Shawn caught only a glimpse of his brother, standing there naked as a jaybird, when Chip, realizing he was the target of every eye in the room, opened his mouth wide and emitted a gasp of surprise and horror, then rapidly crossed his arms in front of his midsection. He had halfway turned to flee to his room, when his dad, who had closely followed him, spun him back around and slapped his left butt cheek. "March! And slowly!" Barry spanked his son's right cheek. "And keep your hands to your sides. As far as I'm concerned, you don't have anything this family can't see!"
Shawn saw Chip's already tear-stained face turn pink with embarrassment as he unwillingly moved his hands out of their protective position.. Yes! There were Chip's little _d_i_c_k_ie, and his balls below, all in front of a thatch of blond pubic hair. Hmm - those five inches weren't anything to brag about.
Chip's discomfort increased as he descended the stairs at the maddeningly slow pace his father demanded. Shawn realized with satisfaction that his brother would have to walk right past everyone at the table to reach Dad's den. Chip must have realized this as well, because he had just reached the bottom of the staircase and turned, and his blush grew deeper. He halted there a moment, but after darting a pleading glance in his father's direction and finding no pity there, he began walking toward the table.
Shawn looked at the other members of his family, and saw that their eyes were glued to the sight of his naked big brother. Chip's face turned from pink to red as he walked closer and closer. Shawn wondered how long it had been since his mother had seen her older son's private parts -( which weren't so private any longer. Shawn determined to use this little joke to tease his brother with later.) Wayne and Tina had probably never seen their brother with all his clothes off. Shawn hoped Chip appreciated this fact. Chip wasn't going to live this punishment down for quite a while. What if his friends at school could see him now? Shawn promised himself to correct that oversight by giving them a detailed account on Monday. Chip, now directly in front of the table, provided his family with an ample view of his _c_o_c_k_ and balls. Shawn saw his brother keep his eyes averted and try to pretend they weren't there, but he heard him utter a low groan of humiliation. Then, to top it all, Tina pointed at her brother and cried, "Look at Chip's wienie!"
Chip's manhood called a wienie! And Shawn had thought his brother's face couldn't get any redder.
Barry called from the stairs, "I want everyone to get a good look at Chip. This is what happens to bad little boys."
Shawn looked at his dad, who was propped up against the stair rail, arms folded, supervising his son's agonizing march to the den. Barry winked at him. Shawn smiled back, then returned his attention to Chip.
Okay, big brother, let's have a look at that butt. Chip, moving past the table, obligingly presented the onlookers with a spectacular view. Shawn whistled silently in surprise.
Chip's butt practically glowed. The golden brown of his back and legs formed a vivid contrast to the red of his spanked cheeks. Those once white buns were now white only at the very edges. A pink oval decorated the surface of each buttock, with a fiery red circle shining within it. Up close, Shawn could see here and there the overlapping handprints his dad had left on Chip's well spanked butt. He noticed that even the back of his brother's neck was blushing from the shame of having the whole family see that his dad had just treated him like a misbehaving ten-year-old.
Shawn returned his gaze to his brother's red rear end as Chip entered the den and walked to the far wall. There were hung two paddles, each forming the side of an inverted "V". The word "Chip" was engraved on one, "Shawn" on the other. The blade of each was drilled with holes, to assure a rapid, stinging delivery, even for someone who didn't wield it as forcefully as Barry always did. He often teased his sons by wondering if he hit hard enough, he could etch the boys' names into their own butts.
Chip took down the paddle with his name, and turned. Shawn smiled to himself, And now he has to come back! His brother moved forward, but realizing that he was once again about to become the unwelcome center of attention, drew back when he reached the doorway.
"Please, Dad!" he begged, "Don't paddle me! Don't make me go upstairs again!"
Barry unfolded his arms. "I am going to paddle you, Chip. But I can do it right down here in front of everybody, if you'd rather." He moved as if about to carry out his threat.
"Noooh!" Chip wailed, and made a dash for the stairs.
"Chip!" his father snapped. "Get back to the den door and walk like I told you to!" The humiliated young man had to obey. Chip treated his family to yet more unobstructed views of his fully naked body as he crossed the room and presented the paddle to his dad.
Barry took it and tapped it with teasing menace against his palm. "Thank you, son." He paused, allowing everyone another long look at Chip's red backside. At last he said, "You can go on up. No need to move slow. By now we've all seen everything you've got to show - yeah, even your wienie!"
Chip bawled again and darted up the stairs. His dad had been about to dismiss him with a good swat, but Chip's butt was out of range well before the blow landed.
Barry told his family, "This shouldn't take long," and followed his son up the stairs resolutely.