WHACK! CRACK! SMACK! WHACK!

Reywind was paddling the boy hard, the big heavy brush crashing into his small, soft bottom. And he didn't plan to stop for a long time, not until the boy reached a stage of complete submission, no longer arguing and pleading, but simply sobbing and surrendering his bottom to it's well-earned punishment.

Tapani could hold himself together for the second whack, but after the brush returned for a third time, he started to cry openly, commenting every follwing spank with loud cries and shouts.
"Ah, oh, pleeease", he whined. He grabbed the legs of his uncle, concentrating hard on keeping them in front. The pain in his cheeks was just growing and growing, and he knew that there was nothing he could do. He felt helpless, ashamed, and also guilty about what he have done.

Smacks and whacks echoed and soon filled the room, as Reywins set about to punish his little nephew's backside. Each hard hairbrush swat sent the baby-fat flesh quivering and jiggling, turning rosy and warm. Tapani was tucked in close as the man dedicated his entire attention to the task at hand, smacking first one cheek, causing it to bop playfully, before soundly spanking the next as the boy squirmed and kicked. Reywind never spoke when he was spanking Tapani, concentrating fully on the task at hand.

With each following smack, the pain in Tapani's backside grew. Soon his cries and begging changed. Besides of getting louder, there wasn't any more pleads for mercy. Just loud, pure crying.

The boy could keep his hands in front, clinging them to Reywinds legs. But he kicked his heart away. He knew that Reywind won't like it, but he couldn't surpress the urge.

Finally after two more to each cheek and five more swats across his sitspots, Reywind ended the first part of the spanking. He allowed the sobbing child to rest over his lap for a moment, then picked him up and bent him over the bed. "Stick your bottom up." He ordered while taking off his belt.

There was a short moment of relief for Tapani. But after he was bent over the bed, he began to panik.


"Uncle Reeeywind, pleeease, not - wahh - not the beeeelt.", he whined. His whole backside was in a burning pain, and he dreaded the painfull belt.

"If you don't stay in position I'm going to add strokes." The man said as he doubled his belt over, holding the open end.

Tapani hide his face in the sheets, and clawed his hands to the same. He pressed his feet on the ground, making sure that he would stay in position, and straighten his legs.

His little, already red and sticked up behind made a good target

Reywind moved to the boy's side and gave several swings in the air, testing his aim. Satisfied, he placed his free hand on Tapani's back, pressing it down to stick his rump up higher.

"I don't want to catch you touching my gear without permission again." He said. "If I do, the spanking you'll get will make this one look like nothing. Understand?"

The boy's body flinched when he heard the swoshes of the belt. He shiverd when his uncle's hand pushed him down.

There was a muffled and whiny "Yes, Sir", coming from the sheet.