Gran 4


by Anonymous

Dad and I started making up the hazel switch as soon as we got back to the workshop. Each switch was about two feet long. Dad wrapped a strong rubber band round the fat end of six sticks, held together and then put another tape about seven inches into the sticks. He whacked the palm of his left hand and was satisfied.

''Better try it out boy,'' he said .

''No way,'' I replied, remembering how much the thing had stung me when I was younger. In the end though he persisted so much and told me that the deal was as follows: he would talk his buddy into letting me spank one of the boys if I got my pants off and bent over. He applied the 'birch' and it stung my butt like crazy. The hazel birch feels like nothing else when whipped across bare butt.

After a few strokes he pronounced himself satisfied. He had enjoyed whipping me throughout my life and I could not believe that at the age of 19 and with a kid of my own on the way I had just had my bare butt blistered. I actually felt sorry for the kid who was going to be getting it that night , even though I had never met him.

Part 2

dad had been preparing for the following Friday. He had told Gran and mum that I would not be spanked that week. He wanted the nine year olds bottom to be free of blemishes or its usual bruises for his friends to enjoy.

Ben was strapped early that night. I heward him screaming as usual. Mum and Gran were long gone. At the bingo enjoying themselves while I waited downstairs crying as Ben screamed with each whack of the strap. He was thirsty but had not been allowed anything to drink since lunch. Dad said he aws not going to have the bed wet again.

Uncle Fred and his son Bruce knocked at the door. He was not my real uncle but Dad had told me that as he was Dad's good friend I should call him uncle. I did not know if I should open the door but just then Ben stopped screaming and dad yelled at me to let them in. I dried my tears and opened the door.

Dad had told me that I was to sit on the floor when the adults arrived so I said hello and walked into the room. They followed and sat down. The TV was on so while I was waiting for Dad to come down I laid on my tummy and watched TV. I had my white briefs on and I heard one of the men comment that I had a nice small butt. I was embarrased but did bot look up.

Dad came down and asked the older man if he had brought it. I did not understand what he meant but the man siad yes it was in the car and would Dad like to see it. I rested watching TV as Dad and the older man went outside and then came back intoi the kitchen. Dad sat in his chair and told ne to fetch three cold beers. I did as I was told and as I entered the kitchen I noticed a stick, made up of six thinner sticks on the table. I had not seen anything like it before. I deleivered the beeers without delay. I did not like the way Bruce said to me. ''Good boy'' as I handed him his beer. None of them said thankyou.

After the men had drunk their beers dad told me to go and give Uncle a cuddle, as I went over the man lifted me up so that my legs were either side of his left thigh and my face was at the level of his chest.

''Give me a nice kiss boy'' jhis said and I looked at Dad.

''Do as you are told'' dad said. So I kissed the man.

''Put your arms round my neck '' the man ordered so I did so and put my face onto one side of his chest. The next thing I felt was my underpants beimg pulled down underneath my bottom and the man started to stroke my bare bottom. No one other that my mum, Gran or dad had ever touched me like this and I felt embarrased and nervous. The man played with my bottom for a long time before he said'' could Bruce go and see Ben?'' to my Dad.

Dad relpied ''sure, he needs to be taken to the bathroom. If he does not perform for you you have my permission to smack his butt Bruce'', my father added.

Bruce headed out of the room.

Part 3 Bruce palys daddy

I had never spanked a kid before but I knew just what I would do. I had it all worked out. Uncle Fred had told me that Bens dad would keep him off liquids so that he would not be able to relieve himself in the bathroom. That would give me the excuse to spank. I was going to spank hard too.

As I opened the door the boy was sobbing and I could see the strap marks on the boys little butt. he was curled up and still sobbing quietly. I walked to his bed and turned him over saying ''hello I am Bruce''. Ben looked alarmed to see a stranger so I immediately said that I was a friend of his Dads and he was to come with me to the bathroom. Ben had angelic good looks. If I have a boy I hope he looks that cute, I thought. I stood behing the boy watching as he stood at the john holding his tiny thing over the basin. ''Go on boy, we haven't got all night'' I said impatiently. Nothing happened. ''If you don't go now I will spank your bottom'' I said sharpely but of course the boy could not go.''Right boy, back to your bed''I ordered and he shovelled off to this room. I left his bedroom door open so that they could hear downstairs. I hoisted the young boy over my lap, he was lighter than I had imagined and revelled at the sight of the strap marks. I musat be great being a dad, I thought.

I began by rubbing the boys cheeks lightly and than gave my first smack to his bottom. My hand covered both sides of the bottom and a large red imprint arose on the small bottom. My hand was warm by the third smack and Ben was crying freely. The hand spanks on top of the strap marks must have been more than the six year old could stand and he started to cry loudly. I was loving every sevcond. The small body writhing on my lap and the legs kicking as if to relieve some of the stinging that my hand was applying with relish to the small round bottom.

When I had finished bens bootm was bright red and he was blubbering. I finished with some of the hardest smacks I could give and my right hand was now stinging, but not as much as the biys young buttocks. I palced ben back on the bed and went downstairs.

Part 4 Uncles turn

While Bruce was upstairs with ben I had had the nine year old in the corner, naked apart from his white underpants just under his pert young bottom and hands high in the air. When Bruce was this age I had him do the same thing, it is quite difficult for a boy to keep his arms stretched in the air. Of course if they fall the boy will earn and extra whipping.

I told Bruce to put the blindfold on the boy if his Dad did not object. I knew his Dad would not as we were good buddies. The boy cried, he had never had the blindfol but I found blindfolding a boy most effective. They wriggle and fight a lot more if they see the birch rod. I went to the kitcehn to fetch the switched and returned to fing his Dad holding the boy's arms over one side of the sofa and Bruce was sitting on the floor between the boys legs, holding them down. The boy was crying...he knew that whatever was happening would be painful, but he could never have gussed how painful it would be.

I placed the birch on the boys bottom. The switches splayed out and coevered both pert young buttocks, fronm the peak to the underbottom. The boy's white butt quivered and he tensed. I just stood there holding the birch against the young flesh and then, lifting it off the unblemished surface I woaited to him to relax his bottom muscles. After a short while this happened and I whistled the birch down, cracking it on the boys butt. The scream from the boy would have woken the dead. There is nothing like a bunch of very thin hazel swithes tied together and applied hard to a young boys bottom to ignite an unbearable pain. Immediately six bright red lines developed on the surface of the bottom. Excellent I thought. His dad looked at me in awe. I don't think he had expected the birch to be as effective. Bruce, who had a graet view up at the bottom was growing like fury in his crutch, I noticed, and so was I. I adjusted myself before applying the next stroke. After about ten hard strokes I stopped. The boys bottom was lasserated with thin red strpes and a small trickle of blood fell from one of the wounds.

We kept the sobbing boy in position, forcing him to remain still, although his body struggled against the incredible pain which I had applied to it. The small bottom was now twiching but eventually the crying became sobs.

''Will you be a naughty boy again?'' I asked the boy, smiling at his Dad

''Noooo oo ooo'' was all we could make out from under the sobbing.

The following weekend we took Ben and his older brother camping in the woods.....


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