(This is another reworking of one of my faves from here)...
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It had been a hell of a spanking - busted for smoking by his Uncle Rod, Tom got paddled about a hundred times on his ass. It hurt more than any other one in recent memory; Tommy was really wishing that his mother would come and pick him up and take him away from this place. Times like this Tom found himself wishing his Uncle Rod and cousin, Chip, were dead.
After about five minutes Tommy was sufficiently composed to retrieve his underwear from the floor. He heard his Uncle Rod leave (more than likely he went to 7-11 to get the new TV guide; he always did that on Sunday). Gingerly, Tommy pulled them up and lay back on the bed; face down, of course. Even if he had liked smoking, he wouldn't have risked going through this again!
Just when Tommy was beginning to get past the pain, his door opened again. In walked his older cousin, fresh from dinner at Jack's, and with the biggest smirk on his face.
"So I hear you got it good!" he announced with a sneer.
"Just, go away." Tommy said. This was the last thing he wanted to deal with right now.
"Oh, no, I don't think I will" Chipper said as he sat on the bed next to his cousin. He delivered a sharp smack to Tom's abused rear, causing him to cry out in pain.
"You see," he continued, "I found out about this because Dad asked me if I knew how you had gotten a pack of cigarettes. I told him no, of course, but I had an idea. I just checked my drawer and so now I know that you stole mine. So now you owe me!"
Chip was looking down at him spitefully and Tommy knew from experience that he could make him pay one way or the other.
"All, right Chipper. Tell me how much they cost, and I'll give you the money" he said with a resigned sigh.
"Oh, no, you won't get out of it that easy!" Chipper then took a hold of Tommy and eased him over his lap. "This is more like it!"
"But Chipper!" Tommy cried. "I just got-got it twice!"
"Know what they say," Chipper laughed, running his hand over his cousin's red, sore ass, "T. S.!"
Which Tommy knew meant, "Tough _s_h_i_t_."
His voice only rose briefly to emphasize his point. Tommy nodded as much as he could vaguely aware that his naked rear was about to be smacked again.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The noise was amazing. Tommy's head hurt, his fanny hurt and even his little _d_i_c_k_ hurt as it rubbed up against Chipper leg. What was he wearing, a hair shirt?? Tommy thought. _s_h_i_t_, light wool, very expensive trousers!
The more he smacked Tom's upturned bottom the harder Tom pleaded. "Chipper, PLEASE STOP!" Tom begged frantically. "I have to-"
"Shut up! I don't care if you're going to puke. You're not getting out of this." he hissed at his cousin.
With that, he pulled the big brown belt out of Tommy's crumpled jeans lying on the floor and slapped it across his sore behind. Tommy was really crying then, totally into the humiliation of being spanked by his big, obnoxious cousin - this was much worse than that _f_u_c_k_ing paddle game!
Tommy wished that he could concentrate on a fantasy of killing Chip, but the belt kept the younger boy firmly rooted in reality. The belt and his aching little _d_i_c_k_ that kept rubbing against Chipper's thigh. Tommy knew he wasn't huge, but surely he must have felt it. He couldn't take much more abuse by his family!!
Sh-wack! Sh-wack! sh-wack!!!!!
"Ch-ch-ch-Chip, PLEASE!" Tommy sobbed. "You're making me-"
Shhhh-wack!! Shhhh-wack!! Sh-wack!!!
"_d_a_m_n_ right, I'm making you cry, you little _s_h_i_t_. Don't you EVER think that you can get away with that kind of crap with me." His voice was so low Tommy could hardly hear him over his own bawling.
Sh-wack!! Sh-wack!!!
He soon tired of the belt and returned to using his hand.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
Tommy knew his cheeks were too close for him to get a real swing with the belt.
SPANK! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPNKA!!
Tommy put all my concentration on the creeping nausea in his belly so he didn't pee on his cousin's Sunday dress pants.
SPANK! SPANK!! SPANK!!
That was pretty close, Tommy thought, weeping like a spent child - Boy, he was soooo close. Pretty fine control for a little kid with a blistered rump and a smoker's hangover.
That is until Chipper congratulated Tommy by spitting on his exposed anus and rubbing his thumb in a circular motion over and over the silky skin.
OOPS!
"Did you just pee on me?!" Chipper yelled. "Man! Are you going to get it again!!" He tossed Tommy off his lap and went and started peeling off his clothes right there in Tommy's room.
"Sorry," Tommy sobbed.
"Oh, you will be, little man!"
"Please, Chip!" Tommy begged. "I've been spanked enough today!"
"Not nearly enough, you little _s_h_i_t_!" Chipper was down to his underpants, just glaring at Tom. "First you go into my drawer and steal my cigarettes, then you pee on me when I spank you and..."
"Your cigarettes?" Uncle Rod said. Much to Tommy's delight, his door opened and his uncle walked in, ignoring the fact that Tommy's ass was now almost purple thanks to the brisk fanny tanning by Chipper.
Chipper's face was frozen in shock. He realized that he had trapped himself.
"Come here, boy!" his dad snapped "Don't make it worse than it already is."
"Please Daddy," Chipper said with a quaver in his voice, "Can we go to my room?"
"No." Rod bluntly told him, "You need to be taken down a few pegs and having Tommy watch you get spanked is a good start."
Uncle Rod sat on Tom's bed, as Chipper slowly came over.
"Chipper, are you trying to be stupid? Get out of those under pants now! You've just earned yourself extra licks." His father informed him as he started to take of his thick leather belt.
Chipper blanched and reached for his briefs. With a glance toward Tommy, he turned away and took them off.
"You think you have something to hide?" Uncle Rod asked him sarcastically. "You don't. Turn around and face me."
Blushing furiously, Chipper turned back around. Tommy was watching with a delightful feeling of anticipation. Uncle Rod was wrong, though - Chipper was hung like a horse. Chipper saw him looking and blushed even deeper.
"Now let's see, Chipper" Dad began. "You've been smoking for God knows how long. You lied to me about where Tommy got the cigarettes. You came in here and spanked him, even after I disciplined him and you acted like an all around jackass. Anything else?"
Chipper looked down in shame and shook his head.
"Well then, I suggest you prepare yourself for a very severe spanking," Rod said as he doubled the belt over in his hand. "Grab that chair and bend over!"
Chipper spun around and grasped the top of Tommy's desk chair. He was bending over with his bottom sticking straight out. As Dad moved into position behind him, Tommy noticed he could see Chip's impressive _d_i_c_k_ and balls hanging down from between his legs. Savagely, he hoped that the end of the belt might stray and hit them at least once.
In a moment Uncle Rod was ready and started swinging. Tommy was surprised at how loud a noise the belt made as it connected with Chipper's rear. The SLAP! seemed to echo through the room and Chipper jerked in pain. His dad wasted no time between swings; Rod was bringing the belt down just as fast as he could. Already, Tommy could see red stripes where the first blows had landed on his cousin's ass cheeks. Chip was clearly trying not to cry, but it was obvious to Tommy that he was not going to succeed. He was yelping with each new blow and his dad showed no signs of stopping. Tom noticed that most of the blows seemed to be landing on the middle and lower parts of his brothers bum, with more than a few slapping across his upper thighs. Chipper's whole bottom was red as fire now, but his father was not done yet.
Chipper finally broke and began crying in loud, racking sobs. He pleaded for the beating to end, but his cries fell on deaf ears. Rod continued spanking him for a few minutes more; Tommy lost track of how many licks Chip had taken, but it had to be close to one hundred. He was sobbing uncontrollably and his naked bottom was colored so dark red it almost looked purple.
Uncle Rod finally stopped and he dropped Tommy's broken in brown belt to the floor. Chipper's legs gave way and he collapsed. He had been spanked beyond humiliation; he rubbed his beaten bottom as his huge pecker flapped about in front of him. Rod winked at Tommy and left the room again.
No longer having to control his grin, Tommy looked down at Chipper in delight. It was several minutes more before he even tried to talk to his older cousin, but when he did he made sure to rub it in.
That night, as Tommy was falling asleep, a call came to Uncle Rod. It was Tommy's mother...she was making plans to pick up her son in less than two weeks.