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十七岁时我住在我的叔叔约翰和婶婶卡罗尔家里。因为我父亲工作的缘故，我父母决定长期去欧洲工作、旅游。那是我念高中，对运动和大型的社交集会都很积极，所以很不想和父母一起去欧洲。我叔叔婶婶和我们住在同一个城市，他们同意我从那时起和他们住在一起，而且如果我保持我的成绩并且行为举止彬彬有礼和我的年龄相符的话，可以去参加那些学校的活动。
我父母同意我的叔叔婶婶，作为他们离家期间我的监护人，对我行使全部的父母的权力，包括他们对我的行为和礼仪方面的教育，一次来保证我行为举止适当，以及对于他们行使父母权力时应有的尊重。我父母很熟悉我叔叔婶婶那一套教育孩子方法，因为他们已经养大了两个已经独立生活的孩子了。我虽然对那些方法不是很清楚，但是，我很快就明白了。
我刚走进我新家的卧室，打开包把我的衣服以及别的私人物品放进柜子和衣橱里，约翰叔叔和卡罗尔婶婶就进来了。他们马上对我清楚地说，他们希望从我身上看到模范生的行为，任何无礼的举止都会带来他们直接的惩罚，包括不遵守规定，或是顶嘴。当他们继续解释说这样的惩罚会包括狠狠打光屁股之后，我一下子害羞地红了脸。如果他们觉得我需要受到这样的惩罚时，我必须立即去惩戒室，一点也不许犹豫、质疑。惩罚之前，在自己的房间里，我必须把衣服脱光等待约翰叔叔或是卡罗尔婶婶进来。他们会带我去三楼的一间卧室——惩戒室。惩戒室里只有很少的几件家具，一张床，一把椅背挺直没有扶手的椅子，还有几张小桌子。在那张靠近椅子的桌子上，放着两样惩罚用具——一把很大的木质发刷，还有一条很短但是很厚的皮带。约翰叔叔解释说我挨罚时必须要脱光衣服，并把它们整齐地放在床上。然后我要去他指定的墙角罚站，面朝墙壁，直到他或者卡罗尔婶婶进来执行我的惩罚。我会被叫道椅子那里，趴在惩罚我的人的膝盖上。虽然他们明白我一定很不愿意遵守这些规定，但我仍旧会被强制毫不犹豫地、没有争议地遵守他们的命令。他们不会宽恕我任何愚蠢的拖延，或者对与惩罚的怯懦。而当我趴好之后，我会有机会对为我带来这次惩罚的行为作出解释，因为他们不想不公正地惩罚我。然而，如果我没有对我的行为作出令人满意的解释的话，我就要被发刷或者皮带狠狠地抽一顿屁股，不仅是为了给我一个教训，而且是为了对我日后的行为作出一个威慑。每一次挨打，他们将会很清楚地说明白我挨揍的原因，而且在挨揍前，挨揍的时候，或者挨揍以后，我都应该为我的行为道歉，他们会鼓励我道歉，但不幸的是，这样的道歉是不会让我的屁股受到轻一点的惩罚的。
他们问我有没有问题，自然，我马上问能不能考虑用别的惩罚方式来代替揍屁股。约翰叔叔和卡罗尔婶婶都笑了，说他们在抚养两个孩子长大的过程中发现打小孩子们几顿屁股是迄今为止最有效的惩罚了，而且他们希望当我挨了几顿发刷或是皮带之后，也会让他们发现打屁股对我同样有效。我试图解释说我认为我对于光屁股挨打的年龄来说太大了，尤其是揍我屁股的人是卡罗尔婶婶时，但他们说行为举止不恰当的孩子对于打光屁股来说是永远不会太大的，而且，当卡罗尔婶婶开始挥发刷并且使我的屁股像着火那样之后，我会很快忘记卡罗尔婶婶是个女人，只会关心自己刺痛的屁股了。他们说大部分时间打我屁股的会是约翰叔叔，但如果卡罗尔婶婶觉得我应该立即受到惩罚时她也会有几次。我仍旧站在那里，害羞得脸红，想着我要怎么样才能打破这样的困境。
我们回到我的卧室，开始讨论在家里的一些规定以及他们希望我表现出的行为。他们欢迎我一起指定这些规定，但我只是一想到任何有意无意的违反规定都会带来一顿惩罚，就很紧张。我们讨论决定了大家都同意的宵禁时间，我需要做的家务，以及说明了他们需要直到我在任何时间的去处。如果我因为任何原因要晚回家必须要打电话给他们。还有，在任何时间内，我都必须遵守他们的规定，不能有任何的争辩，也不能对他们的权力有任何的质疑。约翰叔叔说只要我遵守规定的话是没什么好怕的，但是在另一方面，如果我必须要挨罚时，我不能责怪任何人，除了我自己，因为是我作出了那些需要被改正的不合适的行为。因为我也参与决定了这些规定、家务以及行为要求，他们也就自然会在我违反规定时惩罚我。他还说他相信我会变成一个彬彬有礼令人尊敬的年轻人的，而那时他就会不再揍我屁股了。我看着约翰叔叔和卡罗尔婶婶说我准备做一个好孩子，但是一定会有其他可以考虑的惩罚办法。他们都摇了摇头，对我说唯一能避免挨揍的方法，就是乖乖遵守规定。
我在新家的前三周一帆风顺。我们相处的很好，并且我很开心地发现他们在家里提供了一个很温馨的环境。然而，在不到一个礼拜之内，我就得到了我的第一顿打屁股。周五晚上，我在宵禁后四十五分钟后才回家，于是被直接带到了惩戒室。我紧张地脱掉了我的衣服，看着桌子上的发刷和皮带，走到墙角去罚站。我以前从没有被打过屁股，也不知道被揍屁股是什么感觉。我又担心又难为情，而且很后悔错过了宵禁时间。我就在对打屁股的预期中颤抖着站了半个小时，然后我听见约翰叔叔上楼的声音。他进了房间，坐在椅子上，叫我过去。我很慢地、而且很不情愿地走到他身边，他立即把我按到在他腿上，我的屁股翘在他的右腿上，我的头和脚垂在他的腿的两边。他稳稳地把我按在腿上，问我为什么晚回来。我找了个理由不足的借口——我忘记了时间。如果我意识到已经那么晚了，我会打电话回来的，但是我没有。约翰叔叔问我我去了哪儿，和谁在一起，当我最终知道那是几点钟之后为什么没有打电话。我诚实地回答了他的问题，仍紧张地趴在他腿上颤抖，想象着我被揍的样子。但我对为什么没有打电话无言以对。我道了歉，并且保证以后不会再犯了。
约翰叔叔便开始告诉我为什么他要罚我。首先，是因为我已经同意了这个宵禁时间而且知道如果违反是会挨罚的，但是我仍旧错过了。其次，我知道他们要求我打电话回家的，但是我没有。最后，他们要给我留下违反宵禁时间的深刻印象，这样以后我会更小心不会忘记时间的。当约翰叔叔最终问我有没有准备好挨打时，我点了点头说，“是的，先生。”
我知道我别无选择，就算是要像一个小男孩一样趴在他膝盖上被令人难为情地揍光屁股。我的屁股在蠕动。我意识到我赤裸的小屁股是多么的柔软脆弱。我的屁股比身体其他部分都要高高翘起，在即将到来的惩罚前完全没有保护。我知道我要不可避免地被揍屁股了。
约翰叔叔很快开始用他的手打我的光屁股和大腿。房间里回荡着响亮的的巴掌声，我开始不舒服地蠕动扭动。他的巴掌持续地扬起、落下，很快我的屁股和大腿就有了温度，我开始哀叫，我的屁股继续被打的颤动时，我开始摇晃我的双腿。约翰叔叔短暂地停了一下，然后我感觉到了木质的发刷抽在我右臀上时的第一下响亮的打击。然后是同样响亮的一击，发刷打在我的左臀。我措手不及地每被打一下就喘息一次。我不用想象就可以预想那种贯穿我的双臀的刺痛感。我的屁股在约翰叔叔的腿上弹起又落下，企图缓解发刷给我赤裸的屁股带来的灼痛感。接着约翰叔叔开始用发刷狠狠地揍我的光屁股，速度快得吓人。每次发刷灼痛地落在屁股上我都尖声喊叫，踢着双腿。约翰叔叔紧紧地抓着我，我无助地挣扎着，发刷有节奏地起落，无情地给我我毫无防备的屁股和大腿带来刺痛感，几乎打遍了我扭动的屁股和大腿。约翰叔叔每一下也没有都不受阻碍地打在我没有保护的屁股上。我大声地哭泣尖叫，我的屁股像着火一样。接着，约翰叔叔放下了发刷，拿起了皮带。
“啪”地一声，那条黑色的厚厚的皮带就直接抽在了我的两个臀峰上，像一条炽热的拨火棍一样。我大声的尖叫，踢着双腿。约翰叔叔狠狠地抽我，十分准确，这大概是来自于他常年的经验吧。我娇嫩的屁股和大腿根本不是粗糙的牛皮的对手，赤裸的皮肤灼痛地厉害。皮带主要抽在我屁股的下半部和大腿上半部，虽然上臀和大腿下侧也没有逃脱。我很难描述粗糙的牛皮带来的刺痛感。我尖叫，大哭，踢着双腿，弹跳，从约翰叔叔的腿上跳起，都完全没有用。我尖叫着道歉，恳求他停下。也同样没有用。他依旧用皮带抽我的屁股。他依旧用皮带抽我的大腿。一下，又一下。就算我一直踢着双腿挣扎着，也没有能够逃过一下落在目标上的皮带，带给我的皮肉更深的灼痛感。我意识到约翰叔叔是一个多么严厉的惩罚者，而我正在为我的愚蠢付出代价。
约翰叔叔终于停止抽打，他依然把我按在他的腿上，我燃烧的臀部和踢动的大腿还是觉得刺痛。终于，他让我从他腿上站起来，我立即开始用两只手拼命地揉屁股，并且踮着脚在房间里跳，不顾一切地企图缓解灼痛感。我的眼泪流下脸颊。我无法控制地抽泣。我真的好好地受到了一顿惩罚。约翰叔叔送我回我的房间，我穿上上衣时，屁股和大腿都是火焰一样的红色。他离开了我的房间，建议我想象我的行为以及我今晚受到的教训。
When I went to live with my Uncle John and Aunt Carol I was seventeen years old. My parents had gone to Europe on an extended job and vacation schedule in conjunction with my fathers work. As a young man in high school, very active in athletic and social functions at school, I was reluctant to take the trip to Europe with my parents. My aunt and uncle agreed to let me stay with them since they lived in the same city and would allow me to participate in all the school activities provided that I kept my marks up and behaved myself appropriate to my age and gentlemanly manner.
My parents gave Uncle John and Aunt Carol full parental authority as my legal guardians in their absence, including the right to discipline me in their capacity as guardians in the manner that they saw fit as it related to my behaviour and respect for authority. My parents were very well aware of the disciplinary methods of Uncle John and Aunt Carol since they had raised two sons who were now adults and out on their own. I was not aware of these methods but I soon found out.
I had just settled into my bedroom at my new home, having unpacked and put away my clothes and other personal items in my dresser and closet, when Uncle John and Aunt Carol entered the room. They made it clear that they expected exemplary behaviour from me and that any display of misbehaviour or disrespect, including disobedience or back-talk would result in immediate disciplinary action on their part. I stood red-faced with embarrassment when they further explained that such disciplinary action would consist of a sound bare-bottom spanking. When it was felt that a discipline session was necessary I would be sent to the punishment room where I was to go immediately, no hesitation and no questioning that direction. In the room I was to completely disrobe and wait for Uncle John or Aunt Carol to join me. They invited me to follow them to the third floor bedroom that they referred to as the punishment room. The room was sparsely furnished with a bed, a sturdy armless straight-chair, and a couple of small tables. On one of the tables near the straight-chair two punishment implements were in plain view – a large wooden-back hairbrush and a short, thick leather strap. Uncle John explained that when punishment was deserved I was to remove my clothes and leave them neatly on the bed. I was then to go to a corner that he pointed out and stand there, facing the wall, until he or Aunt Carol arrived to administer my punishment. I would be called over to the chair and would then be taken over the knee of the disciplinarian. Although they could understand my reluctance to comply it was imperative that I respond to their command without hesitation and without argument. They would not tolerate foolish delay or cowardice in accepting my punishment. Once in position I would be offered an opportunity to explain the behaviour that had provided the need for discipline as they did not wish to punish me unjustly. However, if there was not a satisfactory explanation for my behaviour, I would receive a sound and thorough application of the hairbrush and strap not only to teach me a lesson but to act as a deterrent to future misbehaviour. In every instance I would be well aware of the reason for my punishment and I would be welcome to apologize for my behaviour before, during or after the punishment session, and such apology would be very much appreciated, but unfortunately would not affect the severity of the actual spanking administered.
They asked if I had any questions and, of course, I immediately asked if they would consider other punishments instead of spankings. Both Uncle John and Aunt Carol laughed. They assured me that in raising their own sons they found spankings were by far the most effective punishments and that after I had felt the hairbrush and/or strap a few times they expected they would find them very effective with me as well. I tried to explain that I thought I was too old for bare-bottom spankings, especially from Aunt Carol, but they assured me that when behaviour warranted it you were never too old for a sound spanking and that after Aunt Carol started wielding the hairbrush and setting my bottom on fire I would soon forget that she was a woman and be only concerned with my stinging bottom. They advised me that Uncle John would be administering most of my spankings but there would be times that Aunt Carol would find it necessary for immediate retribution and would deal with me herself. I stood there, still red-faced with embarrassment, and wondered what I could do to get out of this predicament.
We returned to my room where we had a discussion of the rules of the house and the conduct that was expected of me. They welcomed input from me in setting up the rules but I was cautioned that any and all violations would result in discplinary action that I was now aware of. We discussed a curfew time that we could mutually agree on, chores that I was expected to do, the need for them to know my whereabouts at all times which included the need for me to phone if I was going to be late for any reason, and that I should be obedient to them at all times without questioning or arguing their authority. Uncle John assured me as long as I behaved myself I had nothing to fear but, on the other hand, should a discipline session become necessary I would have no one to blame but myself for the inappropriate behaviour that needed correcting. Since I had a hand in deciding the house rules, chores, and behaviour requirements it should be no surprise to me if they take disciplinary action when they are violated. He assured me that he had every confidence that I would be a well-behaved and respectful young man and that he would be very surprised if it became necessary to spank me at all. I looked at Uncle John and Aunt Carol and told them I had every intention of behaving for them but surely there were other punishments that could be considered. Both shook their heads. All I had to do to avoid a spanking, I was told, was to obey the rules.
All went well for the first three weeks at my new home. We got along well and I was happy to find they provided a warm and loving environment in the home. However, it was less than a week later that I experienced my first spanking. I came home three-quarters of an hour after curfew on a Friday night and was sent directly to the punishment room. I nervously removed my clothes, eyeing the hairbrush and strap on th
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e table, and went to the corner. I had never been spanked in my life and had no idea what to expect. I was very worried and ashamed and deeply regretted missing my curfew. I stood for thirty minutes shivering in anticipation of the spanking before I heard Uncle John come up the stairs. He entered the room, sat on the chair and called me to him. I slowly and very reluctantly moved to his side and he immediately upended me across his lap, my bottom jutting over his right thigh and my head and feet dangling on each side of his lap. He held me firmly in position and asked me for an explanation for my lateness. I had to admit I had a lame excuse – I had merely lost track of the time. If I had realized how late it was I would have phoned but I didnt. Uncle John asked where I was, wanted to know who I was with, and wondered why I didnt phone when I finally realized how late it was. I answered his questions honestly, still shivering nervously across his lap in anticipation of the spanking, but I had no answer as to why I hadnt phoned. I apologized profusely and assured him it wouldnt happen again.
Uncle John then explained why he intended to punish me. First it was necessary because I had failed to meet my curfew time, a time that I had personally agreed to, knowing the penalty for violating it, secondly because I had not phoned as I knew I was required to, and thirdly to impress upon me the importance of obeying my curfew and not forgetting the time so that I would be much more careful in the future. When Uncle John finally asked if I was ready for my punishment, I nodded and answered "Yes, sir".
I knew I had no other choice. Embarrassing as it was to be stark naked and turned over his knee like a little boy. my bottom twitching and squirming throughout the inquisition, and realizing how vulnerable my bare bottom was turned up higher than the rest of my body and very much unprotected from the assault that was about to occur, I knew my spanking was inevitable.
Uncle John immediately began applying his hand to my bare bottom and thighs. Loud, sharp slaps rang out and I squirmed and twisted in discomfort. The continuous rise and fall of his stinging palm soon built up a heat in my bottom and thighs that had me whimpering and swinging my legs as my bottom continued to bounce about on his lap. There was a slight pause, then I felt the first loud smack of the sturdy wooden hairbrush as it visited my right bottom cheek. This was followed by an equally loud smack as the hairbrush visited my left bottom cheek. I gasped in surprise with each one. Not in my wildest imagination could I have forsaw the stinging sensation that permeated my two bottom cheeks. My bottom heaved and tossed and jumped about on Uncle Johns lap trying to deal with the scorching that the hairbrush produced on my bare flesh. Uncle John then applied the hairbrush soundly and thoroughly to my bare bottom and thighs with horrible effectiveness while I screeched and kicked with each burning impact. I struggled helplessly in Uncle Johns grasp while my defenceless bottom and thighs felt the relentless sting of the sturdy brush as it rose and fell in a smooth cadence, visiting every part of my twisting, squirming bottom cheeks and dancing thighs. Uncle John never once missed his target as the hairbrush attacked my unprotected flesh with unimpeded accuracy. I was crying and bawling quite openly and my bottom felt on fire as Uncle John put aside the hairbrush and reached for the strap.
The thick black leather strap was applied directly to the fleshiest part of both bottom cheeks with a loud CRACK!! that burned like a hot poker. I yelled loudly and both legs kicked out with the shock of the impact. Uncle John administered the strapping with a thoroughness that probably comes from his years of experience. My tender bottom cheeks and thighs were no match for the harsh leather as it burned across bare flesh with desvastating results. The strap was applied mostly to my lower bottom cheeks and upper thighs, although the upper cheeks and lower thighs did not escape attention. The stinging impact of the harsh leather was indescribable. I yelled, I howled, I kicked, I jumped, I heaved about over Uncle Johns lap, all to no avail. I screamed my apologies. I pleaded with him to stop. Also to no avail. He strapped my bare bottom. He strapped my bare thighs. Over and over again. Even with all my kicking and struggling I was unable to avoid a single stroke of the strap as it landed on target, burning deeper and deeper into my flesh. I realized that Uncle John was a strict disciplinarian and I was paying the price for my foolishness.
When Uncle John finally stopped applying the strap he held me in position across his lap while my burning bottom and dancing legs continued to react to the sting. When at last he let me up from his lap I immediately began rubbing my bottom frantically with both hands and danced around the room on the tips of my toes in a desperate attempt to relieve the burning pain. Tears were running down my face and I was sobbing and bawling and sniffling uncontrollably. I was indeed a well-punished young man. Uncle John escorted me back to my room, my bottom and thighs displaying their firey red color, as I carried my clothes in my arms. He left me with the suggestion that I think about my behaviour and the lesson I had been taught tonight.
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