A theatre play
The drama takes place sometime in the late 1960s / early 1970s. It is the sitting room / lounge / front room / parlour with typical furniture of the time, which could a settee, arm chairs, dining table, sideboard and television set. It must include at least one straight-backed chair.
UNCLE who can be aged anywhere between 40 and 55. He is a working-class man and should dress appropriately, such as dark trousers and a plain shirt. He could be dressed with no shirt but a discoloured singlet. He might be in work clothes, such as jeans or overalls.
NEPHEW aged 18. Ideally he should be slim and shorter in height than UNCLE. He can be dressed in basic jeans and shirt but if the theatre resources allow let him wear more “fashionable” clothes of the time such as baggy trousers, floral-print shirt and striped “tank top” pullover.
Curtain opens onto the sitting room. After about five seconds UNCLE enters the room. He is guiding (not dragging) NEPHEW by the wrist. UNCLE takes NEPHEW to the centre of the room. Both stand while the dialogue takes place.
UNCLE [Not angry] I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve spoken to you.
NEPHEW shakes his wrist free and stares shamefaced at the floor.
UNCLE. Ever since you came to stay with me and Aunt Jane you’ve been nothing but trouble. [Waves his arms about.] You treat this place like a hotel. You stay out til all hours. Last night you came home drunk.
NEPHEW looks at his Uncle opens his mouth as if to protest but thinks better of it.
UNCLE. I’ve spoken to you about this before. Haven’t I?
NEPHEW shrugs shoulder and looks down at the floor.
UNCLE. Doh! Is that all you can do? Shrug your shoulder. Don’t you have anything to say for yourself.
NEPHEW gives a half smile, showing indifference.
UNCLE. Nothing I seem to say gets through to you lad. Nothing. Well, you leave me no alternative. You’re getting a spanking. That’s all.
NEPHEW. [Gapes] A spanking? But …
UNCLE. No buts. You’ve been asking for this for a long time. I said you had to be home by ten-thirty every night but you ignored me. You’re always rude to Aunt Jane. I told you about that. You don’t do yourself any favours.
NEPHEW. But uncle, I’m too old for a spanking.
UNCLE. Ha! You are not too old. If you don’t know how to behave, I’ll have to teach you. A spanking will soon bring you to your senses.
UNCLE picks up a straight-backed chair and plonks it down in the middle of the room. NEPHEW stares uncle wide-eyed.
NEPHEW. But uncle . ..
UNCLE sits on the chair.
UNCLE. Stand there.
UNCLE snaps fingers and points to the floor by his side. NEPHEW stares at his uncle. Twists his fingers with embarrassment.
NEPHEW. But uncle ….
UNCLE. Don’t “But uncle” me. Do as you’re told. Right now!
NEPHEW shuffles to the spot.
UNCLE. Right. Take down your trousers.
NEPHEW. [Gaping. Panicking] No uncle! No. I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.
UNCLE. I know you won’t do it again. Not after I’ve spanked you. You’ll remember it next time you want to be rude to your aunt or stay out late. Now get em down.
NEPHEW takes a step back, looks around him as if he is thinking about running away.
UNCLE. Are you going to take those trousers down or do you want me to do it for you?
UNCLE reaches forward and takes hold of the waist of NEPHEW’S trousers and pulls him forward. Tries to unbuckle his belt. NEPHEW tries to retreat but UNCLE has grip on his belt.
NEPHEW. No, no uncle. Please. I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. Really.
UNCLE. I’ve given you lots of chances. You threw them all back in my face. This is what you deserve. I don’t want to spank you. You don’t give me any choice. You need to learn to behave. You’ll thank me for this one day.
NEPHEW. But uncle. I’m eighteen. I’m too old to be spanked like a little kid. I’m an adult.
UNCLE. You are not an adult until you’re twenty-one. That doesn’t make you an adult anyway. You have to act like an adult. Take responsibility. You don’t do that. I’ve tried with you. God alone I’ve tried. We even thought about telling you you had to leave. We couldn’t stand it anymore. Do you want that? Do you want to go live in some stinking bedsit somewhere?
NEPHEW. No uncle.
UNCLE. Right then. Take down them trousers.
UNCLE waves his hands up and down in front of NEPHEW
NEPHEW. Oh Uncle.
NEPHEW’s hands shake as he fumbles with the buckle of his belt. At last it is open. He pauses and looks at UNCLE seeking pity, hoping for a last-minute reprieve. UNCLE watches him impassively. NEPHEW unbuttons the waist of his trousers and then pulls the zip fly. He looks at UNCLE who is wriggling his bottom to get comfortable on the chair. NEPHEW lets the trousers fall down his legs to his feet.
UNCLE. Good lad. Now, come bend over my knee.
NEPHEW has a look of horror on his face. He stares at UNCLE who parts his legs to make a platform for NEPHEW to bend across.
NEPHEW. Oh Uncle … please.
UNCLE slaps his own thigh to encourage NEPHEW to bend over.
UNCLE. C’mon lad. Let’s get this over with.
NEPHEW hugely embarrassed, chews on his bottom lip. He moves forward, rests his hands on UNCLE’S thigh and gently lowers himself across.
NEPHEW must be over UNCLE’s knee with his arms stretched ahead of him and palms flat on the ground. His bottom must be at an angle over UNCLE’s thigh. NEPHEW legs will dangle in the air behind him. He must be positioned submissively. He has decided he must take his spanking.
UNCLE takes his time to observe NEPHEW’s position over his lap. UNCLE is impassive. Slowly he takes hold of the elasticated waist of NEPHEW’s underpants. NEPHEW tenses visibly. Slowly UNCLE starts to pull the underpants down over NEPHEW’S buttocks.
UNCLE. It’s not a proper spanking if it’s not on the bare.
NEPHEW. [Panicking] No, uncle, no!
NEPHEW tries to reach his hand back to protect his bottom. UNCLE slaps it. Then grabs the arm and pushes it back towards the floor.
UNCLE. None of that. Keep that away. Don’t be a coward. Take your spanking. You deserve it. You know you do.
UNCLE continues to pull the pants down until they are at NEPHEW’S knees. NEPHEW closes his eyes tight. Covers his face with his hands.
UNCLE pats NEPHEW on the fleshiest part of his bottom. He presses gently into the flesh judging how much meat there is in the boy’s buttocks. He wraps his left arm around NEPHEW’s middle to make sure he isn’t going anywhere. Then, he raises his hand to a height of a foot or two and slaps hard across the middle of the bum. He spanks hard and fast. Within seconds the bottom is pink.
NEPHEW gasps. He uncovers his face and slumps forward. As the spanking intensifies he presses his hands into the ground and his body goes up and down. It is like he is doing press-ups.
UNCLE spanks rapidly. About sixty whacks per minute. He makes sure he goes round the entire circuit. He starts in the fleshiest part of the buttocks and systematically goes higher and then lower. He sees the overline of his own hand imprinted time and again across the buttocks.
NEPHEW gasps. He shakes his head from side to side and up and down like a horse trying to get rid of a troublesome fly.
UNCLE. I hope you’re feeling this. I hope it’s doing you some good.
NEPHEW opens his mouth as if to reply but cannot get the words out because he is too busy gasping.
UNCLE slaps his hand hard into the back of the legs where it is more sensitive. NEPHEW yaps with the shock and the pain.
UNCLE. Are you learning a lesson from this?
NEPHEW. Gasping. Yes, uncle yes. Please stop.
UNCLE. I’m not so sure. [Spanks the back of the legs harder] Maybe I should call Aunt Jane to bring down her hairbrush.
NEPHEW. No uncle, please. No. I’m sorry. I will be good. I will. I promise.
UNCLE. [Still spanking] I know you’ll behave. Because if you don’t I’ll have you back over my knee and it will be the hairbrush. How do you feel about that.
NEPHEW. [Pleading] No uncle. Please no.
UNCLE. [Spanking harder] Are you going to be rude again to your aunt?
NEPHEW. No uncle. No.
UNCLE. Are you going to stay out late at night?
NEPHEW. No uncle.
NEPHEW. Yes, uncle. Please stop spanking me. You’re hurting me.
UNCLE. That’s the point son. That’s the point. It’s the only way you’ll learn.
NEPHEW covers his head with his hand.
NEPHEW. Oh uncle.
UNCLE spanks for another minute or so. He is not a brutal tyrant he is a caring uncle. He wants NEPHEW to learn to behave. NEPHEW is sore. His bottom feels like he has been made to sit in a bathtub of very hot water. It hurts like hell now, but once uncle stops slapping his bare bottom the pain will soon become a throbbing ache and within no time at all it will be only a tingle.
UNCLE [Stops spanking] OK. Get up.
NEPHEW jumps up. His trousers are still at his feet and the underpants at his knees. He rubs away at his toasted buttocks vigorously and screws his face up to emphasise the pain he feels. UNCLE stays seated watching impassively.
UNCLE. Get dressed.
NEPHEW tugs up his underpants and winces as the soft cotton connects with his raw bum. Then, slowly, he bends down to retrieve his trousers and pull them up. He is breathless.
UNCLE stands close to NEPHEW.
UNCLE. Will I have to do that again.
NEPHEW pats the seat of his trousers
NEPHEW. No uncle.
UNCLE. I hope not. I hope you’ve learned your lesson.
NEPHEW. Yes, I have uncle. Sorry uncle.
UNCLE. Good lad. Get off to your room.
NEPHEW walks gingerly from the room. UNCLE goes to the television, switches it on and sits in the armchair.
Lights fade to dark.
Picture credit: Unknown
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