Strip Poker in the Summer


by Robert

When I was a boy, sometimes the summers went a little slowly because I did not have a lot of friends. However, one summer when I was 10 years old, two older boys, both 15, used to come to my house and play with me. My parents were at work so we had the house to ourselves. And since they were older, I would usually let them select the game. Sometimes we played stickball in the vacant lot or just climbed trees.

We loved to play cards and these two boys always would talk me into playing strip poker. I didn't like to play strip poker because I usually lost and sometimes ended up naked. I always suspected that they would change the rules so that I would lose. To this day I am not certain, but I do remember taking off my clothes quite often.

Because I got so tired of losing, sometimes they would let me win. Sorta. I remember one afternoon when I got some good hands and before I knew it, I had these two 15-year-old boys down to their underpants. I was thrilled. Not only did I get to see them in their undies, I was actually winning a game. In fact, I actually got luckier. Soon these two boys were naked. And I certainly liked that!

One day we were playing strip poker when the two teenagers were quickly taking off their jeans. I felt like I was having another lucky day, but it didn't last long. A run of bad luck had me taking off my shoes, socks, shirt and pants within a few minutes. Then I lost another hand. I stood up and slid my white, cotton briefs down and tossed them to one side. I was totally naked. And, of course, as they always did, the two boys stared at me and played with their crotches.

That's when my stepfather walked in. He saw the two boys in their underpants and me naked. He was furious. "What's going on here?" he shouted.

Well, it was hard for us to explain. We just stuttered, and tried desparately to give a sensible answer. Finally one of the teenage boys said, "We're playing strip poker."

That didn't go over too well with my stepfather. In fact, I had never seen him so upset.

He grabbed one of the boys and stood him up. Then while holding one arm, he began spanking the boy. I was so surprised. And so was the other teenage boy. He gave him about 20 hard smacks on his underpants before telling him to "get dressed." Then he grabbed the other teenage boy, stood him up, held his left arm, and began smacking his fanny. Real hard smacks, maybe about 25 or so. He made both boys cry, which surprised me. I didn't think teenagers cried when they got spanked.

After giving the two boys a good spanking, he made them go home. I have never seen two boys get dressed so fast. Within about 90 seconds they were gone.

Then he looked at me. "Robert, I can't believe you got naked in front of those two boys. Now stand up!" Still naked, I stood up. He stared at me. For a long time. He had never done that before. Usually during spanking sessions, they were pants down and a quick spanking. Maybe it was because I was naked that he stared. As I think back on it, I don't blame him for staring. At 10 I was a good-looking little guy!

He sat down, pulled me over his lap, and quickly began spanking my bare bottom. My cute little round, smooth, fleshy bare bottom! And he spanked me hard. Harder than usual. Lots of hard slaps to my naked cheeks."Naughty naughty boy!" he yelled.

Then more spanking.He gave me one of the hardest spankings I ever got in my life. And after the spanking, he made me stand naked in the corner. For one hour. After about 30 minutes, he came into the room and slapped my bare ass a few more times. "Just for good measure," he said.

At the end of the hour, I was allowed to get my briefs on. But nothing else. In fact, I had to wear just my little briefs for the rest of the afternoon and evening. That was one way he would punish me. Sometimes he would say, "No spanking this time, Robert, but strip down to your little undies!"


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