Story Tom and Matt Part One
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I wrote this some time ago and it is fiction!
"I don't know what Uncle Tom expected from me. After all, I'm a normal 21 year old with buddies I hang out with. So why would I want to spend a month in New York with Uncle Tom? Especially right in the middle of summer!
Dad tried to make it sound so exciting. But I know he just wanted to get rid of me, on account of him wanting to spend time with his new girlfriend. The last thing he wanted was me around geting in the way. He kept talking about all the computers and games at Uncle Toms offices, he owned the company A gaming software house.
Big deal! That's what I thought at the time.
You see, Uncle Tom has always had a special interest in me–even though he's not really my Uncle. Dad and Uncle Tom went to the same college and when they graduated both started their own business, Dad in electronics sales and Uncle Tom in computer software, namely gaming. They had both helped one another over the years build up their respective businessess and were almost like brothers. Uncle Tom had treated me well over the years, great gifts on birthdays and Xmas and he showed me a lot of affection, too much though in my opinion and I often found it irritating when he would ruffle my hair or bear hug me, he still did this even though I was 21. In the past I used to see Uncle Tom several times a week but last year he moved his company to New York.
But to me, Uncle Tom was just an annoying friend of my Dad's . I honestly wished he'd just leave me alone. But not this summer.
"I know this isn't where you wanted to spend the summer, Matt," he said as he walked me from the air terminal, putting his arm around my shoulder. "But I've got lots of ideas for things to do that will make this a summer you'll remember."
"Great," I said. I bet he could tell how un-excited and un-interested I was!
The next day "a Friday" WAS kinda interesting. Uncle Tom's offices really did have lots of neat stuff. Computers. Games. Virtual reality section. I guess I got kind of excited, but I made sure Uncle Tom didn't notice. I felt like he was responsible for taking my summer vacation away. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me enjoy myself.
The next day "Saturday" Uncle Tom kept coming up with lame ideas for us to do together. I vetoed all of them. I ended up watching TV while Uncle Tom read a book.
After supper, he said we could go to the cinema. I told him I didn't want to. Uncle Tom got a little testy. HE wanted to watch a movie and, since he didn't want to leave me alone, I'd just have to come along.
The movie was shown on a big screen 3D job and not really my theme. The movie was kinda sad and about this family that goes through tough times, you know the Dad looses his job, the mom gets real ill and the eldest son becomes distant, doing his own thing and not caring. Anyway, they had lots of problems. I remember a scene with the dad and the eldest son (he was about 20 I think) real clearly. I think what happened changed my summer all around.
The Son took a temper tantrum about his Dad challanging him drinking and got back a lot of cheek and unpleasent words from the son "I have had enough," he shouted. So he grabbed the son and spanked him. The Dad had simply grabbed the boy by the ear and hauled him over to a straight back chair, the boys pants were down very quickly and he was over his Dads knees. The spanking fascinated me, and my brain went from curious to real interested when the Dad took down the boys white briefs and two rather red bottom cheeks were displayed. The Spanking continued on the boys bare bottom. No 'love pats' either. I mean he gave him an old-fashioned 'pants-downer'
After the spanking, the Dad and Boy spent some time huging and bonding again, I was mesmerised by this. I mean the dude had just gotten his ass tanned but good and yet there he was huging and thanking his Dad, promising to do better' The Dad made a comment 'I'm sorry son I should have done that a long time ago, but now things will be better'
At that point, Uncle Tom put his arm around me and gave me a hug in the dark.
On the way home, Uncle Tom said, "I guess we know the secret how to get to like me."
"What?"
"I need to spank you!" he said with a laugh. "Then you and I will bond together, just like in the movie."
"Yeah, sure," I replied, sounding as sarcastic as I could muster. "Whatever."
But, secretly, I'd been thinking about the spanking in the movie, too. Bare bottom? I'd never heard of such a thing! I'd been spanked a few times, for sure but may years ago. But dad always did it on the pants! Something about bare-bottom spankings fascinated me.
Not that I wanted one. They just interested me. That's all.
Over the next several days, Uncle Tom kept bringing it up. Jack Rodgers, one of Uncle Tom's friends came over Sunday afternoon. He works for Uncle Tom, too. he's older though, with two boys already grown up and graduated from college.
"I'm thinking of disciplining Matt while he's with me this summer, Jack" Uncle Tom said. "You reared two boys. Any advice on spankings? I've heard bare bottom is best!"
Uncle Tom was just teasing me. But Jack Rodgers didn't know that. He goes on for a long time about the benefits of "pants-downers." He said he used to spank his boys regularly, so they'd see spankings as normal. On days he spanked them, he said, they'd get another before thy went to bed.
"Spanking is fatherly love, Tom. The boy will understand it if you're regular and consistent about it. But don't let things build up. Spank at the beginning of mischief not at the end. And make sure you get to it at least several times a week. Otherwise, it becomes something dreadful and fearful. And you've stored up your annoyance, so you can't spank in a loving way."
That night, after Jack left, Uncle Tom told me it was late and time for bed. I didnt want to go to bed and so procastinated as long as I could.
"I guess I'll have to give you your first spanking right now!" he declared, his hands on his hips. "And right on your bare bottom!"
Then he laughed. I went a little red in the face but decided to go to bed anyway.
The next day, Uncle Tom had to remind me twice to take out the garbage and I could tell he was getting a little frustrated.
"I guess you'll have to spank me!" I declared, giving Uncle Tom his own joke right back at him.
"No time," he declared seriously. "Got to get to work. But if you remind me, I'll spank you after supper tonight."
"Sure," I said. "Whatever."
During lunch in the cafeteria at Uncle Tom's office, Jack Rodgers joined us. I'd spent the morning in the virtual reality section. So I was in a good mood.
"Matt got a lot out of what you told us yesterday," Uncle Tom told him. "In fact, to help him remember to do his morning chores promptly and without a lot of reminders Matt asked me to spank him tonight."
"Really?" Jack has no sense of humor, Uncle Tom was teasing.
"Yup!" I said right back, without cracking a smile. "On the bare bottom too!"
"Well, good for you!" he declared.
Then he told us how his own boys would come forward on their own when they knew they needed spanking.
"As a single Dad, I had to depend on the boys to know for themselves when they needed punishing. Same as you, Tom."
For the rest of the day, we kept up the joke. By the time we left for home, a half dozen people had been told about my upcoming "spanking."
But the more we joked about it, the more curious I became. I didn't WANT a spanking. Like any boy and of course I was after all 21, that just could not happen, when I was younger I HATED spankings. But there was something about Uncle Tom spanking my bare bottom that well excited me.
The idea seemed to excite Uncle Tom, too.
"I suppose I should call your Dad and tell him I'm going to be punishing you from now on. I should probably tell him how I plan to do it, too."
"No!" I exclaimed, blushing. "There's no reason to tell Dad. I'm old enough to decide for myself if I want you to punish me!"
Somehow, the spanking kept getting more and more real as we talked about it.
"I suppose you think it's all just a big joke," he said, as if reading my mind. "Maybe you could think up another punishment instead."
"You're not chicken, are you?"
"Certainly NOT!" Uncle Tom replied hotly.
"Ever spanked anybody?"
"Well, no," he said. "I suppose I could do some homework."
After dinner, he called Jack, asking his advice on how to administer a proper spanking.
I headed for the bathroom while they both talked and talked about spankings.
I brushed my teeth then headed for my room where I changed into my sleep shorts and Tee.I heard a knock at the door. Before I could answer, Uncle Tom came in with one of the kitchen chairs in his left hand, sitting it down in the middle of the room he came towards me.
"Spanking time!" he declared firmly, taking me by the arm over to the chair and sat down
"Don't be afraid!""I'm not scared!" I replied hotly.
"Then over my lap!" he said, patting his left thigh.
Oddly, I did as he said. Maybe I didn't want him telling everybody that I behaved cowardly. Maybe I was curious about "pants-downers." Maybe I didn't really think he would actually do it.
Of course, it wasn't a "pants-downer," I thought because I had on my shorts.
That thought changed quickly though as Uncle Tom wrapped one arm around my waist and pulled my shorts down.
Then I got to find out what it's like to get spanked on the bare bottom.
Let me tell you, in case you've never had one. First, it STINGS. I mean really, REALLY stings! The other thing is that your bottom gets real HOT! I've heard talk about getting a "scorching" spanking. This was the first one I'd ever gotten that burned.
I guess Jack told Uncle Tom to keep spanking and spanking for a long, long time. I always cried when I was spanked. But this time, I really let go after awhile. I just sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. I felt completely drained when Uncle Tom finally stopped spanking me.
Then he did a funny thing. He wrapped me up in his arms on his lap, my hot, stinging, throbbing bottom pressed uncomfortably against the cloth of his pants.
He slowly rocked back and forth. I found myself hugging him
Then we talked. For a long time. I asked if his hand was OK. He said it stung and throbbed a bit. I told him not as much as my poor butt. We both laughed.
Over the next few weeks I went over Uncle Tom's lap on several occasions and he took Jack Rodgers advice too, I always got my bottom tanned again before bed. We both knew I needed the spankings and we both knew Uncle Tom enjoyed having me over his knees.A few months later I moved to New York and joined Uncle Tom's firm as a games tester. It was nartural that I whould stay with him until I got my own place. That was over two years ago and today I am quite successfull and have Uncle Tom's helping hand to thank for that. I am regulalry spanked when Uncle Tom thinks I need it and no matter how well I have done over the Week, Sunday's are always spanking days. Uncle Tom decided that I needed at the minimum a weekly spanking to keep me a 'good boy' and I can tell you that they hurt and sting just as much as any punishment spanking does. Well today is Sunday and I am heading for my bedroom, the tight white shorts and tee are laid out on my bed, the same straight back chair is in the middle of the room (it is now a pernament fixture in my bedroom). Soon my bare bottom will be red, hot and I will be sobbing over the thighs of Uncle Tom.
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Nice work, keep it up!
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