When he heard the news he dragged the lad by his ear into the living room. When he proceeded to yell at the cocky youth, he wasn't amused when Tyler rolled his eyes at him. His female cousins and a couple of their friends watched intently at the kitchen table.
Tyler's uncle lashed out, pushing the teen on the shoulder before breathing in, as if to calm himself. He gave him an evil look. Take it off.
Tyler looked at him bewilderedly. The man, growing impatient, ripped off the squirming youth's tank top.
Tyler looked at him desperate and confused. No avail. OFF!
A few seconds passed. The girls were giddily excited. Tyler had been spanked before, but not like this.
Tyler slowly undid his belt, hands quivering. He realized he had really done it this time. He stood there shirtless in his jeans, handing the man the belt silently, trying to dig himself out the hole he was in. He slowly slid down his blue jeans, stepping out of them nervously.
I said off!
Tyler looked at him pleadingly. "Please, not in front of the girls..." His uncle's expression communicated there would be no mercy.
He peeled off his socks, one at a time, and, woefully, slipped off his boxers. He stood there dumbstruck, humiliated for a few moments. It was silent until one of the girls scoffed.
The ensuing spanking, belt and hand, would leave him sore for days, but the gawking, giggling girls were what was etched in Tyler's mind.
He didn't act out for the rest of the summer.
