When I was fourteen, my parents had won a cruising trip around the Caribean Sea for two persons. They wondered where I should spend the three weeks, and it resulted that there were two possibilities: Staying with Uncle Mark or with Uncle Jerome. The decision was mine.
Uncle Mark is a silent person and seemed quite nice to me, and also I get along very well with his son David. Uncle Jerome is more like an authority; I didn't know him very well, but David had told me that he once spend a week with him and that Uncle Jerome is quite strict and even spanked him twice for misbehaving. I had never been spanked in my life - my parents didn't believe in that and besides, I'm such a nice guy so that it's unneccessary anyway.... :-)
Before continuing with this story, I should tell you that I'm an NFL-addict. My favourite team are the Tampa Bay Buccaneers - I spend my whole money on this obsession, and I had been to Tampa Bay (we live in Miami) twice. The first time was a present for my 10th birthday (going to Tampa Bay for a match vs. the Packers was my only wish), and the second time was vs. the Vikings when I had saved so much money for years that I could pay for the trip and the tickets for my father and myself.
OK, that was a bit off-topic, but it will help you understand why against all odds I told my parents that I did not want to spend the three weeks with Uncle Mark (who lives in New Orleans) but with Uncle Jerome - he lives in TAMPA BAY !!!!
Said and done, I came to Uncle Jerome. He's a very impressing person and I've got a lot of respect from him. After spending two days there, I knew the decision was right - we got along very well and I really liked him. He indeed was strict, but never injust and I adored his personality.
But when I asked him about going to the match against the Lions on sunday, he said that little boys like me shouldn't go to football matches; and so he prohibited what I had dreamt of and what in fact (more or less) I had come here for.
I already told you that I'm crazy for the Buccaneers, so this couldn't stop me.
As I had already been to a penpal of mine from Tampa Bay (Joey) twice the last two days, I thought it would not be too obvious that I ignore what Uncle Jerome said when I just leave on sunday and (seemingly) spend the day with my friend Joey. In order not to make it too obvious, I told him I would be back by 4 o'clock (a match that starts at 1 o'clock will by no means be finished by 4). I planned to leave the stadium earlier.
Well, although I intended to really stick to that promise, the whole atmosphere in the stadium and me having a real good time made me ignore everything I had said and how it was planned. Joey said I couldn't leave as it was so great (it indeed is great when the Buccaneers win because those days that didn't happen too often). To sum ist up: When I came home, it was around 6......
On my way "home" I was thinking about what might be awaiting me - I still hoped that he wouldn't guess where I'd been or that he would at least agree with my visit to the match because the "little boy" didn't go there all alone. I also wondered if he might spank me - but even regarding that possibility I said to myself that this wouldn't make a difference. I had such a good day - whatever the punishment would be, it couldn't change it. And even if he should spank me, I already then said to myself that I can't complain because I deserve it and the Buccaneers were worth it. And besides, I was also courious what a spanking would be like - the idea of getting one even fascinated me...
Uncle Jerome looked quite angrily as he opened the door. I excused for being late and not even lying I said that I was so occupied with Joey that I just forgot looking at my watch.
- "So, how did they play ?"
- "Who ?" I asked, knowing very well what he was talking about."
- "Come on, Randy, do you really think that I'm so stupid ?"
- "No, Sir."
- "So, would you please answer my question ?"
- "We've won."
- "And can you guess what's the price for your presence at that match ?"
- "I'm sorry, Uncle Jerome, but ...."
- "Randy !"
- "Yes, Sir ?"
- "Go to your room right now and get ready for bed !" I was so fast I would've overtaken Barry Sanders. After about one hour he came to me.
- "Are you angry with me ?" I asked.
- "Indeed."
- "I'm sorry. Are you gonna punish me ?"
- "You deserve it, don't you think so ?"
- "Yes, sir." Boy, I was the personified bad conscience !
- "Any idea what I should do to a naughty little boy like you ? Did your parents tell you what happens to kids in my house who don't obey ?"
- "No, they didn't. But David did. He told me that you spanked him twice."
- "Well informed, and that's what I'm gonna do to you - any objections ?"
- "No, sir."
- "So, would you be so kind to get across my lap ?" I stood by his side. "Do I ... do I have to put my pants down ?" -
- "Certainly, Randy. Real spankings are always on the bare."
I did as I was told and there I was, lying half-naked across his lap and getting my first spanking. I had heard many stories about spankings: They are abuse, adults who do that are wrong, no kid deserves a treatment like that etc. I hadn't wasted too many thoughts on that, but now I could judge it. I didn't feel abused. I didn't think Uncle Jerome was wrong. I understood very well why I was getting spanked.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! .....
The spanking went on and on, and it was quite painful, but I was concentrating on the Buccaneers. I thought about the match, the big plays, the touchdowns, and I knew that the afternoon I had had was worth it.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! .....
My ass was really on fire and the spanking seemed to last for hours. Then, after about 30 or 40 minutes, Uncle Jerome finally stopped. He said that this was enough for the beginning.
- "For the beginning ?" I wondered.
- "Yes, Randy, this was the first part. The second part you will receive tomorrow morning."
Then he congratulated me for taking the spanking so well, he said that he couldn't belive that this was the first time I got spanked, because usually just the thought of getting spanked can make a kid cry.
I think that if you cry when getting spanked, it should only be because of the pain. If I had thought that I was receiving an injust treatment, maybe I also would've cried about the pure fact of being spanked, but I knew very well what I got spanked for. If a kid cries while being spanked without feeling such a terrible pain, then the adult hasn't explained well enough why he's doing that to him. Uncle Jerome said that he was proud of me that I understood him; he gave me a big hug and then I went to bed.
The next morning we had breakfast together, I was sitting a bit uncomfortably, but it was bearable. After having finished, he told me to come to his room at 10 a. m. Exactly at that time, I knocked on his door. I had put off my trousers and underwear and left them in my room because I knew I wouldn't need them anyway. Uncle Jerome smiled as he saw me like that. And again, he ordered me across his lap.
Today, he took a lot of time to spank me. Each and every slap was very hard, and he gave it the time to sink in and fill my whole body with pain. I received about 100 slaps like that on my poor bottom, and it was soon glowing in a deep red.
- "Well Randy, as you are receiving a lesson about spankings, you should also axperience what it is like to get spanked with a belt. Get up and bend over the table there. You have to count every beat, it will be 30."
I knew that this was gonna be serious, but I didn't dare to protest. The Buccaneers were still worth that.
SLAP! - "Ooouuuuucchh!!!" I cried. "One."
SLAP! - "Two!"
D_a_m_n_, this was a lot worse than I had imagined.
SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP !
SLAP ! - "Thirty!" I was out of breath and sobbing.
- "OK, Randy, I see that you've reached your limits. I'll give you a break now, and later that day, I will give you another 50 with my hand and then you're through with it."
- "Thank you, sir." I sobbed. I was happy to have some time to relax. I went to the bathroom and had a look at my bottom. Oh dear, that was a mixture of crimson and purple. I spent the time waiting for the rest of my spanking lying on my stomach on my bed.
Were the Buccaneers still worth THAT ? The answer still was yes. Did I still deserve THAT ? Yes, I did. I knew it would take some days until I could sit down again, but by the next match, I would be fine again. But this match and the spanking it caused should be the topic of another story...
Well, that evening I got the rest of my spanking. It was certainly the most painful part and Uncle Jerome had me moaning with every beat; but I couldn't complain, because I knew what I had done to deserve that. As it was over, I remained lying across his knees, he rubbed some lotion into my bottom. During that, we were talking about spanking in general and he was proud of me that I accepted this kind of punishment and didn't feel treated bad or injust by him. And although I felt a horrible pain in my bottom, I said that I wouldn't object to further spankings in case I should misbehave again.