David stalked downstairs, leaving Skyler to cry in the corner. The man carried the strap in one hand and the hairbrush in the other. He met Michael at the bottom of the stairs. The younger boy looked like he was ready to burst into tears.
"Get over here, Michael. You are going to get spanked, too. You lied to me when I got home and I cannot tolerate that type of misbehavior."
"P-please, Uncle Dave, please don't be mean," Michael stammered.
"You didn't want me to punish you, but you bought punishment anyway. I'm going to give you a harder spanking for trying to deceive me than I would have given you for breaking the plate--plus you are going to get spanked for that as well."
Michael burst into tears. Yet he did not resist as David drew him close and slowly undressed him, one piece of clothing at a time, first his shirt, then his socks and shoes, finally his pants and underwear. The young boy, his body still _s_e_x_ually immature and smooth, knew that he was in serious trouble. He had listened as Skyler received his whipping and had suspected he would get a bad one, too.
Without ceremony, David pulled Michael across his lap. The boy was lighter than Skyler, so it was easy to position him for the optimal spanking angle. The man admired his nephew's smooth body, so pale, yet spankable. David picked up the hairbrush. He knew that he was going to spank Michael and show little mercy in the process.
WHACK!! The hairbrush fell. WHACK!! Again. WHACK!! And again. WHACK!! Michael started screaming almost immediately. David ignored his nephew's shrieks and kept on spanking. WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!
Michael bounced as the hairbrush fell. WHACK!! WHACK!! He could not believe how much his bottom was on fire from the savage spanking his uncle was giving him. WHACK!! WHACK!!
WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!
Although the target was smaller, David tried to make sure that he hit new areas with each stroke of the hairbrush. WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!
Michael's bottom had turned beet red almost immediately. WHACK!! WHACK!! The young boy was almost hoarse as the hairbrush continued to fall with monstrous regularity. WHACK!!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!
David looked down at his nephew's bottom. WHACK!! If nothing else, the hairbrush had obliterated most of the signs of Skyler's spanking. WHACK!! WHACK!! Michael would think twice before he ever bared his butt for anyone but his uncle. WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!
"Next time (WHACK!!), Michael (WHACK!!), I (WHACK!!) expect you (WHACK!!) to let me (WHACK!! WHACK!!) discipline (WHACK!!) you (WHACK!!) without you (WHACK!!) trying to (WHACK!!) cover it (WHACK!!) up (WHACK!!)."
Michael could barely breath as his bottom continued to explode with pain each time the hairbrush fell. WHACK!! His uncle was hitting him with a severity he had never experienced before. WHACK!! WHACK!!
WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!
Finally, David put the hairbrush down. Michael was sobbing, his spirit broken. Yet David knew that Michael also had to receive the strap. He gently rubbed his nephew's red, swollen bottom for several minutes. He let Michael sob himself out. Then he gently helped his nephew to rise. He picked up the boy and rubbed his back, carrying him to the couch. There he positioned Michael so that his bottom was over the arm of the couch, raised and exposed at the optimal angle.
"I'm sorry, Michael, but you have to know that I am serious. I have never used the strap on you before, but now is the time. If you fight or struggle, the whipping only gets worse." David picked up the strap, doubling it in his hands.
He swung the strap against his nephew's smooth, white thighs. WHAP!! The next stroke landed just above it. WHAP!! The third one just below. WHAP!!
Michael, who could not believe the pain from the hairbrush, felt something that hurt even worse. WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!!
His uncle was whipping him without mercy. WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! The young boy couldn't believe it. WHAP!!
Suddenly, he could take no more. Michael rolled out of the way, falling to the floor. David was not amused.
"That was really stupid, Michael. Now you will get more." Standing over his nephew, David swung the strap repeatedly. WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!!
Then the man reached down and scooped Michael up, putting him back over the arm of the couch. "Stupid (WHAP!!)! Stupid (WHAP!!)! Stupid (WHAP!!)" David swung the strap with extra vigor. WHAP!! WHAP!! Michael had obviously thought his uncle was not serious. WHAP!! WHAP!!
WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!!
Michael could no longer resist. WHAP!! WHAP!! He could no longer struggle. WHAP!! WHAP!! He could no longer cry. WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! He could just lie over the arm of the couch as his uncle whipped him without mercy. WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!!
WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!!
Finally, David put down the strap. Michael passively lay over the arm of the couch, waiting for whatever Uncle Dave wanted to do next. His body was reddish purple, with multiple welts. A small amount of blood oozed from the boy's back. Whenever he could catch his breath, he sobbed.
"OK, Michael, wait here. I need to go upstairs and take care of Skyler again."
(To be continued)