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Towards the end of the senior year, Mike started to introduce me to morning maintenance canings. I would stop by on my way to school and either bend over a chair or grab my ankles for the cane. By the end of my senior year, I was used to getting 6 of Mike’s best over my jeans or my bared ass every single day.

There wasn’t a time that I didn’t come from the caning either. I always looked forward to my caning. Sometimes, I would be standing there with a woody.

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My Uncle Mark was a guy that I feared growing up because of the fact that he used a big hairbrush on my ass. Unlike the rest of my family, he would hit you until your crying and screaming was constant. He always made sure that the punishment would be remembered for the rest of your life. I was spanked by him 5 times, the last time being a week after I graduated from high school. The first time was when I was 12. He called it “being taken down a peg or two.”

Uncle Mark ordered me to go to the room that I stayed in at his house and to strip down to my underwear. He kept his sturdy hairbrush on the bureau in the room since when we stayed there, all 4 of us slept in the same room. He finally came in and was rolling up his sleeve. He sat on one of the beds and ordered me to get the hairbrush. I was whimpering as I brought it back. I have heard him use it on Sam and Joey, and didn’t want him to use it on me. He grabbed my arm and told me that it was for my own good. He pulled down my underwear and pulled me over his knee.

CRAAACK!!! I cried out from the first lick. “We’re only just beginning, boy.” CRAAACK CRAAACK CRAAACK CRAAACK CRAAACK CRAAACK CRAAACK CRAAACK CRAAACK CRAAACK CRAAACK CRAAACK CRAAACK CRAAACK CRAAACK CRAAACK CRAAACK CRAAACK CRAAACK CRAAACK CRAAACK CRAAACK CRAAACK CRAAACK CRAAACK! He was switching between cheeks and my crying was constant from the 8th lick. He kept on spanking me with the hairbrush. CRAAACK CRAAACK CRAAACK CRAAACK CRAAACK CRAAACK CRAAACK CRAAACK!!! I kept screaming and begging for him to stop, but he didn’t. He wanted to make sure that I would never forget the licking! CRAAACK CRAAACK CRAAACK CRAAACK CRAAACK CRAAACK CRAAACK CRAAACK CRAAACK CRAAACK CRAAACK CRAAACK! The Fuller hairbrush was really sizzling my ass up! CRAAACK CRAAACK CRAAACK CRAAACK CRAAACK CRAAACK! He finally stopped after giving each cheek 30 licks. He ordered me to get up and he left the room. I was still crying when he returned 30 minutes later.