Bill crept silently down the hallway, alert for any tell-tale noises. Pacing as carefully as he could, he checked the spare bedroom and bath thoroughly. Finding nothing, he crept slowly into the master bedroom. He paused just inside the door. He hadn't exactly heard anything, but some indistinct sense told him that this was the room. He would find them just over there, behind the bed. Two quick steps, and he looked down - at nothing.
Instantly his head bounced forward, reeling from impact. Before he could react, both of his nephews were bounding out of the closet, scrambling up his back, and pummeling him with more pillows. The three collapsed on the bed and rolled across as one before dropping to the floor on the other side. The initial attack had overwhelmed Bill, but the boys failed to work together, and soon he had them at bay, holding off one while he tormented the other, then switching his attention to the first again. He squeezed them and tickled them, lightly slapping at them, and, of course, smacking them. He finished them off with a few good swats each.
As the trio lay panting and giggling on the floor, Eddie turned to his cousin and said, "See, I told you he would."
Alex, considerably bigger though only a few months older than Eddie, only mumbled in reply.
"I'm gonna' ask, Alex, I'm gonna!" Eddie chanted.
"No! Eddie..." but he was too late.
Eddie had rolled over on top of his uncle, pinning him to the floor and staring deep into his eyes. He assumed his most serious expression and asked, "Uncle Bill, do you really enjoy spanking us?"
In the four years since Bill Baxter had moved back to his home town, he had become a major figure in his nephew's lives. He had moved in across the street from his sister and her husband, and their children were a constant presence in his home. He frequently provided after school care, keeping half an eye on the kids and their homework while finishing up a day's work in his study. Of all his sister's kids, Alex was his favorite. The shy, serious, deeply loving ten year old found reason to be at Uncle Bill's house as often as possible.
Bill's brother had died shortly before he returned to town, but his widow lived just a few miles away, and Eddie, their only son, was another fixture in Bill's life. He had moved back in part to be near the family in the wake of his brother's death, and he had never regretted the move. Eddie was as gregarious as Alex was reserved, but the two were closest friends. Eddie frequently stayed with either Alex's family or with Bill. Bill loved his energy and was amused by his mischief.
The whole family believed in corporal punishment, and it was assumed that Bill would spank his nephews whenever needed. His brother-in-law had promised to make him a paddle to keep in his house, but it had never materialized, and Bill said nothing. He supposed it would be fun to have his own paddle, and he had enjoyed using the one at Alex's home once, but as long as he didn't have one he had the perfect excuse to pull down the boys' pants and smack their beautiful, bare bottoms. He had done so to both on several occasions, and had even needed to spank Eddie rather harder than usual a few times. The strait answer to Eddie's question would be yes, he did like spanking them, very much in fact. All the same, he would rather leave that unsaid.
Clearly he had taken liberties with the boys. It wasn't enough that he spanked them when they were bad, he always took swats at them when he could. Eddie, who was the more demonstrative of the two and who was always climbing on him, would occasionally lie across his lap as though for a spanking, and Bill always obliged him with a few swats. On the night before Eddie's tenth birthday he had even taken the daring step of pulling down the boy's pants for an early birthday spanking, "on the birthday suit," as he had put it at the time. Though Eddie had taken it as a good sport, Bill had not repeated that game ever since, and he only bared his little nephew when he needed to spank him. Evidently once had been enough, and now the two boys had been discussing his odd inclinations. How should he respond?
Bill gazed up into the boy's face, then moved his hand up to pat and squeeze the ten year old rump. "Of course, Eddy," he answered with a grin. "You know I never pass up a chance to warm your seat for you!" And with that, he swatted the boy once, hard. He had answered truthfully, but in a tone that could suggest jesting if the boys chose to read it that way. It was probably his safest bet. Eddie giggled some more and winked at Alex, who looked rather relieved. He had evidently feared that his uncle would be angry with the question.
At that most inopportune moment Bill heard his business phone ringing. He left the boys and trotted down the stairs to his study. There was a problem with a client out West, where it was still business hours, and Bill was tied up in various phone calls for the next hour. He desperately wanted to know what his nephews were saying or doing, but he felt he better not pry, and besides, he had to attend to business.
At last the calls ended, and Bill emerged from the office. He shouted upstairs to the boys, "Alex, are you staying for dinner?"
"Yeah."
Eddie was staying the night, so no need to ask him. Bill decided to call his sister to double check, and of course there was no problem. He stepped out on the deck and fired up the grill, then came back to the kitchen to get burgers ready and to throw a salad together. He worked for a few moments before the boys wondered in and hopped on the stools by the counter. Both looked smug and secretive, and he half hoped they had moved on to some other mischief.
"Uncle Bill?" This was Eddie.
"Yes?"
"Which one of us do you like to spank more?"
Bill had no idea what to do with that one. Obviously the boys had not strayed from the topic during the time he was on the phone, and now he was still faced with the dilemma of how to get through this dangerous spot. He adopted his best imitation-grandfather tone and said, "Now boys, you know I like to spank you both, just the same."
The boys groaned, and Bill hoped that was it, but they persisted. They hounded him as he put the burgers on the grill, and they hounded him as he dished out the salad, and they hounded him as he poured cokes for the three of them. Even Alex was getting into this game, hanging on Bill's arm and pleading, "Please, Uncle Bill, say you like smacking me." Bill felt like he was tap dancing in a mine field, but he had to admit he was getting excited by this conversation. He managed to avoid reaching down and swatting either boy, but he was awfully tempted.
Just as dinner was ready, he tried to end it by suggesting, "Maybe I need to give you each a good, hard spanking, and then I'll know."
Quickly, too quickly, first one boy then the other nonchalantly said, "OK."
So, that was where this had been heading. It was clearly Eddie's idea, although why he wanted to goad his Uncle into spanking them was more than Bill could guess. This must have been the gist of the conversation while he was in the study, and possibly earlier, too. Now Bill felt trapped. As the three began eating, he tried to worm his way out.
"Of course you know, it would be hard to make a fair test. There are several types of spankings, and I don't even know what you are talking about."
"What do you mean," asked Alex.
"Well, say I was just going to smack at you for fun, like earlier in my bedroom. Or say even a longer spanking, like a birthday spanking, was just for fun. That would be different from one I might give you if you were bad, and different still from what you would get if I were really mad. Eddie can tell you about that, if he hasn't already." Eddie blushed momentarily at that. "So how would I know how to spank you? It wouldn't work at all."
"But we were talking about 'fun' spankings," Alex protested. "You don't mean to say you enjoy the real ones, too?"
"Of course, dummy!" retorted Eddie. "The harder, the funner!"
Bill was more and more uncomfortable. The little guy knew him all too well. He needed to put a stop to this. He figured he had gone this far saying outrageous things, so he might as well push a little further. Soon Alex, and then both boys, would decide to drop it. "The only way it would work would be if I were to spank you each several times, a different way each time, and each time a bit harder, and compare each type of spanking. I don't think you want to do that."
"Well," said Eddie thoughtfully, "How many times?"
Honestly, Bill had suggested this assuming that the boys would back off, but as soon as he realized Eddie, at least, was still contemplating a contest, his excitement began to get the better of him. He suddenly really wanted the opportunity to spank both boys, and to spank them hard, and he suddenly realized that he was close to getting the chance. He stopped trying to scare them off. He could, for instance, have suggested a dozen or so spankings, and everyone would have laughed. Instead, he looked over at Alex, who was now looking nervous again, and chose his words carefully.
"I suppose it would take three. One would be basically fun, just enough to sting a little. The second would be like a normal punishment spanking, say five hard swats. The last," here he looked at Eddie, "Eddie here could tell you about. It would be a lot of smacks, each one harder and the last few as hard as I can." Eddie was nervous, but he was also committed and couldn't back out. Alex, on the other hand, was ready to do just that when Bill turned to him. "Of course, if you're too scared..." he paused meaningfully, and was rewarded with an indignant reply.
"I'm not scared! Maybe Eddie's scared, but I'm not."
There it was. Both boys began arguing over who was tougher, and neither would back out now. Bill could scarcely believe he was doing this, but he couldn't back out, either. He let the two argue for a moment, then said, "Alright, we'll begin after dinner."
Dinner was over, and the two boys sat next to each other on the couch in Uncle Bill's Den. He pulled the ottoman to the center of the room, and sat on it, just as he often had before administering a punishment spanking to one of the boys. He faced them squarely, and went through the speech he had come up with over dinner.
"Alright, there will be three spankings for each of you, the fun one, the light punishment, and the serious punishment. After giving each of you a spanking, I will decide who wins that round. Eddie, you were right earlier, 'The harder, the funner.' So, the spankings will be worth more as we go along. The first is worth one point, the second worth two, and the third worth three. That means that even if one of you looses the first two, he can still catch up on the third and tie. If you split the first two, the third will decide the winner. OK?"
The two boys nodded soberly from the couch. Bill had thought carefully about who to start with. He assumed that both boys were half expecting the second two spankings to be bare bottom, but he wanted to pull their pants down right away. Alex might object, but Eddie had never objected to the bare birthday spanking, and was unlikely to do so now. "Eddie," Uncle Bill beckoned, "come here."
The little imp grinned as he hopped off the couch and trotted over to his uncle. "The first spanking will be twenty smacks. They may sting, but only a little. Are you ready?" Eddie giggled and lowered his eyes shyly. Then he looked back up and nodded.
Bill said nothing more, just reached for the drawstring of Eddie's shorts and pulled. In a moment he had the little boy's shorts down to his knees, and he took hold of the waist-band of his briefs. He pulled those down, as well. Eddie stood impassively; he was used to being disrobed by the adults in his family. Bill reached over and took Eddie's left hand, drawing him forward and down. The boy eased himself over his uncle's lap, clearly familiar with the position. He took a moment to adjust himself comfortably, then waited.
Bill gazed down at his nephew's cute, bare little bottom. He had seen it often enough, and had enjoyed spanking it before. Somehow this time was different. He knew that he was going to spank this boy three times, each time harder. He would spank him as hard as he ever had, but this time the purpose was pleasure. He had enjoyed the other times, but somehow this situation was much more exhilarating. It was so outrageous, spanking the boy hard enough to make him cry, and for no more reason than that he enjoyed it. The idea was mind-blowing, and his whole being trembled in anticipation.
He ran his hand over the back of the boy's legs, caressing gently. Then he moved his hand up and rubbed the tiny bottom. After a moment he drew his hand up and smacked Eddie rather lightly. The boy jerked a little, and his uncle adjusted him a bit before smacking him just a smidgeon harder. After two more smacks, Bill decided to surprise the boy with a good stinger. Eddie drew in his breath sharply, raised himself up, then slowly settled back into his uncle's lap. As Bill continued to administer stinging smacks to his nephew, the boy began to moan. It wasn't really a pained sound, though, and Bill began to think the little guy was enjoying himself almost as much as he was. Soon he was writhing, but slowly, sensuously, and in time with the smacks.
Then, to Bill's complete amazement, he felt a new pressure against his leg, and he realized that his nephew was becoming aroused. This was the explanation, then. Eddie had staged this little contest as a way to get himself spanked simply because he shared his uncle's enjoyment of the activity. Needless to say, recognition of Eddie's enjoyment was exhilarating for Bill. When he had counted out the twenty smacks, Eddie lay panting on his lap, and Bill was nearly panting himself. He resumed rubbing his little nephew's bottom, and the boy seemed to nestle down tighter against his lap. In a moment he pulled him up and turned him to face him. Eddie smiled shyly at him, and Bill pulled the boy in for a nice hug. At last he pulled his pants back up and gave him a final swat as he turned back to the couch.
Alex stood, took a deep breath, and walked purposefully to his uncle. Bill took hold of him and simply said, "Alex, your spanking will be exactly like Eddie's. Are you ready?" Alex nodded, and Bill tugged at the zipper of the boy's khaki shorts. Alex, like Eddie, was not especially unused to the process, and he submitted quietly while his shorts and his underpants were pulled down, then he laid across his uncle's lap. He was taller than his cousin, but still fit comfortable. His bottom, though not exactly plump, was fuller than Eddie's. Bill caressed and rubbed this nephew as he had the last. Next he began to smack him.
Bill was still not entirely certain why Alex was going along with this. He had probably been pressured by Eddie in much the same way that Bill himself had manipulated him. He was here to prove he wasn't a coward. Maybe the first spanking was a bit of a fun adventure, but clearly it was no more. He made no sound throughout his spanking. He squirmed a little toward the end, but certainly didn't writhe with pleasure. He continued to lay patiently while his uncle rubbed his bottom some more, then climbed back to his feet.
Bill looked at Alex, saw the quirky little smile he loved so much, and hugged the boy even tighter than he had Eddie. He caressed the bare bottom a moment longer, then pulled up the shorts and sent him back to the couch with a few pats to the bottom. He only had to think for a moment. He loved Alex, and the boy really had a nicer body than Eddie. He had an especially nice bottom. But there was just no competing with Eddie's obvious enjoyment of his spanking. Just thinking about it drove Bill wild all over again.
Looking up seriously, he spoke. "Alex, I enjoyed spanking you. I really like you, and it was great fun to smack your cute little butt." Alex shifted uncomfortably. "But, I have to say, Eddie wins this round. His spanking was a blast." Eddie simply beamed. Alex shrugged, but, to Bill's surprise, he looked a little disappointed. The competitor that resides inside every boy was getting the better of him, and a part of him actually wanted to win this ridiculous contest. He was gracious enough, though, and managed to give his cousin a decent smile.
Bill glanced at the clock and saw that the boys' favorite show was coming on, so he suggested that they wait and continue with the second spanking after the show. The boys agreed, so Bill joined them on the couch, and they snuggled up to him, one on either side. He wrapped an arm around each and cuddled them close. They both enjoyed the show, but he mainly watched the clock, anxious for the half-hour to end.
Bill sat on the ottoman again, gazing seriously his two nephews. The show had ended just a moment before, and all were tense with anticipation as they prepared to begin the second phase of the competition. This time he had decided to start with Alex so that the less enthusiastic boy wouldn't have to suffer through watching his cousin get it, knowing he was next. The boy nodded resolutely when his uncle called him, then slowly rose and walked over to him.
Bill grasped his nephew firmly, then fixed him with a hard, sober gaze. This time he patterned his speech after what he might say if he were actually punishing the boy. "Alex, you are going to get five good smacks. I want you to take it bravely. Don't try to get away, and don't interfere with your swats. Are you ready?" Alex had know that this time would be like a real spanking, but he was unready for his uncle's serious demeanor, and for a moment he wavered. It was only a moment, though, and he again met Uncle Bill's eye and nodded.
Once again Bill lowered the shorts and the briefs, but this time he forcibly propelled the boy across his lap, not letting him lie comfortably. He got a firm grip on Alex's waist with his left hand, pinning him in place with his arm. There was no sign of the earlier spanking. He had probably given the boys a warm, tingly sensation in their bottoms, and there had been a little redness, but nothing that would last this long.
Bill patted Alex's bottom twice. The boy was probably expecting another rubbing session, and thus was surprised when his uncle suddenly cracked his hand down hard, snapping his wrist at the end for extra force. The smack landed exactly at the center of the bottom. Alex gasped sharply, not really ready for the pain. After only a brief pause, Bill repeated the smack, just as hard and in exactly the same place. With only five swats to work with, he had decided to focus on one spot, allowing the pain to build cumutively. This time Alex let out a strangled cry, trying manfully not to blubber. He twisted sharply on his uncle's lap, unable to avoid the three remaining swats. He was writhing now even more than Eddie had in the first round, but in pain rather than pleasure. After each swat he cried a bit louder, and when it was over he collapsed trembling and whimpering.
Bill pulled him up quickly and hugged him tightly until he had finished crying. For those brief moments he feared this had all been a terrible idea, but when Alex had pulled himself together, he managed a smile, and said, "You got me real good that time, Uncle Bill." Bill was overwhelmed with love for his nephew, not for the first time. He was an incredible kid. He had to hug him once again before releasing him.
When Bill turned his attention to his smaller nephew, he saw an unmistakable gleam in his eye. He had really thought that Alex's spanking might calm Eddie down a bit, but the opposite seemed to be the case. He danced over to the ottoman, and shifted from foot to foot while Bill repeated essentially the same speech as he had give to Alex. Once his pants were down, he jumped over Bill's lap even as the adult was pushing him down.
Bill spanked Eddie just as hard as he had Alex, but it didn't seem to matter. Eddie squirmed with obvious pleasure, just as he had before. He moaned and cried out, but never sounded truly upset. Bill put all he could into the smacks, and Eddie's bottom was flaming red, but when it was over, he relaxed with a sigh rather than a sob across his uncle's lap. When he was pulled to his feet, he hugged Uncle Bill as hard as he was being hugged himself. He didn't seem to want to go back to the couch when it was all over.
Once again Bill looked down for only a moment. It was absolutely incredible that Eddie was able to enjoy such a sound spanking. Bill was thrilled with the thought, and it opened up no end of possibilities. All the same, Bill couldn't get his mind off Alex squirming and crying on his lap. It was tough to explain, since he really did love both boys, but he truly took pleasure in punishing them. He had never before done so without cause, but he now had to admit, he loved not just the feel of their bottoms and their writhing on his lap, but he also loved the crying and the knowledge that he had such power over them. The thought scared him, but it was undeniable. Given the choice between giving pleasure to Eddie or pain to Alex, he would choose to give pain.
He looked over to the two boys, waiting expectantly on the couch. "Eddie," he began, "once again, that was great. I loved that as much as any spanking I ever gave before. But Alex's was even better. Alex, buddy, you really came alive this time. Thank you, it was great." Eddie was noticeably disappointed, but Alex surprised Bill again by pumping his fist in triumph. He had never really wanted this contest, but, bizarre though the whole thing was, now that he was in it he was determined to win.
Bill beckoned to both boys, and they came over to hug him again. He took one bottom in each hand and caressed them, seeking to rub the burn out for the boys. He was pretty certain neither was ready to go on to round three just yet, so he suggested they go downtown and get some ice cream for dessert. The final round could wait until they got back. This suggestion was well received by all, and the boys piled into Bill's Jeep while he locked up the house.
As soon as he got into the Jeep, Bill perceived that there was an argument between the boys. It turned out that both had taken note of the fact that in each of the first two rounds, he had selected the nephew whom he spanked first, and both boys were certain that this was significant. Each was determined to go first in the last round. Bill smiled to himself at their simplicity; he had good reasons for each decision so far. At last the boys settled things with a best of three rock-paper-scissors game, and it was determined that Alex would go first. Eddie was momentarily disappointed, but still confident that he could win.
With that decision out of the way, the boys turned to bragging about how tough they were and how much fun they would give Uncle Bill back at the house. Bill was certain it was the strangest trash-talk he had ever heard. As he parked on the busy main street of the town, he reminded the two boys to be careful what they said in public. They really didn't need any strangers picking up on the gist of their conversation.
Inside the ice cream shop the boys were hyper and jittery. Both crowded close to Bill and both tried to sit next to him at the table, with the result that Eddie wound up temporarily on his lap. A few of the patrons smiled with amusement at the scene, but Bill just became all the more tense. He didn't want people noticing them and listening in on their talk. Eddie in particular kept pushing the limit, hinting broadly at the fact that he might get himself a spanking if he kept acting this way. Bill was perturbed; the boys knew better than to talk that way in public, no matter what the situation was.
Eventually he pulled both boys close to him and whispered to them, "Boy's be more careful what you say! Don't you remember what I said in the car? You don't want me to get angry for real, do you?" Eddie's mischievous personality must have been infecting Alex, because he rolled his eyes, leaned forward, and pantomimed spanking himself. Eddie guffawed loudly. Bill sat back and sipped his root beer float in silence while the boys continued their antics. No one seemed to pay them any unwanted attention, but he was still irritated with the boys.
He decided that everything was probably alright, but that he would continue to play up that irritation, using it for the last round of the contest. He would go through with what he and the boys had agreed upon, but would do it in such manner that they would be uncertain whether he was serious or not. As he contemplated his plan, he began to grow excited again. He could scarcely wait to get back to the house.
Back in the Jeep, everything was silent. Bill had not spoken in some time, and the boys were beginning to get nervous. Eddie tried to reassure Alex through whispered conversation in the back seat that their uncle was only acting, but he himself was growing a bit uncertain. A few blocks from the house he finally spoke in a quiet, measured tone. "When we get back, I want both of you to use the restroom. After that, go back to the den and wait for me. We are going to do things a bit differently, though. I want both of you to strip, and I mean totally naked. Once you have, each of you pick a corner, either side of the fireplace, and stand in it. Put your nose in the corner and fold your hands on your head, and wait there for me. Once you are in that position, wait! I don't want either of you coming out of the corner until I tell you to, and if you do, I'll make sure you regret it." Their uncle's calm determination sent shivers through the two cousins, and neither spoke as they entered the house, uncertain of what they had gotten themselves into.
Bill needed to use the restroom himself, so he headed up to his bedroom and the private bath. When he came down he avoided the den, going instead into his study to check on his last emails from the west coast. Nearly half an hour passed before he emerged and headed towards the den with a purposeful stride.
The two boys were waiting in the den, exactly as ordered. Neither was used to this treatment, and both were a bit edgy about the direction the competition had taken. As Bill looked from one of his nephews to another, he saw with satisfaction a red patch at the center of each bare bottom. Both boys probably still felt their earlier smackings, and that would contribute to their concern over what was yet to come.
Though Bill had seen both boys naked many times, he had never before put either on display. He lingered over the sight, appreciating now more than ever before how beautiful they were. Eddie looked so tiny and cute. His legs and arms were impossibly slim, and Bill knew he could easily wrap his hands around the tiny waist. The slender build just made his bottom stand out nicely, and right now the fading red pigment highlighted that feature perfectly. Alex, on the other hand, had a muscular build, especially in his back. His bottom was rounder; if he had been a woman one might even say it was voluptuous. Now, as whenever Bill looked at that bottom, his hands ached to grab it and squeeze it.
Both boys knew better than to utter any sound, so for a few minutes they all three stood quietly. At length Bill broke the silence, once more in his calm, measured tone. "Boys, it's time for each of you to have his third spanking. I'm going to sit on the couch this time, since you'll be over my lap a lot longer and I don't want you sliding off. That means I'll be able to see each corner, so no peeking! Eddie, stay right where you are, and don't move. Do you understand?" The little boy nodded. "Alex, come here, please."
Alex turned and walked to the center of the room with a serious, worried expression. It was really too bad that he had let himself get talked into this. Perhaps if he hadn't exulted over his win in round two things might be different, but now there was no going back. To add to his worries, he was concerned that his uncle was truly angry with him, and he searched his face for some sign that this was still just a game. Bill was determined to carry off his part perfectly, and he never let his stern look waver. He did, however, squeeze his nephew's shoulder in what would be a familiar display of affection.
"Alex, you are going to get thirty swats this time." Eddie had probably expected as much, but Alex's face fell and he began to tremble a bit. I want you to lie as still as you can and take it bravely. Can you do that for me?" Words escaped the boy at this point, but he managed to look up and nod. "All right, let's go."
Eddie was no doubt disappointed that he could not watch his cousin's spanking, but Bill had thought that through carefully on the way back from downtown. He was afraid Alex might totally lose it this time, and he figured it might be less embarrassing for the boy if no one was actually watching. Furthermore, he was hoping that Eddie would be more frightened about his own upcoming spanking if he could hear, but not see, Alex's ordeal. In any case, the little guy knew better than to try to steal a glance at the proceedings.
Bill sat in the middle of the couch with his legs spread a bit. He directed Alex to lie across his left knee, with his torso and head resting on the couch. His bottom was pushed up by the knee, while his legs dropped off between those of his uncle. Bill then clamped his right leg around the boy's ankles, effectively restraining them. He wrapped his left arm around the boy's waist, this time grabbing the boy's elbow and clamping it firmly to his side. The other arm was wedged between the two bodies. Alex could not move, and his bottom was pointing higher than during the first two spankings. Bill adjusted the position until he was as comfortable as possible, determined to let nothing interfere with this spanking.
Without warning, he began the spanking by smacking Alex exactly on the spot that was red from the first spanking. He hit that spot twice more before shifting his focus and alternating his swats all around the bottom. Almost immediately Alex was crying and squirming like he had during the second round. This time, however, Bill continued to smack him. At first the swats were just a little less intense than those in the second spanking, but as he went on, he increased the force. Soon Alex was bucking up and down in an instinctive attempt to free himself, but he was trapped. By the tenth swat his whole bottom was glowing, and Bill began to focus on the lowest part of the bottom, just above the leg. This increased the volume in Alex's cries. Then, on the sixteenth stroke, Bill moved down and slapped the back of his nephew's leg, just below the bottom, with full force. He began alternating leg to leg. Now Alex began to beg, screaming out, "Not the leg! Not the leg! Please, Uncle Bill, please! OOWWWW!" Five swats to each leg brought the total to twenty-five, and Bill paused. Then he delivered the last five swats as hard as he could, once more to the center of the bottom. It was a repeat of the second spanking, but harder and on an already sore rear. Alex's screams ceased to be distinguishable, and he howled his way to the end, struggling futilely to free himself.
Bill lifted the pitiful child off is knee, and, reclining back on the couch, drew his nephew into his arms. He had to admit to himself, that had been glorious. Although he had given Eddie similar spankings before, Alex had never been quite as bad, and every time he had spanked that beautiful butt he had needed to stop himself before he was truly satisfied. Now, for the first time, he had been able to sate his appetite for Alex's bottom. He had loved it, even the ear piercing cries for mercy. He had never enjoyed a spanking so much.
Now, though, as he looked down at the sobbing boy, he was overcome with guilt. Alex had done nothing to deserve such treatment, but here he was, a pathetic wreck who couldn't stop crying. Bill cuddled him close and kissed his neck, whispering encouraging words to him, and all the while hating himself for administering so much pain. "You were a very brave boy." he said soothingly. "I'm very proud of you." Slowly the boy's cries subsided, but the boy continued to shake in silent misery on his uncle's chest.
Bill looked over to where Eddie stood in his corner. He seemed almost to be shivering. That was just fine. Bill found he was getting angry with Eddie for forcing this situation on Alex, conveniently forgetting his own part. He silently resolved to make Eddie pay, and to put this anger into the swats he gave the smaller boy.
At last he roused Alex and told him he needed to resume his earlier posture in the corner. He walked over with the boy, raised his hands for him and laid them on his head, then stooped to kiss him once more. He turned to the other corner with a fire in his eye. "Eddie," he said calmly, "come here now." It may have been that he accented the word "now" a bit more than he had intended, but that was fine, too.
All the careful planning had borne fruit: Eddie turned to his uncle with an uncertain look in his eyes. He didn't know what to make of the silence from Bill in the car, the stripping down for a long wait, the strange, rigid expression he saw on his uncle's face. The sound of Alex's spanking had brought back just how awful those serious spankings had been, and he was no longer entirely sure that he wanted to go through with this. He nevertheless tried to adopt a cool attitude as he crossed the floor and put himself into his uncle's hands.
After basically repeating his earlier speech, Bill sat again on the couch and pulled Eddie into the same position as he had used with Alex. He was astounded to find that, although his nephew appeared quite frightened, he was also still somewhat aroused. Bill figured he would change that soon enough. From the very first swat he slapped Eddie's butt as hard as he could. The little guy was unprepared for the suddenness of the onslaught, and very soon he was gasping out little cries, trying to choke back his pleas, which consequently came out in broken, unrecognizable syllables. Once again Bill covered the entire bottom before moving down low, then on to the legs. As with Alex, this produced louder screams from the boy. He seemed to be trying to climb forward off Bill's lap, and it was all he could do to hold him in place, pulling him back into each swat. To his great astonishment, though, Eddie never ceased to be aroused. He was clearly in agony, but at the same time seemed to be lingering over that threshold between pain and pleasure. As Bill delivered the final five-swat salvo to the center of his backside, Eddie begged loudly for mercy, but there was none to be had.
For the second time Bill reclined on the couch with a boy in his arms, but this time as he looked down he saw not sheer misery, but a contented semi-smile on Eddie's face, even though he continued to cry softly. Soon his whimpering turned to a sort of purring, and he snuggled close against his uncle's chest. This revolutionized the experience for Bill. His anger had dissipated during the course of the spanking, and he had really enjoyed it, too, almost as much as with Alex. Now, however, there was no guilt. He didn't have any regrets about Eddie, simply because Eddie so clearly didn't regret the contest himself. Bill was still feeling twinges about Alex, but he imagined he might just want to spank Eddie like this again, even if, like tonight, it was only for the fun of it.
After kissing Eddie he called to Alex, who joined them on the couch, and he held both of them for a while. He reflected on how much he loved both his nephews. It would be a pity to disappoint either of them, and he wanted to pretend there had been no contest rather than give an answer. Soon, though, the boys were pestering him for a decision. He thought very carefully about what he wanted to say.
"Alex, I want you to know how much I enjoyed you tonight. Your last spanking was great, but best of all, you were a real champ. I know you didn't really want to do this, but you proved how courageous you are. If this were just about being brave, you would win, hands down. Not that Eddie was a coward, but you endured something you really didn't want to go through. What ruined it for me was how much it hurt you. After we were done, I could see that you were in a lot of pain, and that made me feel bad. You see buddy, I can't say I enjoyed spanking you more, not because I don't have a lot of respect for what you did tonight, but because I love you so much. Eddie, on the other hand, I love you too, but you didn't seem to mind so much. That doesn't mean you're tougher; I don't think anyone could be tougher than you two. It's just that you kind of enjoy being spanked, don't you?" Slowly, shyly, Eddie nodded his head. He had focused all the attention on Uncle Bill's enjoyment, and hadn't really wanted to acknowledge his own addiction. "Well, that's what determined it for me. I loved spanking you both, but with Eddie, I know he likes it a little too, even if it hurts. So in the end, Eddie wins, and that's the reason why. Anyhow, Alex, I'm not so sure you want to be the guy I like to spank, do you?"
The speech worked perfectly. Alex allowed as how he could live without being the spanking champion, which was easy for him to do since no one thought he was a coward. Eddie had won, and that helped him overcome his embarrassment at what Uncle Bill had just revealed about him. Both boys had heard their uncle say out loud that he loved them. They all seemed a little closer after that. Bill threw a tape in the VCR and sat in the big, oversized recliner, where he was joined by both boys, and, once again, they all cuddled happily together.
Their reverie was disturbed an hour later by the jangle of the phone. The long summer evening had finally given way to night, and Alex's mom wondered when he was coming home. His family was leaving for a trip the next day, so no, he couldn't stay the night. Bill hung up and told Alex to get dressed, then sent Eddie up to get ready for bed.
When Alex was dressed, Bill pulled him over to the couch, sat down, and peered deeply into his eyes. "You know I love you buddy?"
"Yeah, I know?"
"Tonight wasn't too much, was it? I know you're tough, and you can take it, but I didn't want to ruin your evening, either."
"No, I had fun. Well, some of it was fun." Bill continued to gaze up at him, until the boy felt constrained to break the awkward silence by leaning in and hugging the man. "I love you, Uncle Bill. You're a great uncle - and a great spanker too." Bill laughed at the twinkle in Alex's eye as he said that. He kissed his nephew once more, then walked him to the door. He stood in the doorway and watched until Alex entered the house across the street.
Bill turned back inside and saw Eddie standing on the stairs, bare-chested, wearing only his pajama bottoms. "Uncle Bill," the little boy said plaintively, "I want to sleep in your room tonight."
"No. You have the spare room."
Eddie's voice took on a nasally tone more appropriate to a much younger child: "Awww! Why not?"
"Stop whining, young man. You know I can't tolerate that."
The voice was suddenly older, more playful: "Oh. Am I being...bad?" Eddie turned away from his uncle and swayed seductively. The thin cotton material clung to his hips, seemingly ready to drop away any moment. Then he leaned forward, finally stretching out on the stairs, his arms above his head on the landing. He didn't move; his uncle would have to go over him or pick him up if he wanted to get upstairs.
Bill grinned to himself, shook his head, and started up the stairs.