Of all my cousins, I loved Timmy the best. He was great fun and we used to play together often when we were younger. He was just a year older than me and acted like an older brother. We got into quite a bit of mischief and collected a few hot bottoms on the way (from parental wrath) as the price of our fun.

By the time I got to age 15, Timmy was some way between an older brother and a boyfriend. I could never quite decide. We used to like holding hands and gave each other the occasional kiss, but it never went beyond that. Timmy was not at all embarrassed about being seen with me, even when his friends were around. In fact, I think he liked having a pretty girl on his arm!

One day, we were in the basement of his parents’ house for the afternoon. My dad was away at the time and my sisters and Timmy’s sister had gone with our moms to town. I could have gone with them, but I chose to stay with Timmy who wanted to watch a ballgame that afternoon while his dad did some jobs in the yard.

I soon got bored with the game and decided to amuse myself by teasing my cousin. So I went up behind him and put my hands over his eyes.

“Stoppit!” he said. “I want to watch the game!”

So I started dancing in front of the television and wiggling my cute bottom in front of him, just to tease.

“Kerry, stoppit and sit down!” said my cousin with authority.

“What will you do if I don’t?” I said teasingly.

“I’ll put you over my knee and spank you!” he said.

“Yah! That’s more than you dare do!” I said, poking my tongue out at him.

“Sit down!” thundered Timmy.

I sat down beside him but couldn’t resist grabbing a cushion and giving him a swipe with it. Next thing I knew, he’d pulled me over his knee. I squealed and kicked as his hand rose and fell on my tight jean shorts!

Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!

“Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!” I yelled. “That stings!”

“Are you going to behave?” asked my cousin in a fatherly tone.

My butt was stinging, but I wasn’t going to give in that easily.

“No, and you can’t make me!”

“We’ll see about that,” said Timmy, warming to his task of warming my bottom.

Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!

“Owwwweeeeee! It stings so much!”

“Are you going to behave?”

“I hate you! I hate you!”

Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!

“Ow! Ow!” I yelled, kicking my legs vigorously.

“Are you going to behave?”

“You rat, my butt’s going to be so red!”

Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!


Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!

“Owwwweeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Ow! My butt’s on fire!”

“Are you going to behave?” laughed my cousin.

I’d enjoyed our romp but my butt now felt superheated.

“Yes, you rat!”

He let me up and I danced around clutching my stinging butt, making faces at him. He looked at me amused.

“Now, are you going to sit down and behave? Or do I have to do it again?”

“Ow! I don’t know whether I can sit down!” I said trying to rub the sting out of my rear. “My butt’s on fire!”

Just then my uncle came in carrying two iced drinks. He looked at us quizzically.

“There was a lot of noise coming from here just now. Is everything alright!”

I think our faces went as red as my bottom just then!

“Errrr, yes, it’s fine,” said Timmy, going even redder.

I was hoping uncle would go as I was longing to rub my burning butt.

“Well, I suppose I’d better get on,” said uncle. “Is the game good?”

“Er, yes!” said Timmy. “Very good!”

I wondered which game he meant. The ball game or the one we’d just been playing! I giggled as uncle left and looked at Timmy.

“You idiot! What if he’d have come in while you were spanking me?”

“Good job he didn’t,” grinned my cousin. “Though I bet he’d agree you deserved it!”

“Yah!” I said as the tongue came out again. “But I guess I did!” I giggled. “But Ow! It really stung!” I said, rubbing my butt cheeks. “Your hand’s so hard!”

“Well your bottom is nice and soft,” said Timmy. “Now are you going to come and sit on it while we finish watching this game?”

I put an extra cushion down and very gingerly sat down next to Timmy with the iced drink.

“I could do with this ice to cool my bottom down,” I said, wriggling on my seat.

Timmy kissed my cheek.

“You really are so cute,” he said affectionately. “Now let’s sit and watch this game or do you want another trip over my knee?”

“No, I don’t!” I pouted. I’d actually enjoyed the romp with my cousin but reckoned my bottom was rather too tender to risk another spanking. So I snuggled up to Timmy with my head on his shoulder to watch the rest of the game.

I soon got bored so, having finished my drink, I laid my head on Timmy’s lap. He might have just spanked me but I loved him dearly. Was he more than a cousin to me? What sort of relationship was it? I decided I’d have a word with mom about it. All the kicking and squealing I’d done during our horse play had tired me out and I dozed off to sleep. When I woke up, Timmy was stroking my hair.

“Wake up, sleepy!” he said, giving me a kiss.

I got up and rubbed my bottom which reminded me it had been recently spanked.

“I hate you!” I said, kissing him on the cheek. “Who won the game?”

At that moment, I could hear our mothers arriving upstairs so we went up and joined them. I guess I looked a bit dishevelled with my hair all over the place.

“Hi!” said Mom, looking at us. “Was the game fun?”

“Sure!” I said with a giggle, going a bit red. We’d had spanking good fun, and not just watching the game!