The lads ages seem to have been a bit confused (Sorry). So to clarify: Si - 14 Tim - 12 Scott (and his main friends) - 11 Mike - 9 Si's 'new' age - 8
I woke up rather early the next morning - after all I had been sent to bed by my little cousin really early. So I lied there for a good few hours before my cousin stirred and walked over to my bed. I was wearing my normal 'new' bed wear - a very tight and very short little boys T-shirt.
"Morning Si - how's your bum?!" grinned Scott
"Sore!" I answered gruffly
"Well hope that teaches you to be better behaved. You should know better to answer back and not obey your betters like me. Are you going to be better behaved today?"
"For gods sake - your only 11, stop trying to sound like my dad!" I snapped, forgetting for a moment the shenanigans of the previous day, burying my head in my pillow. Of course I soon felt the cool morning air on my body, as the sheets were pulled off my body.
"UP!" shouted Scott, grabbing my balls and squeezing hard
"Owww; gerrrof" I yelped, turning and staggering quickly to my feet, trying to pull my short little t shirt over my body
"Much better - now get your hands on your head!" demanded Scott, squeezing my chads tighter. I of course had little choice. " Good. Now then, have you completely forgotten yesterday, and how many times your bottom was spanked Si!"
"No!, look let go of my balls!" I pleaded, looking Scott over, standing there in his PJs, an obvious morning hardon appearing in his PJ bottoms. "You like this don't you!", I teased wincing though with every tug to my balls "Look at your _d_i_c_k_!". That was dumb!
"You just don't learn do you, little boy!; not only do you wake up forgetting that you are only 8, but you keep using naughty words! Don't you remember anything from yesterday? You know what's going to happen now don't you?!"
"Um, I haven't forgotten, Scott, its just difficult for me that's all.....OOWW! please stop tugging my di.....stop tugging my Pee-Pee" I corrected, reverting to baby talk for some good boy points!
"Oh that's right, I give you a threat and you act the angel! Sorry but that isn't going to work" Sneered Scott. "Come on, ask me for what you are going to get - or it will be worse" twisting my balls another time.
"Owwww; look I'm sorry for being a rude little boy - please spank my bot-bot to teach me how to behave better" once again, I just stood there in disbelief at what was happening - but hoping my display of humility would get his hands off my balls. Sure enough he let go of my balls, sat down on the side of my bed. I was just about to lower myself over my cousins lap, when he stopped me.
"No, I think I want you to pull up your little t shirt Si! Go on - as though you are going to take it off so it is around your head." Now given the size of this garment, there was no way it was going to interfere with my bare bum, but little Scott was becoming the demon of humiliation. Any twist or excuse to make a punishment worse. Nevertheless, I did as he asked, and the effect of my arms and vision being impaired by the shirt made me unable to do much except position myself naked in front of Scott and wait for him to guide me over his legs. So he pulled me over his legs and began my first spanking of the day. What with yesterday, the effect was quite quick in coming through. Unlike yesterday, I couldn't move my arms much either, so just lied there receiving my spanking and waiving my legs around.
Soon it was over and I was allowed to stand and rearrange my shirt. Scott went down to join the rest of the family, and I made the beds as yesterday, and trotted down afterwards. When I arrived in the kitchen, my uncle was quick to comment that I looked as if Id been crying and weather Id been in trouble again.
"Yes uncle; I was rude to Scott so he spanked my bot-bot for me again to teach me manners" I replied in my moist angelic way, hoping to earn favour. I was kind of getting used to my morning and evening dress, so was no longer trying to cover myself, as I went about helping to take things to the breakfast table, my naked bum, and now hairless _d_i_c_k_ and balls on view of all as I went about my business. Both my cousins were always in full PJs, and my uncle was dressed.
"Its not really sinking in is it Son?; well not to worry, we have got some extra time to help you- your dad phoned first thing to say he and your mum are going to be away another 2 weeks. I explained what has been happening, and they were very keen to continue with your programme - and hoped that Scott would be firm with you. I was going to get you to speak to them - but they were too disappointed in you to spend the time - they are going to phone on Sunday to see how your getting on."
"Sunday!" I gasped stopping dead in my tracks, "That's 6 days away! I got to go back to School on Monday too!"
"Yep, I know. I have already talked to some people about this. There is no point in you going to Tim's school for 2 weeks to join your year group, and I know you have your books here anyway."
"So I can work at home then?!" I replied, knowing that somehow this wasn't going to be what was in my Uncles mind.
"Well," grinned Uncle, "Yes and no! You are going to be able to work at home in the evenings - your school are sending through some extra stuff. However during the day, I've arranged for you to go to school with Mike and join the lower school there for the 2 weeks! After all you had such a good time there yesterday! What do you think of that?!"
"NO!!!" I hollered thinking of all the consequences "You cant make me! Its not fare"
"Well you should have thought about that before acting like such a brat - and stop throwing tantrums. 8! Your acting more like a 4 year old. You want us to treat you like a 4 year old instead - I have all the right things for you if you do!"
"But uncle, I'm trying to be a good boy, but Scott isn't helping. Please don't make me go to the little boys school! This is going on too far"
"But you are a little boy Si aren't you!" and then turning to Tim "Tell Si what happened to Scott when he kept throwing tantrums last year!"
"Well, Scott kept hollering at us when he was 8 like you about loads of stuff; so Dad here went out and got loads of baby gear - which we still got. Nappies (Diapers), a dummy (pacifier) a couple of romper suits, a big play pen - even a pushchair (stroller)! Scott went through that for 2 weeks before he learned, didn't you mate!" giggled Tim.
Scott just glowered at him, and blushed bright red. And I did too, for the threat just hung there. We ate breakfast in silence from then. I dint want to say anything that could be thought of as whining, and Scott was just too embarrassed.
"So what are you all up to today," asked Uncle at the end of the meal.
"Well I'm taking Scott to get his new seasons sports kit from the school shop, and Mike is coming over to play with Si"
"Eh? Since when?" I asked, probably with a bit too much menace - but Mike is the last person I wanted to see after yesterdays 'spank-fest', particularly after the submission he hand twisted out of me (quite literally if you recall - had managed to twist my balls in the back of his mums car till I agreed that I would do anything for him while I was staying with my Uncle. Scott overheard worse luck and agreed to intervene if I broke my word). He did give me a good wank though!
"Will you watch your tone young man, or would you like me to give your mouth a soap rinse?" growled Uncle "Now apologise!"
"umm..I'm sorry Tim I dint mean it to sound rude. Um when did you arrange with Mike to come over and play with me?"
With that there was a load knock on the back door!
"Yesterday, after you were sent to bed! That's him now - go let him in!"
I knew there was little point in arguing, so I got off my chair and went to the door. I know I said I was getting used to just wearing the silly T shirt, but that was around the family. Suddenly I was feeling very awkward again. I opened the door and there stood Mike, who broke into a huge grin at the site of me.
"Wow - you in the middle of getting dressed - I would have waited" he giggled.
"Oh very funny" I snapped.
Uncle stepped in, with a very strong stare!
"No; that's how little boys like Si dress for bed. Little boys have no need for PJs or pants, do they Si?"
"no sir" I blushed, glad to have my privates under the breakfast table again
"And of course, because he is such a naughty little boy, we can punish him much easier. Now where's your manners Si!" Get Mike here some breakfast - set him a place!" Reluctantly I got back of my chair and started for the kitchen cupboards.
"Hey! You in trouble again this morning Si?" sniggered Mike obviously noticing my ass.
"yeah!" I muttered, blushing
"Come on Si," demanded Scott "why dont you tell Mike what's happened!"
I sighed "Why dont you just leave it" I snapped
"You just dont learn do you?" snapped my uncle "You really are going to have to be a little more civil to people! Now tell Mike what happened - and Scott - will you fetch me a bucket of warm water and a new bar of carbolic soap please"
"Um, I was rude to Scott when I woke up, so I had my bot-bot spanked" placing some breakfast things in front of Mike, trying to ignore Scott place a bucket of water on the chair next to uncle.
"How?" giggled Mike, sensing my embarrassment
"Scott put me over his knee!"
"Yes - In fact Si has been rude to people all morning," responded my uncle in a very matter of fact way. "Has Si fetched everything you need?" Mike nodded. "Good; Si will you come over here now please." As I approached, my uncle wrapped his hand around my waist and pulled my onto his lap, my bare bum feeling the rough fabric of his jeans, his other hand resting across my own lap touching my hairless _d_i_c_k_. My feet could no longer touch the ground. "Now do you remember what I said would happened if this rudeness continued?"
In actual fact I couldn't - perhaps the bucket should have jogged my memory, but it didn't. "No - please dont spank me - you know this is kinda frustrating- I'm doing my best"
"Well your best isn't good enough - and perhaps you should listen more! I'm not going to spank you - but you do need to be taught a lesson about politeness. And that's where this comes in" said uncle pointing to the bucket, and pulling he chair it was on towards us, between my legs. Little boys who use rude words and disrespect their elders need to have their mouths cleaned out.
"Wow Mr Edward's - you really going to wash out Si's mouth with that soap?" asked mike in wonderment?
"nooooooo that's not fair" I cried struggling. Quick as a flash I found myself bottom up getting another spanking from my uncle.
"Dont"
whack!
"you"
whack!
"even"
"think"
Whack!
"about"
Slap!
"Struggling"!
Spank! With that he let me up. I wasn't crying, just very uncomfortable, so as he sat me back on his lap, I could se there wasn't much of a way out here. Looking at the lads around the table they were absolutely loving it! Uncle pulled the bucket back towards us and plunged in the soap, beginning to work up a lather.
"Please Uncle, I didn't mean anything; I'll try harder. Please dont make me do this!"
"Si! You want me to warm your little bottom again - just open wide and stick your tongue out! You forget your place around here, and little boys need to show respect." With that he pushed the really soapy bar of soap close to my lips.
"NO! I wont !"
Of course I found myself back on my tummy, bum in the air getting yet another slapping!
Slap!
"You!"
Spank!
"Just"
Slap
"Tell"
Spank!
"Me"
Whack!
"When"
Spank!
"You"
Slap
"Are"
Spank!
"Ready"
"Son!"
And with that a regular stream of slaps and spanks hit my bum until I was crying again. I had to stop him doing this, and the only way out was let him wash out my mouth. "Aright! Aright!" I sobbed. Uncle pulled me up
"What was that Si?"
"I'm Sorry! I'll do it now!" I snivelled
"Do what?" Smiled my Uncle
"Open my mouth Sir!"
"For what?" demanded my uncle
"For you to wash out my mouth"
"And why would I do that?" he demanded
"Because I'm a rude and disrespectful little boy!" I stammered, totally defeated.
"Very Well!" said my Uncle, repositioning me as before. "Open wide and stick out your tongue."
So I sat there, my bum stinging like hell. Mouth wide tongue out, watching my Uncle work up a lather with the soap, I was on his lap, and one of his arms was over my shoulder, ensuring he could use both hands in the bucket. I couldn't quite believe what was going on - that I was about to get this soap thrust in my mouth. I had seen a little boy get this treatment at my old infant school and remember him really gagging - he was naughty too! I never thought it would happen to me then - and certainly not the best part of 10 years later!
The tension was awful watching more and more soap form on the bar and on my uncles hands, but it wasn't long before my Uncle announced that he was ready, and both soapy hands - and the soap bar approached my face. My uncles fingers were first in the side of my cheek a little to pull it out a little - and then the bar of soap made its way in and over my tongue - and my uncle was moving it around. It was a couple of seconds before the bitterness hit me - it was disgusting - the worse taste ever - my uncle ignored my gagged noises and continued with the soap - he was clearly an expert - cause when I could stand no more and went to spit out he moved his hands, just keeping the bar there - of course I just bit down on the soap.
"Ha - that will teach you! -- just open you mouth and finish your punishment!" demanded my uncle. I had a few pieces of soap in my mouth now that I was desperate to get rid of. I just felt so sick. Nevertheless I opened up and poked out my tongue again. This time my uncle was in there with just his fingers - running all over my mouth - teeth tongue, cheeks, roof of mouth - the lot. And I just felt sick. I gagged a few times, its a wonder I wasn't sick!
"The I think that's done it dont you Si! You think that's washed out all that rudeness?"
"Yes uncle" I garbled through the soap "Can I rinse please?" I retched a little again - every time a bit of soap went down my throat it was really gross. My eyes were watering too.
"In a moment Si. I just want you to apologise to everyone for your rudeness; oh and just so you dont forget your place around here - you can address me as Sir from now on, and the boys as Master and their name - you understand?" (just to clarify - there is nothing sinister here for readers used to other types of reading! Master is often used in the UK to formally address young boys). I was in no position to argue
"Yes sir!" I wriggled off my Uncles lap and approached Tim. "I'm sorry I was rude to you Master Tim - it wont happen again!"
"Its OK Si - see that it doesn't!" smirked Tim
I moved to Scott. "I'm sorry I've been rude to you too Master Scott - it wont happen again!"
"Good!" Grinned Scott
I returned to my Uncle "I'm sorry Sir - it wont happen again. "I'll be much more polite in future!"
"OK Si - up you get then and rinse out" Again he pulled me up to his lap and pulled across the bucket. Although the water was soapy really - it was better than the neat soap in my mouth. Uncle held me around the waist as I leant in to the bucket and rinsed and rinsed and rinsed. When I was done I went to stand up, but Uncle was too quick.
"here let me clean you up!" As I stood in front of him he went for my t shirt I had warn to bed. "This will have to go in the wash!" he said as he pulled it from the bottom off over my head. "Come on pull up your arms Si!" As you can imagine - I would then be totally naked in front of the 3 younger boys, so I wasn't keen on the idea - but again, wasn't really in the position to argue.
Uncle used the shirt to dry my mouth and legs "There that's better! Oh come on Si dont look at me like that!" (its true, I was so angry I was either going to completely loose it or cry!) "I'm just helping you because I love you - come here!" with that he was pulling me back onto his lap - face on - my legs straddling his - pushing my head to his shoulder - one of his hands on my back the other under my bum - in a kind of rocking position that mums use for little kids. Why he thought this would be welcome I just dont know - but seeing the look on the 3 boys faces over his shoulder I can only imagine what I looked like. Naked hairless and being rocked - I was getting more and more like an 8 year old every day!