Please, not on the bare…

Every time, Martin would plead--but his uncle would just smirk. Martin's punishment--there was only one form of punishment--sent panic down his spine; his heart raced and his stomach churned. It was always on-the-spot, no matter where he was in the house. And it didn't matter who was around--cousins, sisters, their friends. Housewives from the block. The minister! Bare. Uncovered. Naked, nude! Humiliated. Hands behind his back--no covering. His punishment was to lose his clothes and endure a nude spanking--belt or hand, depending on his uncle's mood. His gruff hand knew every square inch of those buttery cheeks. The slaps only stopped when the first signs of bruising appeared. And it didn't end there. For an hour, or more, he would adorn a corner or hallway, naked as sin, all four cheeks a scarlet red. Who was around to see him today?