving his body again.

I stretched out on the couch and put my head in his lap.  I took his left
arm and put it across my chest.  I put his right hand on top of my head and
moved it back and forth.  He got the idea and started stroking my hair as
he gave me a slight squeeze with his other arm.  Good ol' Uncle Ray: Big,
strong, brusque, and very loving – sometimes.

***********

I was 13 that summer: young, naοve, confused, angry.  I'd also say that
I was a very good looking boy, not because I stood in front of the mirror
all day admiring myself, but because girls that I thought were very good
looking seemed interested in me as well.  Not that I knew what to say to
them or what to do about it though.  Besides, I was very small for my age –
one of the smallest kids in my class, thus doomed to the "cute" category in
a way that wasn't real "boyfriend material" for the beautiful, more mature
girls.  According to the height-weight charts, I was more the size of a 10
year old.

At that age of just thirteen, my hair was still pretty blond.  Not long and
not short – a little shaggy.  I have the blue eyes to go with the hair.
As we lived in the north I was very fair skinned, especially at the
beginning of the summer.  And of course, the part of me that never saw the
sun was blinding white as it is with most blonds.  I was about 4 and a half
feet tall and weighed about 70 pounds – not emaciated or even quite
skinny, but slim, slender, svelte.  Not a football player by any means; but
I did okay on the soccer field.

I remember that around the end of the school year I had my first wet dream.
I didn't have any hair yet anywhere on my body, and I know that because I
e-mailed my Uncle that fall to tell him I got my first pubes.  But by June,
I had learned how to jack off and jacked my 3 inch peter every chance I
got.  I was circumcised but not much – by that I mean I still had plenty
of loose skin on my peter.  No lube needed in order for me to have a good
time with myself.  My voice was still the high voice of a little boy.  I
know this because I remember begging my choir teacher toward the end of the
year to move me from the soprano section (in which I was the only boy) to
the alto section, which she did, for the sake of my pubescent ego, no
doubt.

So that's me.  As for my Uncle: Six feet, four, worked in construction,
facial expression hardly ever changed, rough in his movements and speech,
weight set in the basement, and a pick-up truck in the driveway (his wife
had the Trans Am – they were separated).  I hadn't been around him much
and didn't know him.  I was at once terrified of him and enthralled by him.
In my budding manhood, I wondered what it would be like to be so big and
cocksure and strong and, well "manly."

My father and he were 10 years apart.  That summer when I was 13, Uncle Ray
was just 25.  But he seemed generations older than me – older than my
father, even (my dad was small and young looking – like me).

And the situation?  Well, basically, my mom had major surgery and would
need a lot of care to get well and Dad said he just couldn't handle it and
shipped me off to stay with Uncle Ray for the summer.  I felt abandoned,
thrown out.  I missed my mom, missed my friends.  I understood Dad's
reasoning but sure didn't agree with it.  Looking back now, I see that he
was falling apart and doing the best he could.  But at the time I thought
he was very wrong.  And I was furious.

Uncle Ray and I hadn't talked much since he picked me up at the airport
that afternoon.  He never was much for conversation.  I changed into my
pajamas after dinner, something I often did at home just because I liked
the comfort of lying around in them in the evening.  I was in the middle of
a racing game when I heard a voice, "Time for bed, Jesse."  I had been
seething over my whole situation all evening.  The fact that Uncle Ray had
barely spoken to me didn't help matters.  I ignored him.

"I said, `time for BED!'" he shouted authoritatively.  With the time
change, I wasn't sleepy at all.  And I wasn't about to start the summer
letting this "stranger" think he could order me around at will.  "No!" I
shouted back, never taking my eyes off the game.  "I'll give you one more
chance," he said, standing up and moving toward me.  I should have been
scared.  Maybe I was.  Maybe my anger was just stronger.  You know, we all
have our breaking point and I was at a point where I just didn't care.  I
was so mad and defiant; I was going to have my way.  Period.  To heck with
consequences.  "NO!" I shouted again, "I'm not sleepy!"

"You little punk!" he said.  It was almost a growl.  I mentally dug in my
heels and kept my gaze on the video game.  Suddenly, I felt the control
ripped out of my hand.  Then with one arm, he grabbed me around the waist
and heaved me up off the floor like I was no more than a wet towel.  I beat
on him with my arms and legs as he walked the few steps back to the couch.
He was already pulling down my pajama pants.  They were new and oversize
and as I struggled, they came all the way off my ankles and fell to the
floor.  I was wearing no underwear.  "NOOOO!" I wailed over and over,
continuing as he sat down on the couch and positioned me across his knee,
my feet and head near the floor, my little white pubescent ass perched up
high for his abuse.  He easily pinned my hands behind my back and held my
thrashing body down with one arm.  My loose pajama shirt felt down over my
head.  I was stark naked from the neck down.

And fuck!  To my horror, I got a hard-on!  It was almost instantaneous.  I
felt it rubbing against his hairy leg (Uncle hung out in only his white
briefs in the evening).  I don't know what it was – maybe the
subconscious thrill of being manhandled by this hulk, maybe the fact that I
was naked in front of another person, maybe it was having my pants shoved
down by another person, maybe it was just the air hitting my private parts,
maybe it was my ass muscles involuntarily flexing in defense of the coming
whacks, maybe there was even some kind of thrill or at least comfort in
being put in my place – of being shown where the parameters were.  I
don't know.  But under my little ass and smashed up against my uncle's huge
and rock-hard thigh, my 3 inch tool was as long and hard as it had ever
been.  I think the fact that for the first time in my young life, my hard
penis was actually touching someone else – another person's bare skin –
made my horniness ramp up even more, despite the surrounding circumstances.

But I had barely a split second to process all this before: "Whack!"  The
first blow hit.  "Ow!" I cried.  The hard swat upped my attempts to get
away, causing my hard little peepee to rub over his bare, leg even more.
"Whack!"  "Ow," I cried again, the smack of his hand on my pure, upturned
little ass shoving my dick against his leg even more.  Then: "Whack!"
again.  Now: at the time of this third whack, I already was realizing that
the whacks weren't that hard.  They weren't that hard at all.  I don't
think he was trying to punish me with pain.  He just wanted to teach me a
lesson – to show me who was boss.  Like me, he didn't want to start off
the summer with the other person in control.

"Whack!"  At the fourth whack, I started to actually relax.  I still cried
"Ow," but only half-heartedly.  I was still struggling a little bit.  But
somewhere deep within me – way in the back of my subconscious, I had
started to struggle - not to try to get away - but to keep my hard little
peter rubbing against his muscular thigh.  "Whack!"  "Hmmm!" I let out more
of a grunt this time.  I was breathing hard.  And Fuck!  About the time of
the sixth whack I realized that I LIKED it!  I don't think I actually
processed that thought in words.  I probably would not have wanted to admit
it.  But somewhere the realization was coming to the surface that this
spanking (my first ever) was actually feeling kind of good.

Now if you're like me, you don't always believe the "pain and pleasure"
stuff in stories.  Like when a 10-year-old takes a fat 10 inch dick up his
ass for the first time with just spit for lube and says it was pleasurable
along with the pain?  No.  I don't buy that.  But this spanking really was
pleasurable.  The pain was hardly there – sort of like getting an
intense massage.  There was a sting each time his hand met my bare little
boy behind – but that was stimulating – maybe something like when
guys put those electrodes on their penis that make them cum hands-free.  I
don't know how to describe it exactly but I knew at the time after several
whacks that, "Fuck, this really is making me HOT!"  I mean, my little spike
was throbbing!

The whacks kept coming steadily – about every second or two.  I gave
myself over to what had now become sexual stimulation in my hormone flooded
13-year-old boy brain.  I gave up all pretense of shouting "Ow!" and just
grunted and "hmmmed" with each slap on my jiggling little boybuns.  I'm
guessing Uncle Ray didn't realize that that's what the change in sounds
meant.  He probably never would have dreamed in a million years that he
would actually be getting his little 13-year-old nephew off with a
spanking.  Although, he must have felt my little boy boner pressing into
his leg.  But maybe like me, he was too caught up in the moment of the
situation to fully process it.

"Whack!  Whack!  Whack!" he kept them coming.  And shit, that was okay with
me!  My little cock was throbbing now – sort of flexing like when I cum.
I stopped the pretense of trying to escape as well, and just let myself go
limp.  The stinging swat of his hand hitting my ass was giving me ample
stimulation in that very private, now exposed place – a place I hadn't
realized could be so sexual until now!  And also, with each swat, there was
a sort of smashing of my cock into his leg, as well as a little movement,
both of his leg and my peepee.  It was actually kind of heavenly and I was
sort of swooning by now.  I think my sounds were more "ooh's" and "ahh's"
at this point, but I didn't care.  I guess he didn't either, or didn't
notice – like I said – caught up in the moment.

So anyway, again, I just let myself go limp.  I did this with full
forethought in order to get a certain kind of stimulation.  You see, when I
had jacked off, my body would tense up all over and even start to draw up
into a ball long before my orgasm actually hit.  One day, I just had the
idea to not tense up – to just keep my whole body as relaxed and limp
and flat on the bed as possible – all of me except my hard 3 inch
boystick of course.  And I found that I had a smashing orgasm when I came!
It's like all of that tension I would have had in my whole body leading up
to it got saved up and all came at once in my cum – doubling, tripling
my pleasure.  So that's what I did now.  I went limp in my mind and body –
only letting my little dick and my little naked ass feel the sexual
pleasure.  And fuck, as I concentrated my thoughts and focus there, it DID
up my pleasure.  Oh FUCK, this was feeling so good!  I felt my little
boyrod throb and flex even more against Uncle's big leg!

"Whack!"  "Oh...oh...ohhhh," I was shuddering now.  It got to be like I was
in some other world – like in a movie where they make this circle in the
middle of the picture and everything else around it is blurred.  My
midsection – the part of me normally covered by underpants – that was
the circle.  My bare dick on Uncle Ray's bare thigh rubbing against him.
My white pert little ass, jiggling and shaking each time his huge, brawny
hand smacked it.  That was my world.  And I was getting off on the whole
scene, I mean, the sounds – the smacking sound on my little butt as well
as my own expulsion of assorted grunts, groans and moans.  And then the
whole thought of it all – me actually naked before another person, naked
and touching another person's bare skin, exposed, making contact – and
with this big, hulk of a man whom I wanted to emulate somehow.

"Whack!"  Oh fuck!  This could go on forever as far as I was concerned.
And it did go on for a good while I'd say.  I'd long lost count of how many
whacks.  I know that in my peter and in my brain, I was sexed-up now to a
frenzy.  "Whack!"  Shit – yes!  And then, one more "Whack!" and he
stopped.  Fuck!  I wasn't ready for it to be over.  But then he did
something else with my little ass, which must be a nice shade of pink by
now – he started rubbing it – all over with his big, rough,
calloused, construction worker hand.  It was sort of loving.  Was he trying
to make amends?  Trying to apologize?  It felt really nice, this new
sensation, felt really nice on my ass and in my boy-brain too.  But then,
after half a minute or so, I realized it wasn't doing as much for my dick.
I don't think I really even processed all this or what I said next and why
– it was all kind of a reflex thing – happening in a split-second
without any time to think.

"LET ME DOWN!" I shouted very loudly and began to make (entirely fake and
half-hearted) attempts to get away.  It got the results that my
subconscious horny 13-year-old brain was hoping for: "You'll get down when
I SAY you can get down!" he roared, and with that, the whacks began again
in earnest.

"WHACK!" a little harder now, but I was ready.  Actually, I had become even
a little desensitized to the milder ones and these new harder ones were
feeling good!  "WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK!"  They were coming faster too.
Again without thought but more by instinct, I began writhing on his lap in
order to rub my painfully straining penis all over his masculine leg.
"Ow!" I cried with a little truth but mostly it was feeling awesome!  I was
loving it!  "WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK!"  They were coming too fast now for me
to "Ow!" at each one.  I started to let out this sort of constant howl –
like some kind of wild dog: "AhhhhOwwwwllllooooo..."  It was a sound that
had never come out of me before.  It sort of frightened me to hear it
emitting from myself; but at the same time, it added to all the other
things bombarding my senses and upped my level of horniness even more!

"You're gonna listen and stay in line!"  My Uncle was now talking for the
first time.  Or should I say shouting – shouting to be heard above my
obscene howls, as well as the sound of his relentless hand pummeling on my
bare backside.  Somehow his shouting made me ever MORE horny!  I dunno –
it was yet another sight, sound, feeling, thought, to punch into my already
overloaded young brain.  Again, by sheer reflex, I reached up to my neck
and yanked my pajama shirt off over my head – now totally, 100 percent,
bare, buck naked.  Putting one hand on his thigh (my stomach was on his one
thigh and my raging dick was on his other) and my other hand on the couch,
I actually reared the front of my body up and dug my boystick into him even
harder.  My child cock was the center of my being now – the only thing
that mattered.  And this moment was the only thing that mattered now –
nothing else – not the past, not my mom's illness, not the reason I got
into this position, and not the future when this would be over.  The only
thing that mattered was that my dick would feel good and get what it
wanted.  I was like a virgin dog going after a bitch in heat.

"AhhhhOwwwwllllooooo..." I howled, it was a howl full of lust – raspy
and scary in its guttural tones coming from my little, skinny boy body.
"AhhhhOwwwwllllooooo..." I howled again, and then there was no more "again"
but just a steady stream of noise, punctuated only for split seconds when I
had to gasp for more air.  "WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK!"
Oh FUCK!  I don't think my dick – or ass! – had ever felt so good!
FUCK it was awesome, truly awesome!  I mean, FUCK!

"I'm not gonna have no punk kid order me around in my own fuckin' house!"
Uncle Ray had never stopped shouting once he started.  And no sentence went
by without being punctuated by cuss words.  I had never really heard a
grown-up cuss before.  Shit!  Even that made me more turned on – if that
were even possible at this point!

He kept up his shouting and wailing on my little ass.  I kept up my howling
and the writhing of my boytool into his manleg.  And then something
different happened.  I started shuddering.  Not shaking, but quakes –
these big, almost violent shudders passing down my body from my head to my
thrashing feet.  And then... and then – something I wasn't prepared for
at all – wasn't expecting in the least.  My throbbing, flexing dick
started to do it even more.  It had now truly taken on a mind of its own.
SHIT!!!!!  OH NO!!!!  I WAS CUMMING!!!!!!  OH FUCK!!!!

In the big picture, which would come crashing down on me in seconds, it was
horrible.  But in the moment, it was wonderful.  I mean, stupendous,
sublime, like something from another world.  "AHHHHH!!!!" I screamed as I
violently shook, still instinctively trying to smash and rub my cock into
my Uncle's bare leg, as I shot my little load of boyjuice all over him.
"AHHHHH!!!" I screamed again, partly in lust, partly in pleasure, partly in
shock, and partly in terror at what might be coming next.

He suddenly stopped spanking me.  I don't know if he realized exactly what
was happening.  Or if he was just shocked by all my movements.  He actually
grabbed on to my ass, literally taking a whole cheek in his bear hand and
clutching it, sending his fingers right down into my crack!  I felt them
bumping up against my wildly flexing boyhole!  I guess he was just trying
to keep me safe and keep me from tumbling to the floor, but Shit!  That
feeling – the actual feeling as well as the intimacy of it – the
naughtiness – the sheer dirtiness of it – his fingers in my ass!
FUCK!

 "AHHHHH!!!" I screamed over and over, still writhing, flexing, and digging
my hard young teen fucktool into him for all I was worth.  I could feel the
wetness on my cock as I thrashed around, less so because of his mighty,
sexy, indecent grip on my little white boy behind.

I don't know if I can begin to tell you what a wonderful orgasm it was.  I
mean, picture it – already you've got a boy in the throes of puberty
with nothing but hormones in his veins.  It was the first time I had ever
cum without touching my dick myself.  It was a totally new thing for me –
the spanking, the being naked in front of, with, and ON someone else!  The
rubbing, the hand, the buttal stimulation, the embarrassment, the pain, the
nastiness, the long and totally new way of building up to it, the... I
don't know but FUCK!  I almost felt like there were fireworks going off
everywhere – I mean, literal fireworks – shooting around the room,
going off in my butt and in my brain – shooting out of my boystick!
Fuck!  FIREWORKS!  FUCK!!!!!

I don't know how long I screamed and writhed and howled.  As it was surely
the most intense orgasm of my young life, I'm sure it was also the longest.
Even after the cum was all out, my cock kept flexing over and over as if
trying to push out more – my body and screams still accompanying the
mighty throbs.  Finally, I started to come down – started to come back
into reality.  Fuck, that was kind of scary.  I actually (partly for
pleasure but mostly out of fear) at the end, started to try to milk even
more out of my orgasm and keep writhing a little – digging into him and
moaning.  I think it was just a desperate attempt at that point to put off
the inevitable explosion that would surely come from him.  And maybe now he
really would beat me – beat the fuckin' shit out of me – maybe with a
belt or something.  Fuck.  For the first time, after all this spanking, I
was truly on the verge of tears.  I finally gave up – no more energy
left in me to keep it going.  No more brain power left to keep up the
charade.  I let my body collapse limply over him, my feet and head back
near the floor again.  For a few seconds, there was nothing but silence.
Eerie, scary, silence (except the sound of my still hard breathing).

"Now you can get up," he said.  He said it softly, a slight growl but not
horribly scary as I had expected.  Did he not know what really happened?
Feeling shaky on several levels, I managed to get my stark naked body up
and face him.  I didn't even think to care that I was entirely naked before
him, or that it was the first time for him to see my cock, or that my cock
was still standing straight up in all its three inch hard glory, or that
there was cum on it.  Some dripped off and fell onto the rug.

He looked down at the rug, then back up to my cock, then at the shiny wet
smear of cum on his own leg.  Yup.  He knew.  Oh fuck!  I think I was
literally shaking now.  I felt tears running down my face.  I just stood
there before him – naked – my little boy, cum-covered penis finally
starting to deflate to its even tinier proportions.

"Get to bed, now," was all he said.  Relieved, I grabbed my pajamas and
started for the stairs.  I didn't even try to cover myself up.  What did it
matter now?  Through tear-blurred vision, I half felt my way up the steps,
starting to wrack with sobs more and more as I went.  By the time I reached
my bedroom door, I was sobbing out loud.  I slammed the door and threw
myself onto the bed, crying and wailing now.  I didn't care if he heard.  I
was still mad.  I was hurting.

And I was embarrassed.  I didn't know that I was going to cum.  I didn't
know that you could cum from being spanked!  I would have thought that you
could only cum from something around your dick, like your hand or a pussy,
or maybe even a mouth.  (Maybe even an ass but when I heard someone talk
about that I was sure they were making it up.)  So.  I cried.  Cried for my
sick mother, my hated (sort of) Uncle, my butthole of a dad, my lost
summer, my lost rights, my lost dignity.  And I cried in my confusion
because after all I did cum.  I did like it.  I know I did.

I don't know how long I cried, but it was a long time I'm sure.  When I
finally wound down, I blew my nose, wiped my face, donned my PJ's, and got
under the covers, lying on my back.  A few minutes later, I heard my Uncle
on the stairs, then I heard the doorknob.  I feigned sleep.  I didn't want
to deal with him any more tonight.

Through my closed eyes I still sensed the brightness of the hallway light.
He approached and sat on the bed.  And then... and then he was stoking my
hair.  Wow.  Maybe my cumming on his leg didn't condemn me to a living hell
for the summer after all.  I felt his breath on the side of my face and
then he whispered, "I love you, Jesse."  Then he kissed me on the forehead
and left, shutting the door gently.  I rolled over onto my side, and in
minutes, was asleep.

When I awoke the next morning, the clock was almost at 11:00.  I had slept
for well over 12 hours.  I found a brand new basketball on the kitchen
chair.  There were five one dollar bills on the table along with a note:
Jesse, Eat whatever you want.  There's a mini-mart up the street to the
right and a middle school after that with a basketball court.  Try and make
some friends.  I'll be home around 3:30.  Love, Uncle Ray.

"Love?!"  Again??!!  I never thought that Uncle Ray would even use that
word.  I still felt weird about everything the night before.  Who wouldn't?
And I still was totally pissed about my whole living situation.  But I felt
relaxed.  It was gonna be okay.  The knot in my stomach was gone.  I found
the cereal in the panty – shit!  He had five different kinds of sweet,
kid-type cereal, purchased just for me, I'm sure.  Yeah.  It wasn't gonna
be a great summer.  But it was gonna be okay.

******************

That's all for now.  Coming soon:  Chapter 2 – MAKING UP

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