This story is fictional, but it sure was enjoyable to write.
My older brother, Ricky, and I were pretty good friends (as brothers go) throughout childhood. Being three years older than me, he would have little difficulty beating me up if we would ever get into a fight. Thankfully, I was smart enough not to make that mistake very often. Ricky did teach me how to stick up for myself around other kids, though, and I looked up to him and admired him. For the most part, dad treated Ricky and me fairly equally in terms of what he expected of us. In all honesty, however, dad was often tougher on Ricky because of his age. I was also a little more studious in my study habits, which caused Ricky to view me as dad's "special favorite." This whole setting, however, got turned on its ear one day during the summer when Ricky was 16 and I was 13.
Dad divided the chores pretty evenly between Ricky and me. One Thursday Ricky would be responsible for cutting the grass, and the next Thursday it would be my turn. Other chores would be rotated like this as well. Well, on a particular Thursday when Ricky was supposed to cut the grass, he got a call from several of his friends to go play basketball. Dad was going to be home in about four hours and the grass wasn't yet cut. Ricky knew he would be gone for quite a while; nevertheless, his response to his friends was, "Sure, I'll be over in a bit." After he got off the phone, he looked over at me and said, "Kevin, you're cutting the grass this week." I quickly reminded him that this was his week to cut the grass. He responded saying, "Look, I said you're cutting the grass and that's that."
I was frustrated, but I told Ricky I would do it. Knowing it took about 90 minutes to cut the grass, I decided to take a quick nap before I started. Well, that nap turned into a deep sleep, and the next thing I knew I was awakened by Ricky about an hour before our dad was to arrive home. Needless to say, he was furious. He told me that he was going to get on the riding mower right then, and that I was going to take the push mower and the weed eater and we were going to finish the grass before dad got home. He said I was already in trouble with him for not obeying what he had told me to do, but it was going to be 10 times worse if the yard wasn't finished when dad got home. We both hustled, and the grass was cut on time. Upon entering the house, dad said, "Nice job on the yard, Ricky." Ricky said he was glad dad was pleased, but he gave me an evil look at the same time.
The next morning, I was fairly nervous at the breakfast table. I was finishing putting the dishes in the dishwasher (one of my chores that week) when I heard dad say, "Have fun today boys." Ricky responded that we were going to have a "blast."
Once I finished putting the dishes in the dishwasher, I felt Ricky's hand on my shoulder. He said, "Get your butt upstairs to the bedroom NOW!!" The way he was saying it scared me senseless. I saw him going toward dad's paddle, which he kept on prominent display in our kitchen. Ricky had never done anything like this before, and I'm sure he knew dad would not approve. That fact didn't seem to matter to him one bit.
When he arrived in our bedroom, he said, "Get your pants and underwear down. I'm about to paddle your ass so hard you won't know it's still on your body!"
"I'm sorry, Ricky. Next time I'll do what you say right away just don't paddle me," was my response.
"Kevin, you're always getting off light with dad while I get my butt paddled all the time. It's time you got what you deserve. Get your pants down and grab your ankles. DO IT NOW!!" I nervously started unfastening my pants and taking down my underwear. I then turned around and grabbled my ankles, providing Ricky with a nicely-positioned target. Ricky responded, "This is going to be fun!! If you move your hands from your ankles, we'll be in here most of the morning, understand?" I told him that I did with a slightly weakened voice.
Ricky carefully lined up the paddle against my butt. Then suddenly, WHAM!! I had been spanked by dad a few times, but this was absolutely unreal!! On the second swat, Ricky brought the paddle upward as it approached my bottom, and he also flicked his wrist. WHAM!! I put my hands on the carpet and my knees went to the floor. Ricky responded, "Oh, great! Two swats and the little sissy's already losing control. All right, we'll do it your way. Stay on your knees and arch your back and hold your head up." I complied with a small tear already forming on my cheek. Ricky spread his legs widely with his left foot positioned directly in front of my face. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! "How's this, little brother? How do you like getting your ass whacked?" WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! I started moving my hands a little forward with my knees soon following. Ricky said, "Hey that's a great idea! Let's play horse!! Just like we used to do years ago. Only this time, I'll ride you, and you better keep up a good pace."
Ricky sat himself on the upper part of my back and uttered the familiar "getty up!" which was accentuated with a solid swat from the paddle. Since Ricky was about 160 pounds, it was no small feat for me to try to maneuver through the house with him on my back. SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! "I said get moving!!" SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! Ricky was enjoying his ride, but he finally got tired of it after about five minutes or so. He then told me to kneel on the bed with my face in a pillow. He told me he was going to give me twenty more good swats with at least six of them on the upper thighs. He said that, if I held up half way decent, that would end it. I got on my bed like he commanded and put my face in the pillow. Ricky then commenced with the final assault on my butt. Even though it was hurting like everything, I had attained a noticeable erection that I was certain Ricky would spot. Sure enough, when he finished and I removed my head from the pillow, Ricky said, "I think you've enjoyed this a lot more than I ever thought you would!" Ricky then demanded that I jerk off in front of him. I did so, with him occasionally applying a swat to urge me on. About two minutes and seven swats later, out it came.
Ricky told me that he felt certain I'd be seeing quite a bit more of the paddle from him from then on, and he lived up to his word. The funny thing was that, after Ricky started paddling me on a regular basis, his behavior at school and at home seemed to improve dramatically. Perhaps he now felt that things weren't so uneven between us. At any rate, I remember my dad one day saying, "I may have to retire my paddle, boys. You two seem to almost never misbehave anymore." Ricky just responded, "Well, I guess it took a while, especially for me, but Kevin and I finally sorted everything out about what was best for us to do." Dad responded, "Well, I'm glad I was able to set you boys straight, and I'm proud of both of you." As for me, I was just anxious for Ricky to make up for lost time.