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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Gravity_Falls
  Relationship:
      Dipper_Pines/The_Author_|_Original_Stanford_Pines
  Character:
      Dipper_Pines, The_Author_|_Original_Stanford_Pines
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, Uncle/Nephew_Incest, age_gap, Masochism, Sadism_-_Freeform,
      Spanking, Rough_Body_Play, Hand_Jobs, Aftercare, Size_Difference
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-10-12 Words: 3534
****** Fun-ishment ******
by SinKing
Summary
     After getting his first spanking, Dipper quickly finds himself
     purposefully screwing up tasks to feel the painfully pleasureful
     strength behind that big six fingered hand.
Notes
     This was a oneshot I wrote while my cable was out. It wasn't meant to
     be this long but muse took a hold of me, what can I say?
     I've always wanted a spanking scenario for Dipford so I wrote one
     myself!
 At first, it shocked him. He really had no response to the situation because
  he's never experienced it before. When he accidentally bumped into a rather
 expensive and important piece to his uncle's latest test, causing it to fall
  and crash into pieces on the floor, he was expecting loud yelling and to be
 told that he wasn't allowed in the lab anymore. He was sent upstairs after it
was done but it wasn't while he was near tears because his role model and great
                uncle had severely reprimanded him, not at all.
He was sent hobbling up the stairs, holding his sore behind and sniffling back
tears because he had been spanked. He's never been hit before, not even by his
  parents because they believed that a stern talking to and timeout was good
enough and in later years, taking away his game system, phone and books. It had
 definitely worked, he hated to make them dissapointed or to be locked in his
 room for hours with nothing to do so he rarely back talked or misbehaved. But
this was something entirely different and it had truly left a mark on him as a
                    reminder, both mentally and physically.
 But it wasn't the type of mental reminder that Ford had probably wanted. The
spanking itself wasn't too bad, over the shorts and just enough to hurt but not
  enough to stop the boy from sitting down, just to make sure he learned his
   lesson. The crying was more emotional as he was quickly humiliated, felt
 violated, surprised, a bit angry but mostly very confused and dumbfounded at
     what was happening. He never expected his uncle to strike him and the
          realization had cause a few tears to form during the mess.
It wasn't until fifteen minutes later while he was lying on his stomach in his
  room that he realized some small part of him liked the way Ford immediately
took control of the matter, plus took control of Dipper. He pulled him over his
   lap and went to town like it was nothing. The worst part was how he gave
  aftercare, the kiss on the cheek, the whispered "Good boy." and the caring
 guide to the stairs as he dismissed him. It made Dipper's stomach churn with
 how nice he had been during the aftermath and the praise that was given, he'd
     always been a sucker for the praise his uncle could give. It was just
exhilarating and sent chills up and down his spine and besides the pain wasn't
                  too painful, in fact, he almost felt…alive.
  The sting was just enough to remind him of the feel of his uncle's big hand
 cupping his rear as he swiftly smacked him over and over again. It was a few
 days later, at the moment he had decided last minute to pour the green sample
  in with the pink sample instead of the blue just to get a rouse out of his
  uncle and see if he'd hit him again, that Dipper knew he had a problem. He
wanted Ford to manhandle him again, see if maybe it was a one time thing or if
it would happen every time he screwed up. He passd it off as self preservation,
 telling himself he was only testing the waters so he could forever avoid any
future mistakes. What a bunch of lies. In a few weeks it would be embarrasingly
                      obvious what he was doing and why.
  Ford did spank him and because it was an important sample test and it would
 take days to collect more, he had hit him harder. It actually hurt this time
and he had more pain than a before, his cheeks felt warm and when he checked in
the mirror they were red with a distinct six fingered mark. There was no going
 back after that incident, especially after Ford had kissed his cheek and pet
                                him afterwards.
      It was official; Dipper enjoyed getting spanked by his great uncle.
 He felt sick at first, wrong, guilty, like he'd get caught and Ford would be
 disappointed in him but he never did get caught. He spaced his "mistakes" out
 carefully so it didn't look like he was doing it on purpose and he changed it
 back and forth from lab mishaps to everyday mishaps that just so happened to
 effect Ford the most. He had gotten more rough the bigger the mistake was and
Dipper found himself getting lost in the pain and strength, the dominance from
  his uncle and the submissive small feeling he got every time would make his
 head spin and his shorts tighter. The pain had turned into a guilty pleasure
 and instead of hiding cries of anguish he began having to hide cries of joy.
It's hard to keep a boner a secret when you're laid over the lap of the person
who's giving it to you but he always seemed to manage. His favoite is when Ford
 pulls his shorts down and smacks him through his thin briefs, the sound, the
 contact, it was so much better than with his dumb jean shorts in the way. He
would always scurry up to the second floor bathroom and admire his uncle's work
                                 on his skin.
   How red and blotchy it was, the handprint and obvious digits as beautiful
 bright patterns, never letting him forget who gave him such a thrill. Dipper
 would get so caught up in it that he'd touch himself, clumsily tugging at his
cock as he thinks about the fresh scene that just transpired, Ford's consoling
words of praise, the harsh immediate pain in his ass, he'd cum quickly with his
  uncle's name falling from his lips. His uncle could never find out just how
                        much he enjoyed his punishment.
 Although, the best one had yet to come. He'd soon figure this out one Tuesday
   night when it was just him and Ford awake at the ungodly hour of 4:30 AM.
They were working on transcribing a rather difficult situation with a creature
 they had yet to encounter before that day. Writing down everything they could
remember about the beast had always calmed their nerves and helped them gather
  their barings to start plotting on how to approach it or defend against it.
Dipper had truly been interested and focused on getting it done, it was one of
 the rare finds of Gravity Falls he had discovered along side his great uncle,
not years afterward in a dusty old book. When he had brought down two more cans
 of Pitt Cola to refuel on sugar and energy he had no intentioned of tripping
  over his uncle's foot and spilling his full can of soda into almost all of
     their papers, successfully soaking them and causing the ink to bleed.
         Hours of writing and detail recalling and frustration. Gone.
Dipper panicked and quickly sputtered out an apology as he feebly attempted to
 pick the papers of from their carbonated fate, his uncle seemingly frozen in
                     disbelief at what they had just lost.
"I'm sorry, Grunkle Ford! I'm so, so sorry! I didnt mean to, oh gosh…!" Dipper
             babbled as he shifted on his feet and whined softly.
 Ford set up straight in his seat, the light from the desk lamp had reflected
 off his glasses so harshly that Dipper couldn't see his eyes behind them, the
 only indication of his current emotion being set in his deep frown and tense
body language. Dipper was actually scared this time, he knew he fucked up badly
                and he didnt want Ford irreversibly mad at him.
  "Mason," he started and Dipper's stomach fell to the floor while his heart
  jumped up into his throat, "I know what you've been doing. I'm nowhere near
 dumb, boy, I can tell you've been pretending to make mistakes so I can punish
                                     you."
  His mouth was dry and he already felt like crying. He knew? How long has he
      known? Why didn't he say anything? He fisted his shirt and fidgeted
     uncomfortably, wanting to run away and act like this never happened.
"I've had plenty of suspicions and theories as to why you'd want something like
that to happen but whatever it is, I hope it was worth destroying our work." he
 sat back and Dipper saw the fire burning behind his blue eyes and for a split
    second he couldnt tell if it was anger or not, but that didn't matter.
He quickly jumped to his defend himself, "Grunkle Ford, please, this really was
   an accident! I-i didn't do this one on purpose, I swear!" he knew he was
 begging and whining like a child but every bone in his body protested to the
thought of his favorite person in the world being so angry at him that he could
         never forgive him. Ford didnt believe a single word he said.
  "We've spent hours on these papers and it's going to take the same amount,
 perhaps even longer to rewrite everything. That's wasted time and energy that
could have been spent on further developments all because you have a liking to
                               getting spanked."
 The cool, level headed tone of his uncle's voice compared to his own panicked
 one added to the already huge wave of hot shame that rushed over his body in
that moment. His eyes watered and tears threatened to spill as he couldn't find
the words to reply having been caught in his biggest secret yet, one as filthy
  and self indulgent as this. Ford continued to speak but Dipper's eyes were
     glued to the floor as his legs shook in place and he sniffled softly.
"Since you seem to love your punishment so much, why don't I give you what you
obviously want; My full strength. I doubt you'll find this pleasurable, though.
Since our current project is on hold how does it sound to call this a test?" he
  gestured for Dipper to step forward and he would have missed the cue if he
                 hadn't glanced up the exact moment he did it.
   He took shaky steps forward and wanted to hide when that sick feeling of
excitement for getting spanked started to bubble up even in this situation. He
wanted to ask what he meant by test but found himself just trying to calm down
 as he found his spot standing on the side. Ford placed a hand on his back and
  easily bent Dipper over his lap, like usual. This time, he spread his legs
 slightly and tugged Dipper over even further to the point that the small boy
   was barely on his tiptoes, most of his weight laying on his uncle's legs.
  "The test is to see just how much pain you're capable of withstanding." He
 reached under Dipper's waist and down to the button of his shorts, skillfully
popping it open and pulling down the zipper to yank the article of clothing off
his legs completely. He tossed them somewhere in the lab behind him and Dipper
shuddered as the air hit his already heated skin. He felt disgusting, so pumped
up and excited when Ford was clearly meaning harm and perhaps that's why he was
           so horny. There was definitely something wrong with him.
He tried to stop his shaking when he felt his uncle's hand glide over the cleft
of his ass, lightly scrunching the fabric of his boxer briefs. He was prepared
  and expectant for the spanking to happen at any moment but when he had been
  lying there for five minutes with gentle caresses to his rear, he begun to
wonder if he was ever going to happen and he was getting impatient. He couldn't
  tell if he just wanted it done and over with or if he really wanted Ford to
              hurry up and hurt him already. Probably the latter.
  He started to get squirmy when suddenly the first hit landed and he jolted
 because, wow, Ford wasn't lying about using his full strength. That hurt and
    honestly it wasn't the good kind…at first. It bloomed over his body and
straight to his crotch, the intensity almost overwhelming because there it goes
   again and his back spazzes under the harsh contact. Swat after swat Ford
spanked Dipper roughly and with no remorse, eventually having to press down on
the boy's back to keep him still as he kept wiggling. Dipper quickly started to
         cry out with every hit instead of simply taking it strongly.
He was whiny and almost needy, trying to curl in on himself as he was delivered
swift pain repeatedly, Ford switching cheeks every other hit and then managing
  to capture his whole ass in his palm since the boy was so small compared to
  him. Dipper was in an agonizing bliss, his eyes watered and his tears fell
straight to the floor and rolled down his cheeks to his chin as he sniffled and
cried. His ass was on fire and his uncle wasn't letting up, each hit worse than
 the last on his abused skin and he was as hard as rock in his underwear, lost
           in some haze between common sense and his primal desires.
  It was decently bearable until Ford had pulled his briefs off, rubbing his
  bright red cheeks. He had always wanted it to go this far but now that he's
  here it's actually a bit frightening. The pain is good and his love for it
 apparently went much deeper than he originally thought it would but it's very
 borderline, certain hits don't add to the excitement at all. He was about to
 tell Ford this but realized that he actually had no say so in this at all, he
      was at his uncle's mercy. That definitely added to his excitement.
"I want you to count these next ones for me, Mason." Ford demanded and his tone
    held no room for refusal. He simply nodded and wiped at his eyes, body
                         trembling and breath ragged.
  He was hit, flesh on flesh clapped so loudly in the big empty basement and
  Dipper's head was thrown back by the force as he let out a choked scream in
surprise. Oh. Oh, that hurt and it shocked every nerve in his body and his eyes
  were blown wide and his cock twitched and tears fell and he felt alive and
   good. There was something wrong with him and he loved it because this was
                             heaven, it truly was.
"ONE!!" he counted, voice laced with all the lust his body could muster and it
         came out as such a needy moan that he even surprised himself.
  "Good boy…" he heard from above and when did Ford's voice turn so husky and
  choked? When he was spanked again and he shuddered, trying to curl in as he
groaned and moaned he felt it prodding against his belly. His uncle was getting
hard from this. The Author has a boner for him, because of him. He was hurting
him, really honestly hurting him yet the two of them were sweaty, horny messes,
        he can feel his uncle's legs trembling just the slightest bit.
 "Two!" he called out, biting on his own knuckle. Another swat, another moan,
another number ticked away. It kept going on and Dipper begun to lose track of
how many he had been counting because his speech was slurred when he started to
  sob uncontrollably at the intense, stinging, sharp never-ending pain he was
  experiencing. As much as he wanted it to go on he desperately wanted it to
                                     stop.
Another spank and he mumbled out "Bleventeen…!" between choked sobs and whines
 and thats when it stopped. It finally stopped. He caught his breath, panting
 with heavy huffs and he'd cringe if he had the energy when he saw drool drip
 from his open mouth. He was suddenly picked up and forced to stand though his
 legs felt like literal jelly and any muscle movement in his ass made him want
to start crying all over again. Ford's hands kept a strong grip on his arms as
 he picked him up. Dipper looked like a beautiful mess with his hair matted to
 his forehead from the sweat, his face flushed and it crept down his neck and
under his shirt collar. Small body trembling, mouth open, eyes hazy, Ford could
                               get used to this.
  "Did you learn your lesson?" he asked firmly and Dipper quickly nodded. He
didn't like to see the boy in tears but it was hard to imagine him hating every
      moment when his cock was such a deep red and dripping like it was.
                         "I want to hear you say it."
 "I-i learned m-my lesson!" he stuttered out, wiping at his eyes and giving a
                                gentle hiccup.
  "Will you stop purposefully making mistakes so I get upset and spank you?"
 Dipper paused at that, looking down at the floor for a few seconds before he
     nodded and mumbled a 'Yes'. Oh, it was so cute how much he wanted it.
Ford couldn't stop himself when he first found out that Dipper had been gaining
 sexual stimulation from the pain he was inflicting on him. He had no idea the
  twelve year old boy was capable of not only being a masochist but actively
pursuing the harsh treatment over and over again. He wasn't lying when he said
 that this was a test to see just how much Dipper could handle and the results
were staggering and incredibly favorable. The boy has always been too cute for
 his own good and while perhaps laying hands on him had only been a late night
 passing thought, after tonight, Ford reconsidered his opinion. He wants this
                        and he knows Dipper does, too.
"You're a good boy, you took that very well. I'm proud of my good little boy."
Ford cooed, pulling Dipper close and rubbing his back as he kissed his cheeks,
  nose, birthmark and eventually lips. Dipper froze up when he had and it was
 adorable to think that he was flustered over something like a kiss after what
                              they had just done.
He melted under the affection and praise, a whimper left his lips as he looked
up at his uncle and desperately tried to ignore the pulsating, burning pain in
       his ass. He went to speak but Ford pressed a finger to his lips.
  "I'm going to reward you for being such a good obedient boy." He seemed to
   whisper, the hand on his lips crept down his body and Dipper was too busy
focused on the lips pressed on his again to notice where the hand was going. It
   was only when his very needy, very sensitive cock had been grasped the he
        jumped and whined, clinging onto his great uncle's broad frame.
    He almost couldn't believe that tonight was happening but the stinging
  sensation and the calloused hand stroking his small dick were very real and
very convincing. Ford had two thick fingers and a thumb wrapped around Dipper's
   thin shaft and was making quick work of the boy's erection. He coaxed his
nephew into a sloppy makeout, his free hand playing with those chocolate curls
   and holding his head straight. With one well placed rough squeeze, Dipper
keened and cried out as he shot thin cum all over Ford's hand and a bit of his
  jacket sleeve. He quickly peeled the garment off and tossed it, licking his
                  hand clean and making sure Dipper watched.
"You know, if you'd like, you don't have to keep breaking or dropping things so
  I can spank you." Ford began to offer as he stood and picked his nephew up
 bridal style, mindful of his deep red rear. He was going to have some pretty
 big bruises but they'll fade in a few days. He won't go as hard next time, no
       point in damaging him more than needed. He's still just a child.
"W-what do you mean?" Dipper questioned in a hushed tone as they made their way
 back upstairs. It was surely around five by now, maybe even later. They can't
                        wake anyone, not now, not ever.
"What I'm proposing is…I'll gladly give you a good swatting whenever you want.
  I enjoy it, too." As if to emphasise this, he shifted his hard on to a now
 comfortable position to walk in. He'll take care of it later and teach Dipper
                  how to do the same at a later time as well.
    Dipper seemed to ponder this for awhile, Ford thought he'd jump to the
 opprotunity instantly. He was making his way up the stairs when the boy spoke
                                     next.
   "Yeah. I'd like that." he smiled and hugged him as best he could from his
position. Ford smiled brightly. He delivered more careful aftercare and got the
 young lad ready for bed, making sure he laid on his belly and was wearing the
                        softest pair of PJ's he owned.
 Whether this would just be a continuing secret of self indulgence into Sadism
and Masochism, plus mutual incestuous attraction, or if it will blossom into an
  actual relationship between the two, neither Pines member could say at the
                                    moment.
  All they knew was their Punishment had officially turned into Fun-ishment.
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