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Uncle Knows Best by David Stewart
I had a great childhood and was brought up in a strict but loving way. I often stayed with an aunt and uncle (they were not blood relatives, but we always called them Uncle and Auntie) and would go there on a Friday evening and be returned to my loving parents at church on the Sunday morning. A better Aunt and Uncle you could not wish for.
On a few occasions my Uncle would discipline me over his knee. My Aunt would always go to the shops on a Saturday afternoon around three and it was then, if it was to happen, she would tell me, “Your Uncle needs to have words while I am out.” That always meant a trip to the bedroom, where he sat on the edge of the bed and had me bare bottom over his knees to get a sound hand spanking.
I continued to stay with them regularly, right up until I was about 20. It was at that time, post-school, that things changed for me. I mean nothing bad against Uncle, but I got what I deserved (and actually wanted).
I was 18 and had stayed and had gone out on the Friday and came home a bit worse for wear and neither were impressed. On the Saturday morning it was Uncle who had a pop at me when we were out in the garden. He was a wise owl and was disappointed in me, rightly, and told me how my Aunt had been upset at how I had been.
I apologised to him, of course, and he commented, “If this had been a year or so back you would have been apologising over my knees when your Aunt went out.”
I made some glib comment about “Well, just as well I am older then” and shrugged my shoulders with a smirk. That seemed to piss him off and he said, “I said a year or so ago you would have been over my knees. I did not say you would not get a good leathering.”
We looked at each other and I remember a movement in my groin and bravely responding, “You’re joking, right? I mean you’re not going to wait till Auntie is out, are you?”
“Oh, you want me to do it now, with Auntie in the house?”
“No, no that was not what I mean…I well, I just meant…well you said it would not stop me getting a leathering…what were you meaning?”
“I was meaning that when your Aunt went out you would be upstairs getting a leather belt on your bum.”
I was experiencing the excitement of an adolescent lad who had been wanking over spanking for a couple of years, but even my response surprised me, “I suppose it is better with Auntie out, but would you tell her? It would be so embarrassing for me at my age.”
He looked at me and said, “No, we can keep this to ourselves but as soon as Auntie leaves I want you up in your bedroom waiting for me.”
After lunch Auntie said, “Right boys, I am off down to the shops. See you shortly and I will get something nice for afternoon tea.”
Uncle looked at me and with his eyes indicated upstairs. I went to my bedroom and soon heard Uncle climb the stairs and in he came. He lectured me and then said, “So, now you are an adult you will get an adult’s punishment, which is a good leathering. Now, get your jeans off!”
He watched as I removed my shoes and then jeans and stood with my t-shirt unable to hide the bulge in my baggie pants. It was obvious Uncle saw this but he did not falter and simply said, “Now pants down and lay on the bed.”
I did this quickly, to hide my erection. I then heard the unmistakable sound of leather belt coming through trouser loops and turned to see my Uncle folding his belt. That belt must have been two inches wide.
“This will teach you a very sound lesson and you deserve this, so let’s get it over with.”
I turned my head just as the first flash of that leather belt landed and took my breath away. What followed was a slow but continuous leathering of my bared buttocks and a very adult boy crying towards the end. He gave me a cuddle when I got up and said he hoped it had done me some good, but if he ever had to do this again it would be much worse. At that point he left me and when Auntie arrived home we had tea and scones, with nothing said.
About two months later I was there just for the Saturday afternoon and in the workshop with my Uncle when a conversation relative to my leathering was started by him, firstly asking how long it took to stop burning. He asked me about my arousal at the start and why that had happened, and I blushed and just shrugged it off.
“So, do you think it did you good, getting my belt?” he asked, and I answered that, “Yes it did, thank you,” which upon reflection must have sounded a bit sad.
“Thank you is it? So you are glad I gave it to you are you?”
There was a bit of a pause and I said “Well not exactly, but I suppose thank you for not letting me get away with things, To that extent it probably does me good now and again to be reminded that I am not that old yet.”
He eyed me, and with a smile asked, “So are you saying you are grateful to me for leathering your arse last time, and you think it does you good?”
“Well in a strange way it does. I remember when I was younger and I acted up, and went over your knee. Yes it stung but it made me better and I did not need it so often. Nowadays I suppose I just tend to be a bit of a pratt at times and not exactly miss it, but well you know…miss it….a bit like knowing your limits.”
My cock was as hard as a rock during this conversation. It was not going to soften. Uncle asked, “So would another leathering do you good later when Auntie goes out?”
I know I blushed and stuttered as I said that I always felt going over his knee was very helpful. It put me in my place, but yes the belt was certainly a more adult way to deal with someone like me.
He looked at me then said, “ Well. I’ll tell you what, when your Aunt goes out today, if you think it will do you good, then come and ask me if you can go and wait for me in the bedroom.”
I smiled and said that was OK and he added, “But just so I am not encouraging anything here, your bottom will be black and blue by the time I am done and I doubt you will come back for more.”
So it was that I had to try and hide my erection for the rest of the day until Auntie did go out, a little later than usual. I then confidently but nervously asked my uncle, “May I go and wait in the bedroom for you please, Uncle?”
He nodded and off I went. Only a few minutes later Uncle came up too. As he entered the room he announced, “ Right, lad. Today is going to be a real lesson for you, so get your trousers off!”
He sat on the edge of the bed and once my trousers were off he called me to his side and hooked my underpants down and made me step out of them too. He commented on my erection “I see. An adult spanking for an adult reaction, then. Get over!” What followed was an extremely painful hand spanking which lasted perhaps ten minutes, by which time I was in tears. I was grateful for the temporary rest. Uncle looked at my groin and commented, “Not so much of an adult now, are you? He stood and undid his belt and drew it through the belt loops. That action excited me then, and to this day still does. He folded the thick leather in half and cracked it down on the bed with an almighty blow.
My cock grew again at this. Uncle noticed this reaction straight away, and said, “Right! Time for some honesty. honesty. Does what is about to happen excite you and is this what you wank over at night in bed? The thought of someone leathering and spanking you?” My blushing said it all, and he added, “More to the point, and this will go nowhere other than this room, are you secretly wanting me to leather your arse harder than last time? Because if you do, now is the time to be telling me.”
I was in a state and blustered away, something like, “Uncle, I am sorry…but…but well I don’t know why I do, but I do want that. Please!”
He came over to me and put an arm round me and said, “Well then. This is going to hurt like mad but I understand what you want and need, so I am going to give you the hardest leathering of your life. Now lie down on the bed.”
I laid on the bed and he was true to his word. Stroke after stroke of that doubled-up thick leather belt landed on my bared cheeks. Tears flowed and flowed and it seemed to go on forever, so much so that I feared my Aunt would be home before he was done. When it stopped, I was truly pleased. Through my tears I saw his benign smile as he threaded his belt back through the loops. I was rubbing my assaulted buttocks and he told me to, “ Dress and go wash your face, so Auntie does not know.”
That night Uncle walked me to the train and as we waited said to me, “So, did that leathering live up to expectations?”
I said, ”Far more than that Uncle, thank you. I needed that.” He then said, as the train arrived, “So long as between you and I, any time you feel you need a repeat then come and ask me. It is no problem and if it helps then so much the better.”
It was another six months before I asked, having had a few visits in between. It was mid-morning and in my perverted way I wanted to enjoy the nervous expectation of an impending beating. So I asked him almost as soon as I arrived, “Does Auntie still go out to the shops in the afternoon?”
“Oh, always,” he said with a smile.
I must have waited all of five seconds before trying to ask, nonchalantly, “Eh then Uncle, when she does go, may I go and wait in the bedroom please?”
“I have been disappointed that you have not asked before now, so the answer is yes, of course.”
I loved the nervous expectation and as soon as Auntie left it was, “Uncle, may I go and wait in the bedroom for you please?”
“Yes, and hurry up and get yourself ready so that we have more time.”
That got me harder and when he came up I was in my underpants, t-shirt and socks and well erect. In he came and in his hand was a wooden hairbrush. He announced, “This will stop my hand being so sore.” He sat down and my pants were pulled down and off. He smiled at my youthful erection, saying, “Get over!” A hand spanking followed for about five minutes before that wooden hairbrush started to slap at my buttocks. I couldn’t help but yelp. “Teaching you a lesson this, boy?” And he continued on and on.
When I got up, I was jumping about, rubbing my smarting arse cheeks. But there were no tears. As he repeated the process of drawing the belt through the trouser loops, my cock came back to life and and stuck up proudly for Uncle. He smiled as always and said, “Well you obviously did not find that too off-putting so I assume you are wanting me to put this belt to good use, are you?”
In my youthful way, cock erect and not much else to say I simply whispered, “Yes please, Uncle.”
He asked me candidly, “So, when you are having a wank do I feature in those wanks?”
I smiled and said, “Yes, you do Uncle. Yes, you do. Every time.”
“And in these wanks, do I do anything we have not done here…and don’t be shy, as I will take it as a compliment.”
“Alright. You leather me to tears, then sometimes you help me.”
“You mean I wank that big lad’s cock for you?”
“And do you do anything for me?”
“I have never done anything or had anything done to me Uncle, but yes I fantasise that sometimes I suck your cock or I wank you, or well, or you bend me over.”
“So, you have never been touched by another guy?”
“No. Never ever.”
He stepped forward and his hand took hold of my cock and he started to wank me. “Is this nice?” he almost rhetorically asked followed by, “And nice as this is, I am about to leather you bared arse till you are crying like a baby. That is what you want, isn’t it?
Between sighs I said, “Yes please, I want you to teach me a lesson.”
He let go of my cock and said, “Right! Get on the bed, I will need a rest after this one.”
That leathering was extreme and not only my bottom but also upper back of legs got it. I was in tears well before he stopped. I tried to count but lost it at 30 something. When it was over Uncle was not hiding his own erection and we smiled at each other knowingly. Soon I was on the bed. on my back. The hand that had spanked me was now wanking me off!
“Can I touch you?” I asked, and he undid his trousers and allowed me to feel it. Without being told or asking, I then tasted cock for the first time, and he appreciated it.
He pulled back and left the room to return a few minutes later with a condom, “You want this?”
I nodded and said, as I knelt on the bed, “Please be gentle.”
He was gentle and nudged slowly into me and I was in ecstasy as he moved in and out. His hand came round to my groin and he wanked my stiffening cock. In truth we both came almost together, with me spunking all over the sheets. It was pretty funny and we tidied up hurriedly. We had just returned downstairs when Auntie came back and said, “So have you boys been having fun?”
That was to become a semi-regular event over the next five years or so until he had a stroke and eventually passed away at a relatively young age. However, it all helped discipline this boy who is now an adult to be proud of. Unfortunately, not to be continued.
Story text © MMXXI by David Stewart
Story used here by very kind permission of the author
D I S C L A I M E R
All characters appearing in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to real businesses or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All the characters are age of 18 or older.