Tommy 2: Tommy and Chad - A New Hope
(This story takes place in January of 1997)
Cathy was still living with me at this time, but she and I would have already been divorced - except we’d learned she was pregnant with Barry. While neither one of us felt that ‘staying together for the kid(s)’ would do anything but make us all miserable, I wasn’t going to force her to go through the pregnancy and first few months with a new baby by herself.
Our divorce was really my fault. I’d known that I was sexually functional with women, but not really interested in them. Cathy and I had seemed like such soul mates, and we’d been such great friends, that we both had thought it might work out. It might have, except there were a couple of other problems. First, Cathy was extremely - passionate. I didn’t mind it occasionally, but not every night. Second, I discovered that I HAVE to have personal space. Living with kids who have their own rooms isn’t a problem. Living with a wife, someone who expects to be able to share your space 24/7 - nope, it doesn’t work for this boy.
So, I was living in my office as much as our bedroom and trying to go on with my life, while also trying to help her with her pregnancy. I did actually get to name the baby, though: Bartholomew Allan Wells. I think he was four before she realized we’d named him after the Silver Age Flash.
While Cathy and I were going through that, Tommy’s mom and her husband had separated a few months earlier, in October of ‘96. Have you ever heard ‘if you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all? Well, now you know why I’m going to skip the subject of my sister and both her husbands. Suffice it to say that her first husband wasn’t Tommy’s father, Tommy had never met his father, and now the man he’d been living with for nearly half of his not-quite-eight-year life didn’t want anything to do with him.
I remembered what it was like to be fatherless at that age; so, since they‘d separated, I’d been trying to spend some time with him. He and Corey were fairly close in age and got along okay. After our 101 Dalmatians trip, I’d taken the two of them to some other, totally forgettable movie. On this occasion, however, I’d invited Chad to join us. Chad was my step-father’s, daughter’s son. He was 11 at that time, and he had some troubles of his own, but seemed like a good kid to me, though I’d not been able to spend a lot of time with him. I knew that he and Tommy were pretty good friends, so I’d invited him. Plus, he was as much my nephew as Ben and Mike were my brothers. The fact that I didn’t get along with his mom or grandfather very well wasn’t his fault.
I think it was 25 January when they released the digitally re-mastered Star Wars: Episode 4 - A New Hope. I’d promised to take Corey and had invited Chad and Tommy to go with us and spend the weekend as well. They were both happy to accept (and I think their mom’s were even happier).
The movie was good, the behavior wasn’t.
"Corey, you go on to your room for a bit. Okay?"
"Yes, sir," he replied, nervously glancing at his cousins before he took off.
"You two come on."
I led them to the room that had been Seth’s while he lived with me the year before. It was still set up like he’d had it - basically an older boy’s room. It had a full-sized bed, a desk, dresser, and easy chair. There wasn’t a lot of room for playing, but everything they’d need for the weekend. I took their jackets, told them to remove their shoes and socks, then hung the coats in the closet and removed my own. Without saying anything, I moved to the desk, pulled the chair out, and turned it to face the room before I sat. As I did, I heard a soft moan escape from Tommy. Once seated, I motioned the two of them to stand in front of me.
I took a minute to look at them. Tommy hadn’t changed. His blond hair, blue eyes, and chubby cheeks had him as cute as ever. I’d not spent as much time with Chad, and wanted to really look at him. Tommy wasn’t really chubby, but he’s big boned. Chad was lean. While Tommy’s fairly big for his age, Chad was about average sized. Chad had medium dark, curly hair, fair skin with no blemishes, and a long face with a slightly downwardly pointed nose. He grew up to be a very handsome young man, but he was a pretty cute kid. At that point, his curly hair was just starting to show signs of the mullet he’d wear for a while - a look I normally didn’t like, but it seemed to suit his long face. He also had a tooth in the upper left corner of his mouth that had come in crooked, and it gave him a charming, rakish smile, as well as making him wear braces later, for a while.
"Did you guys have a good time?"
"Yes, sir," Tommy replied a bit nervously, since he’d been in this position before.
"Did you like the movie?"
"It was great!" Chad said, "I’ve never seen it big like that before."
"Do you know why I asked Corey to leave us alone for a bit?"
"Because we’re in trouble," Tommy supplied.
"You got it. Do you know why?"
"Because we were fighting?" Chad guessed. I opened my mouth to correct him, but Tommy beat me to the punch.
"Because we didn’t mind," Tommy answered knowingly.
"When I picked you boys up, did you promise to behave?"
"Yes, sir," they both echoed each other.
"Did you promise you were going to mind?"
"Yes, sir."
"Now, I want you two to think about this. When we got to the theater, did I tell you where to sit, or did I let you sit where you wanted."
"Where we wanted."
"Did I ask you to stop fighting?"
"We were just playing around," Chad protested. Tommy looked nervous at the protest.
"Fine. Did I ask you to stop playing around?" I corrected.
"Yes," they both agreed.
"And did you stop."
"Yes," Chad said. I just looked at him. Tommy finally added his two cents.
"No, sir, we kept playing around."
"Thank you, Tommy. Chad, when I tell you to do something. Doing it for thirty seconds doesn’t count. If I tell you to stop, you stop and you stay stopped. Understand?"
"Yes, sir."
"Okay, so I asked you to settle down. Then, when you kept going, I told you to settle down, didn’t I?"
"Yes, sir," they both agreed, and Chad was much humbler about it now.
"I think I also told you that, if you couldn’t sit by each other and settle down, then you needed to separate, didn’t I?"
They both nodded.
"And did you separate?"
"Yes, sir," Chad answered as Tommy admitted, "No, sir."
I stared for a minute and Chad finally said, "We did."
"Did you move when I asked you to, or did I have to make you move?"
Chad blushed a bit, but admitted that I’d had to make them.
"So, when I asked you to stop, you didn’t. When I told you to stop, you didn’t. When I told you to move if you couldn’t behave, you still didn’t. What’s it called when you don’t do what you’re told?"
"Disobeying," Chad informed me.
I looked at Tommy. "Do good boys disobey?"
"No, sir," Tommy said, "naughty boys do."
"Were you two naughty boys, Chad?"
He hemmed and hawed and tried to avoid answering, but finally admitted it. "Yes."
"Why don’t you tell Chad what happens to naughty boys in this house, Tommy."
Tommy shot his cousin a disgusted glare, then answered, "They gotta get all their clothes taken off and they get their naughty butts spanked hard!"
"Do you guys want to come over here again, or do you want me to take you home now?"
"I wanna stay," Tommy assured me, but Chad hesitated. He finally agreed, but more from the idea that his mom would probably spank him anyway, when she found out why I was bringing him home, rather than any real desire to stay.
"Raise your hands."
Tommy sighed deeply, then did as I told him. Chad looked at him a minute, then did the same.
Tommy was wearing a red, long-sleeved t-shirt. Chad was wearing a maroon one with a white, short-sleeved t-shirt over it. Both were in blue jeans (though Tommy’s were actually black).
With their hands over their heads, I started with Chad and pulled the t-shirt over his head. I turned to Tommy and pulled his shirt off, leaving him bare-chested, so I turned to Chad and did the same to him. Chad was almost more than lean, since you could actually see ripples where his ribs were.
"You can put your hands down, and keep them behind your backs."
As soon as they did, I sat down, grabbed the waistband of their pants, and pulled them to where they were standing right in front of me, in easy reach. I glanced at them for a moment. Chad was wearing a belt but Tommy wasn’t, so I started by removing it. Chad squirmed a bit as I started undressing him, but didn’t try to get away. Since I was already with him, I undid his fly next, and spread it apart, exposing a pair of snug, white Jockey shorts. Then I did the same to Tommy, who was wearing a baggy pair of white Fruities this time, instead of his regular cartoon undies.
As soon as Tommy’s fly was spread, I slid the jeans down past his knees. Then I turned back to Chad and slid his all the way down.
"Put your hands on my shoulders Chad, then raise a foot."
He did, and I carefully pulled his pants off that leg, then the other, leaving him in nothing but his briefs. When I turned to Tommy, I didn’t even have to say anything. His hands were already outstretched and he laid them upon my shoulders, and I quickly had his pants off.
I looked at the two of them standing there in just their briefs for a minute, then I reached up and removed Tommy’s. He stepped out of them and I turned to Chad. Chad winced and closed his eyes, but didn’t try to stop me as I reached up and pulled his briefs down. I’d seen Tommy naked before, but not Chad. Chad really wasn’t any longer than Tommy, and his little balls were tucked up tight against his body, showing he was no where near puberty; but, where Tommy’s little dick was jutting out in a tiny arc, Chad’s was hanging straight down, like a sad doggies’ tail.
The two boys glanced at each other, but without any shyness or much curiosity. That reaction wasn’t a surprise to me, since my mother had confided in me that, a couple of years before, the two of them had been caught and punished for ‘pleasuring each other orally.’ It took me a couple of minutes to understand what that meant, but it did mean they didn’t have much reason to be shy around each other, and must have only been curious about recent development.
"You both know what you did and why it was wrong, don’t you?"
I waited while both naked little boys nodded miserably.
"All right, then. Chad, you’re older than Tommy, so I’m going to let him go first. Would you like to go take your bath, or do you want to watch him get spanked?"
Chad suddenly looked a bit more excited than he had been. "I wanna watch!"
Tommy grimaced at that, but didn’t protest.
"Okay, Tommy, let’s get you over my lap then."
His last spanking might not have taught Tommy to mind real well, but it definitely seemed to have taught him that it’s only going to make things worse to argue with Uncle Jack, when you were about to get spanked. He walked meekly to my side and let me help him lay across my legs. Once he was in proper position, I adjusted my legs so his bottom was raised and his head was down. I enjoyed the look, then put my hand on his cheeks. I didn’t see any reason to lecture any more, so I started to spank, then I stopped.
"Chad, have you ever seen someone spanked before?"
"No, sir."
"Come here and take a look. Put your hand right here," I said, patting Tommy’s right cheek. Chad reached out and rested his hand on Tommy’s bottom. Tommy flinched when he felt the second hand patting his bottom.
"See how it feels a little warm?"
"Yeah," Chad nodded, "a little."
"It’s going to be a lot warmer than that pretty soon." I paused for a second, then went on. "His skin looks about the same shade as yours. Do you see how white his bottom is?"
"Yes, sir."
"Turn around a bit."
He did, giving me my first good look at his bottom, which was about as nice as you’d expect from an 11-year old, full, but with slight dimples on the sides.
"Yeah, it looks like your bottom’s about as white as his is."
"I wanted you to see that," I continued, "because in a few minutes, his warm, white bottom is going to be dark red and blazing hot and he’ll be crying hard. The reason that you should notice is, when I’m done with him it’ll be your turn. Now, step back."
He moved his hand and took a step back. As he lifted his hand, I lifted mine, but mine came right back down.
As I’ve said before, Tommy takes a good spanking. Even though I think the first swat surprised him, he didn’t yelp or cry out. I started out slow and not too hard, circling around each cheek, back and forth from one to the other, then landing several on the same on, just to keep him from getting used to a pattern. He tried to be stoic about it, but I could feel his little body start to shake as he broke down into silent tears, though they didn’t remain silent too long.
When I could really hear Tommy starting to cry, I looked up to see how Chad was taking the whole thing. His eyes were wide and he looked nervous, but as I looked back down to the bottom before me, I realized that Chad must not be too distressed by the proceedings, since his little peter was coming to attention.
I turned my attention back to Tommy’s bottom. It was growing a nice shade of red, so I started adding some wrist action to the swats and speeding them up, which caused him to start really kicking and squirming. I could tell that he was about to break over the edge to pure, straight-out, uncontrolled bawling, so I moved my attention to his upper legs, placing a number of hard smacks on each leg, turning them rosy, and leaving him bawling hard and loud. He tried to get his hands back to protect his little bottom, but, in that position, and with my left arm around his waist, he didn’t quite have the reach. As soon as I finished the legs, I moved back up and concentrated on the sit spots, placing 1, 2, 3 good, hard smacks on each of them, on after the other, then several more, while moving back and forth.
When I knew he’d be remembering this for a bit, I stopped. He kept crying, but his squirming and kicking slowly died away. I moved my hand from his waist, but grabbed his hand when he tried to reach back, forcing it forward and placing a good swat right on the center of his bottom, with the warning, "No rubbing!" Once I was sure his hands were going to stay away, I turned my attention back to his cousin.
"Feel his bottom now, Chad." I waited as Chad hesitantly stepped forward and placed his hand on the younger boys fiery red cheek. His little peter was stiff as a rock and standing straight up. I tried not to stare at it and he either didn’t notice it or was trying to ignore it. "Is it still warm?"
"No, sir! It’s really hot now."
"Do you think it hurts?"
He looked at his still crying cousin as he lay across my lap crying. I’m sure he hadn’t needed to touch the blazing hot bottom to figure that one out. He nodded.
While Chad’s hand rested on Tommy’s right cheek, I’d been gently rubbing his left and his back. When he managed to quit howling, I reached beneath him and lifted him up, turning him to sit in my lap, then I hugged him to me and let him cry on my shoulder for a moment, before I helped him to his feet.
"Go on to the corner, Tommy. Remember to keep your nose to the wall and your hands on your head."
As soon as he was headed that way, I stood and leaned over to whisper in Chad’s ear. "Did you like watching Tommy get spanked?"
Chad knew the right answer to this and shook his head. Then he paused a second and shrugged his shoulders.
"Don’t lie to me, Chad," I said quietly. I reached down and, with my hand fisted, took his stiff little peter between my middle and ring fingers and gave it a gentle shake. Chad‘s body went stiff at my touch, and he gasped, then smiled. "This says that you enjoyed it, didn’t you?"
Chad blushed, but nodded. I gave it a push downwards, then let it go, making it bounce up against his belly.
"I’ve talked to your Mama about spanking you, but she never said anything about this. Do you get them when she spanks you?"
"No, sir," he said as quietly as I’d been speaking.
"Well, we’ll see if you keep it when your turn comes. Go stand on the wall next to Tommy now. I’m going to go get ready to give you boys your baths." He hesitated a moment and I gave him a pat on the rear. "Go on."
As soon as Chad had his nose against the wall, I adjusted my dick a bit, rubbing it through my pants and watching to make sure they were both going to stay. After a minute of watching - especially watching Tommy shifting his weight back and forth, wiggling around and trying to take some of the sting out of his bottom without taking his hands off his head - I left the room to get undressed. I went to my office and quickly stripped down to a pair of briefs and a big t-shirt, which would let me give the boys a bath without getting too messy - and made for easier access while they were in the corner.
I looked in on Corey, who was laying on the floor playing with some of his Star Wars figures, and told him to get his clothes off and get ready to get a bath. Then I returned to the guest room.
Chad and Tommy were still in their places, though Tommy seemed to have settled down, and his crying had faded to sniffles and an occasional sob. I watched quietly for a moment, then let them know I was there.
"You boys weren’t talking, were you?"
"No, sir!" they both rushed to assure me.
When Chad started to look around, I stopped him. "Nose against the wall, if you don’t want more trouble." He quickly turned back. I stepped over to them and slid my hard-on out of my briefs and slowly stroked myself. Then I reached out with my left hand and softly rubbed Tommy’s still hot, red cheeks. I was gentle with the boy, not squeezing or smacking, only doing what he wanted to be doing - maybe even taking a little sting out of it for him. I watched the last of Tommy’s sobbing fade away as I stroked his bottom - as I stroked myself. Then I switched over to Chad, rubbing his still soft, white cheeks and enjoying the difference in feeling. I even let go of myself to rub both bottoms at once. The boy’s were both nearly purring with the gentle caressing and I was nearly about to explode, so I stopped.
"Tommy, are you through crying now?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good. Are you ready to watch Chad get his spanking?"
"What!" Chad nearly shouted.
"You knew you were going to get spanked, Chad."
"But I…"
"Did you think that I was going to let you watch Tommy get it, but Tommy wasn’t going to get to watch yours?"
He had no answer. I’d already tucked myself back into my shorts, so I took him by the neck and drew him from the wall.
"Let’s get on with this, mister."
Chad didn’t fight me on coming, but he was dragging his feet a little as I led him over to the chair.
"C’mon, Tommy."
Tommy came away from the wall and stepped back to where we’d started. Chad knew what was coming and was very hesitant about climbing over my lap. I knew he wasn’t looking forward to it, largely due to a pronounced droop he’d developed. I also knew that his mom spanked him, but wasn’t sure if his step-dad or biological father ever had, so I was fairly patient getting him over my lap. When he hesitated, rather than snapping at him, I had him bend over. Apparently my lap was higher than what he was used to climbing onto. Once he was bent forward over my legs, I grabbed his bony hips and lifted him to where I wanted. I adjusted my legs, then moved him just a bit, and he was in the perfect position for something he didn’t want to be in at all.
As soon as Chad was over, Tommy raised his hand towards his older cousins bottom, but then looked at me and stopped. I glanced at his little peter, but it didn’t seem to be any more or less excited than it had been when I’d first taken his undies off. His face, on the other hand, told a different story. I nodded at him, and he rested his hand on Chad’s bottom. I reached out, took his wrist, and moved it up and down a bit. Then moved my own hand to start stroking Chad’s other cheek. Chad didn’t say anything, but he must have enjoyed the attention, since he began wiggling his bottom under our mutual caress, and I could feel his little buddy stiffen and begin to poke me in the leg.
I switched my left hand to Chad’s bottom and reached out to Tommy, patting him on the hip. He looked down and, when he saw me motion, he switched hands himself and turned, so I could reach his bottom, which I began to rub.
"Chad’s bottom is nice and cool, isn’t it, Tom?"
"Yes, sir."
"You’re bottom’s still pretty hot. Check it." I nodded at his hand, and he reached behind to start rubbing his own bottom. "Isn’t it hot?"
"Yes, sir."
"Does it still hurt a little?"
"A lot," the boy assured me.
"Look at Chad’s bottom - it’s whiter than your hand, isn’t it?"
"Yes, sir."
"Do you think your bottom’s that white?"
"Not now. Mine’s red!"
"It sure is. And why’s your bottom red and hot and sore?"
"’Cause I was naughty and you gave me a spanking."
"Who else was a naughty boy tonight?"
"Chad."
"Do you think it’s time Chad got his spanking?"
"Yes, sir!"
Chad had turned his head back a bit to follow the conversation, and I could see his whole body tensing up now. He stopped wiggling his bottom, but I could still feel his little stiffy poking against my leg.
"Chad, were you naughty tonight?"
"Yes, sir," he admitted, sounding a bit ashamed.
"What did you do that was naughty?"
"I didn’t mind you, even though you gave us a couple of chances."
"That’s right. I want you to realize that I’m not spanking you just because I feel like it. It’s very important that you learn to behave in public and follow the rules; understand me?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good. Tommy, who has to follow rules?"
"Everybody," he replied, "even grown-ups."
"Well, I’m glad you remembered something from last time."
At that reminder of his last spanking, Tommy’s face went nearly as red as his bottom.
"Chad, I want you to know that your cousin was very brave about his spanking." Tommy’s eyes lit up in his red face when he heard that. "He got a hard spanking, because this wasn’t the first time I’ve had to spank him for disobeying. Now, I’ve never had to spank you before, but you’re older than Tommy. If Steve had acted like you did when he was 11, I would have paddled his bottom, which is what I should probably do to you. You’re 11 years old and should be showing your cousins how to behave, not helping them get in trouble. Understand me?"
"Yes, sir," he squeaked nervously.
"I’m not going to paddle you this time, since it is your first time, but you’re still going to get a long, hard spanking. Do you understand why?"
"Yes, sir."
"Is that what you deserve?"
After a pause, he nearly whispered "Yes, sir."
I pulled my hands from both boy’s bottoms, and Tommy lifted his from Chad’s bottom. As soon as he felt them come up, Chad went nearly totally tense. I paused, waiting, counting the seconds. When the first spank didn’t come, Chad began to relax a bit. As soon as I could see his little bottom dimples begin to return to normal, I waited 1, 2, 3, 4 more seconds, than smacked my hand down, beginning to spank that sweet, naughty bottom.
Chad was not as brave as Tommy. He was yelping and ouching from the start; kicking and squirming and trying to cover his bottom. I paused just long enough to get a good grip around his waist, then seriously went to work. Since it was his first time, I was only going to make it maybe a touch harder than Tommy’s had been, but I do not tolerate this type of histrionics, especially from an older boy.
I started putting a bit more forearm into the swats, making sure they wouldn’t just sting, but would stay with him for a while. I also starting concentrating more on his legs - a few swats on the bottom, then one or two on his legs. I kept it erratic, so he couldn’t anticipate where the next swat might land.
The fresh, harder assault on his tender little bottom quickly pushed him into real tears, but with as much angry shrieking and hollering as real crying, and I don’t tolerate that at all. I don’t expect a boy to be happy about getting spanked, but I expect him to be regretting that he earned one, not outraged that he’s getting one.
His cheeks were quickly turning red, so I made a special effort to get all over - up to the very top swell of the buttocks, all the way into the dimples on either side and well down onto the legs, not just the back, but also the inner and outer thighs. It didn’t take much more of that to push him over the edge to real, hard crying, with no breath left over for screaming. He was still trying to squirm away or kick his legs up to cover his bottom, without much success. When he did get a hand back over his right cheek, I just paused to smack it until he decided to move it on his own.
As his little butt turned fire-engine red, Chad finally collapsed - literally worn out. I placed a few more, somewhat softer, random spanks around his bottom before moving to the finish up: his sit spots. I let my hand rest there for a moment, with my middle finger lined up right along the fold between the lowest part of his bottom and highest part of his leg. Chad was at that point of crying where he was hiccupping and trying to catch his breath as much as he was crying. I began to gently trace my fingers over his bottom, barely letting the tips touch. It would probably have tickled, if his bottom hadn’t been such an inferno right then.
Seeing what I was doing, Tommy stepped forward, eagerly reaching out to feel his cousin’s obviously blazing rear, but I held my hand up for him to stop, and he stepped back, looking slightly abashed, maybe feeling he’d been too eager and afraid that might earn himself another. I thought about it for a few seconds, vacillating back and forth, then abruptly decided. I waved for Tommy and he nearly jumped forward. He reached out with his right hand, but I motioned for him to turn, and he did, presenting his bottom to me and rubbing Chad’s with his left hand.
I’m sure the worst of the sting had left Tommy’s bottom, leaving him with that tingling burn that can almost be pleasant. While he hadn’t reacted the way I’d hoped to seeing the older boy spanked, Tommy did seem to be enjoying having his bottom rubbed, or maybe was just enjoying the warmth of Chad’s bottom. Either way, his little peter was definitely stiffening.
It was quite a scene; Tommy standing there, rubbing back against my hand as I rubbed his bottom. The motion was making his stiff, little penis bounce up and down, Both of us were rubbing Chad’s bottom as he lay there crying. My dick was easily as hard as Tommy’s. I’d started with Chad laying clear of me, but his wiggling around had brought him up into contact with me and hadn’t done anything to calm me down. I stopped rubbing his bottom long enough to scoot him away a bit. I’m not sure if he noticed it or understood it, but I didn’t see any reason to give him more time to notice it.
As soon as Chad had caught his breath, I motioned Tommy back, then helped Chad to sit up. He winced and started to cry a bit harder as his bottom came into contact with my legs. I gave him a hug for a minute, then stood him up. As soon as he was on his feet, he started bending and rubbing and giving quit a show, even though he wasn’t hard anymore.
I gave him a moment to get rid of the worst of the sting, then told him, "Hands on your head, mister. Now!" He reluctantly moved his hands away and put them on his head. I stood, my t-shirt falling down to mostly conceal my excitement. I took Chad by the back of the neck and pointed him back towards the wall. With my free hand, I gestured and Tommy followed, shoulders hunched and obviously not enjoying going back.
With boys back against the wall, I slid the front of my briefs down and began the slow stroking again, teasing and building until I almost couldn’t stand it. Then I sat for a minute until I was sure I wasn’t going to pop, and I stepped back to the boys. Chad was still crying, but he seemed to relax a bit as I began to rub his bottom. The effect it had on me wasn’t relaxing. I went from Chad to Tommy, back and forth a couple of times, until I just couldn’t stand it, then I stepped up behind Tommy.
I wrapped my left arm around Tommy’s chest and instructed him to drop his hands. He did and I stepped a bit to the side and began rubbing his bottom a bit forcefully.
"How many times have I taken you to the movies, Thomas Brian?"
"I dunno, Uncle Jack. A bunch," he replied, nervous at the use of his full name.
"And after every time I’ve taken you, haven’t I had to talk to you about how you behave at the movies? Haven’t I had to tell you that you’re not supposed to talk out loud during the movies?"
"Yes, sir," I’m sorry.
"What have I told you about other people at the movies?"
"That they paid to see the movie, not listen to me."
"And what did I tell you I’d do if you didn’t behave this time?"
His voice was wet with tears and shaking with sobs as he answered, "You’d spank me."
I landed one good, firm smack on each of his cheeks, causing him to jump and start crying again. Then I went back to rubbing.
"I’m very disappointed in you, Tommy, and the only reason I’m not spanking you more for it is because you’ve already had one good spanking. I ought to put you back over my lap right now, but you’re getting one more chance. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, sir," he said gratefully. "Thank you, Uncle Jack."
I patted his bottom a bit longer, than moved over to Chad. I wrapped my arm around him, as I’d done Tommy, then kneading his buttocks firmly, causing him to tense and squirm. "Drop your hands, Chad."
"Uncle Jack, please don’t…"
"Are you going to mind me, or do I need to get the belt?"
Chad whimpered, but slowly dropped his hands.
"I told you that Tommy was very brave about taking his spanking, Chad; but, I guess I wasn’t specific enough. A boy can’t help it if he needs to kick and squirm, and I expect a boy to cry when he’s getting spanked, but I will not tolerate being screamed or yelled at. If you want to be mad at someone, be mad at yourself for acting naughty, not at me for punishing you. Do you understand that?"
"Yes, sir," he whimpered, waiting for smacks like Tommy had received. I surprised him by continuing the conversation.
"Good, but what I really want you to understand is that you’re 11 years old. I don’t expect you to behave like an adult, and I understand that boys have to test the limits sometimes. What I do expect of you, is for you to be a good example for your younger cousins. You don’t have to go places with us, Chad. I liked having you along, and I think Tommy and Corey did, too. But, if you can’t be a good example for them, then you’ll show them what happens when they’re bad - I’ll spank you like I just did, or maybe even with the paddle, and it will be in front of both of them. Do you understand that?"
"Yes, sir," he whispered in dread, now. I was leaning close, nearly in his ear. When I leaned to rub his far cheek, my hard cock was so close to his cheek that I’d swear I could feel the heat coming off of it. I moved back just a bit, then quickly pulled my hand away from his bottom. He tensed for a swat, but it never landed. Instead, I tucked myself into my briefs and took both boys by the neck.
"Let’s go get you boys bathed. It’s getting late, and I’ll bet you’re ready for bed."
We stopped for Corey on the way. He was back in the floor playing with his Star Wars figures, but was now nude and ready for his bath. His eyes went wide when he saw the tear-stained faces and bloodshot eyes of his still lightly crying, older cousins. They went even wider when he followed us down the hall to the bathroom.
The boys stood quietly aside while I drew the bath, then put the younger two into it. I bathed them quickly and efficiently, then let Chad get started while I dried his cousins. I left Tommy standing in the bathroom, watching Chad bathe, while I took Corey to his bedroom, slipped him into a pair of his boxers, and tucked him in. He was all excited and wanted to talk Star Wars, but I gave him a kiss and promised we could talk if he was still awake after I finished with Chad and Tommy.
"Are they going to get more spankings, Daddy?"
"No, I think they’ve had plenty of spanking, sweetheart, but I need to make sure they don’t have any questions about the rules. You try to go to sleep, and we’ll talk in the morning, if you do. Okay?"
"’Kay, Daddy," he accepted, the sleep already evident in his voice.
I left the room, pausing only to move the Star Wars figures to the top of his toy chest. Then I returned to the bathroom. Just before I entered, I could hear the two of them discussing their spankings. They both agreed that I spanked much harder than their moms, and Tommy was starting to tell about his multi-part spanking the month before, when I went in. I’d warned Chad to bathe and get out, unless he wanted a few more swats. When I got back, he was just finishing his bath, so Tommy and I watched while he dried off. Then I escorted them back to the guest room.
I sat back down and both of them looked very nervous. I’d been stiff for so long that my balls were starting to ache, but I wanted to do this right. I had them step up close to me so I could start rubbing their bottoms. Both of them loved it much. After a minute, Chad moved a bit towards Tommy, reached out, and began to rub his little cousin’s rear. Tommy tensed for a second, then reached back and did the same for Chad. All of us were quiet for a moment, just enjoying the sensualness of the moment. Both boys obviously enjoyed the attention. When they were both full-up stiff, I spoke.
"You two need to understand something, if you’re going to keep coming over here. I hope you do. I think Corey likes having you, and I know that I do." I paused, and they jumped into the gap.
"I do, Uncle. I want to come," Tommy assured me.
"So do I," Chad added.
"Then you’re going to have to follow my rules. Rules change from place to place. You’ll have to remember that when you grow up. Just because something’s legal in Texas, that doesn’t mean it’s legal in Louisiana. And, in my house, when you can’t mind, you’re going to get a long, hard spanking. Aren’t you?"
They both assured me that they knew they would.
"I don’t spank you that way to be mean. Chad, I’m not sorry I spanked you, but I am sorry if it was a lot harder than you expected. The thing is, when I spank a boy, I think you have to make a real impact on him. It’s just like…"
I pretended to stop and think for a second. The boys were listening, but were nearly lost in the feel of the hands on their bottom, as well.
"For instance, your granny told me that you two got a spanking a while back because you were caught sucking each other’s peters. To me, that’s not a reason to spank a boy. I think it’s natural for boys to do things like that. Heck, I did it when I was a boy."
"You did?"
"Yes, I did. I just didn’t get caught. I was also not doing it with a boy Tommy’s age, but with someone my age. That doesn’t matter now. What does matter is, I would have just told you boys to keep it private. I would have told you not to do it during the day or anywhere except maybe a bedroom - especially if you were spending the night together - and I would have told you to keep it secret, not just because some people think it’s wrong, but because if one of your friends found out, then you might get teased about it for years and years, even though you didn’t do it anymore. Understand?"
Tommy nodded, understanding that you had to be sure what the rules were and what was expected from you. On the other hand, Chad understood what I’d meant for him to.
I tucked the two of them into bed. Both were still naked. Chad asked about it, but decided he didn’t really want to put anything over his bottom anyway, when I pointed that out. I pulled the covers back for them, then helped them climb up, since both boys were still a little sore and stiff. With the two of them laying on their bellies, I gave each little bottom a soft pat, then tucked them in and kissed them good-night.
Before leaving the room, I dug into a drawer. "I’m going to plug in a night light for you. That way, if you need to pee during the night, you won’t have to worry about tripping. They both thanked me. I flipped the main light out and pulled the door mostly shut behind me as I stepped out.
I checked Corey’s room in case he was still awake, but he’d passed out as quick as I’d expected. I went back and stood by the door to the guest room.
After a minute, the two of them began to talk. They were quiet, for little boys anyway, which meant I had no trouble hearing every word they said. At first, they just finished their talk about my spanking style. After a couple of minutes, Chad finally asked the question upon which I’d been waiting.
"Do you want to suck each other’s peters?"
"We’re not supposed to do that anymore."
"But Uncle Jack said we can do it here."
"He did?"
"Yeah, he said he wouldn’t spank us for it, but we have to do it in our bedroom and not tell anybody. I’ll do you first, if you want."
The sheets came back and I heard a little grunting and groaning as the two sore boys moved around, and a soft yelp as Tommy rolled onto his back. The night light gave enough illumination for me to see Chad’s well-roasted rear pop up as he bent over his cousin. I heard Tommy’s gasp as his boyhood slipped into Chad's mouth.
I gently traced the outline of my own dick as I secretly watched my nephews sucking each other. The front of my briefs were soaking and I was careful to only make very light contact, never taking myself out of my shorts. I kept going, trying not to reach the point of no return as I watched them trade spots. Back and forth, it was great to watch, but funny to watch them trade. I think it had been two years since they’d been caught, so they must have been trying to make up for lost time.
I watched them trade back and forth a couple of times, until their little fronts must have been as tender as their sweet backsides. Finally, Chad reached down to pull the covers back up, and they collapsed onto one another.
As the two of them fell asleep in each others arms, I headed back to my office/bedroom, where I climbed into bed and finally released the pressure that had been building so long. It was incredible and made me feel like I was a teenager again - and made nearly that big a mess.