Ed's Cousins
Ed<ovrurnee@msn.com>

I was almost 15 and had still not reached puberty. My dad knew this because he regularly saw me naked when he spanked me. He also knew how embarrassed I was by it. My uncle and my two cousins came to stay with us for a few days. My cousins shared my room. They were only 12 and 13, but they both had reached puberty already. Both of them had bigger than average peckers which they loved showing off and they were always walking around nude in the bedroom. I took great pains not to let them see naked.

We lived nearby a stream which I was forbidden to go to, but I always did anyway. I took my cousins there but I didn't tell them that I wasn't allowed to be there. We started horsing around and they ended up throwing me in the stream. Thinking that it looked like great fun, they jumped in after me. I got very upset and told them not to tell my dad where we were and that I would make up some story.

When we got back to the house my dad and my uncle were sitting on the porch. My dad asked why we are wet, and before I could say anything, my cousins told them the whole story. Including that I hadn't told them we weren't allowed at the stream and that I told them not to tell. My dad asked me if this was true and I said, "Yes." He told us to go down to the basement and put ALL of our clothes in the dryer and he would come down with some towels for us.

When we got to the basement we all stripped our clothes off. I did it very slowly dreading the thought of my cousins seeing me nude for the first time. When they did see me they started making fun of my little boy _d_i_c_k_ and bragging about being younger than I was and having such big hairy ones.

After what seemed like an eternity my dad and uncle came downstairs. My uncle was carrying clothes for my cousins and my dad was carrying a stack of towels. He handed one to each of my cousins. When he gave me mine I could see that he was holding the wooden paddle that he used to spank me.

My dad said, "We have a rule about going down to the stream, don't we?" I said, "Yes." He said, "Do you want to tell your cousins what happens when you break the rules?" I said softly, "I get spanked." He said, "We didn't hear you." and I repeated it louder.

My cousins were dressed by now, but of course I was still naked. My father told me to go bend over the workbench and stick my bottom out. Usually he puts me over his knee and locks me in place with his other leg so I can't squirm. I was somewhat relieved that my uncle and cousins at least were not going to see that. He told my cousins to watch closely so they could see what happens to bad boys in this house. Then he started to paddle me.

My dad always paddled real hard, but this time each whack seemed even worse than usual. I was not used to being in this position and as much as I tried I couldn't keep myself from squirming and pulling away. Several times My dad would stop paddling and tell me to stick my bottom back out. Each time he had to do that he sounded madder and seemed to paddle me even harder.

My dad never stopped paddling until I was bawling, but I was determined that my cousins were not going to see me crying on top of everything else. I kept gritting my teeth, and trying to be still, but my dad just kept whacking and whacking until I broke down, sobbing and begging him to stop. After he finally did, he told me to stay there in the basement until I had stopped crying and if I took too long he'd be back. Then everyone went upstairs.

I tried to pull myself together, but just when I'd stop crying I'd think about my younger cousins with their big hairy _d_i_c_k_s seeing me still getting spanked like a kid, and I'd start again. I did not want to go upstairs and face the embarrassment of seeing everyone, but I knew the longer I waited the angrier my dad would be. Finally I was able to make the long trip up the stairs and into the living room where they all sat talking as if nothing ever happened.

When I walked in, still naked, they all stopped and looked at me. My dad made me apologize to my uncle for disrupting his visit and to my cousins for getting them to do something that I knew was wrong. He then sent me to my room and told me I'd have to stay there for the rest of the day. I turned to leave and I knew everyone's eyes were on my flaming red bottom. But I just wanted to get out of there and be alone. As I was leaving I heard my cousins ask if they could come too. My dad said, yes, but reminded them that I was being punished and was not to join them in any activities. When we got to my room they started taunting me about getting spanked and crying like a little boy with a little boy _d_i_c_k_. It was a miserable afternoon.