Josh's Rise And Fall


by Simon <Gromit7@hotmail.com>

I'm Josh Anderson, I'm 12 and go to a small school in the north west of England. I live with my Mum and Dad and my little brother Scott - he is 9. It is a loving family although both my mum and dad are quite old and quite old fashioned in many ways. Dad is particularly old fashioned about how to bring up me and Scott, and our choice of school reflected this. It was an all boys public school - some boarders, but most, like Scott and Me were day kids.

There is quite a bit of strictness about our routine - what is expected of us in terms of behaviour, and also in terms of dress. This is as much at school as at home. We are not allowed anything but shorts to wear - formal grey for school and special occasions, with knee length socks and black shoes, along with blue shirt and tie. Other times we have more normal shorts to wear, along with t shirt and stuff. Bed times are early, although after washing and changing for bed, we were allowed back downstairs to watch maybe half an hour of television - our only ration of the day. We are never allowed underpants, and also, getting ready for bed means putting on a pyjama top (t shirt type) and nothing else even when we come back downstairs to watch our ration of TV. It is only when I went to stay over at a friends for the first time I realised how strange this was. When I asked daddy why Scott and I couldn't wear PJ bottoms, he simply said that little boys should be simply dressed at all times, and that these things are earned as one gets older and more responsible.

Punishment is swift and painful. At school too for that matter. Neither Scott nor me are strangers to bare bottom spanking, or the cane at school. The cane was always given over shorts.

Anyway when I turned 10 this seemed to be a sign that I was growing up in my dad's eyes, and over the past two years I have 'won' many privileges. First, on my 10th birthday I was allowed PJ bottoms for bedtime, then I was allowed to go to bed later than Scott, I was allowed underwear at school and the few times I was punished by daddy it has been in my room. Each of these privileges had been awarded with much formality by my dad, as a sign he says that I am growing up and can be trusted. Apart from the punishment 'privilege' which was obviously bitter sweet - also I had graduated to the slipper. However, it did save the real embarrassment of being spanked naked in front of Scott. Most recently, maybe 2 months ago, I was allowed long trousers for the fist time for school. This was a relief, because even at our strict school, most of my class were allowed long trousers over a year ago. Still I wasn't the last lad out of shorts. Best of all I was allowed my own room at last! (we had two spare rooms, one of which was not used so much any more).

Although this all made me feel very grown up, it had put something between me and my brother. We still got long, but these things had made Scott quite jealous. That first night on my Birthday when we got ready for bed and I put on my new PJ bottoms, and he had to go downstairs still bare bottom, he started to complain about how unfair it was. Daddy's response that 'Josh is becoming more grown up - you are still a little boy" didn't help matters. So as each new privilege seemed to add to the problem. He was getting more brat like which meant I was spending less time with him, and scorning his games and stuff, and was happy to make jokes whenever he was sent to bed, or spanked.

Only recently Scottie was in trouble for breaking a window and was spanked in front of me and two of my friends in our living room, and spend an hour in the corner, naked and red assed, listening to me tell my mates what a brat he was.

So we were fighting more, which my dad didn't like. Only a couple of weeks ago we got into a fight which I thought wed get a spanking for. In the end dad just said to rise above Scott's behaviour like the older brother I was supposed to be - or "Did I want to be put back in short trousers?" which of course I didn't!

Anyway the reason I'm telling you this is to tell you about the last 2 weeks happenings - all this background I hope helps you understand how we live. 2 weeks ago on Saturday, my parents announced they were going into Manchester on Sunday for the afternoon and would be back late. I was to make sure we had tea before they got home and that we were both ready for bed when they got back - though could stay up until they did. Next door knew we were being left and were keeping an eye on things, but I was told to keep an eye on Scott. Daddy was very firm that he was trusting me for the 1st time, so not to let him down!

I didn't see much of the little squirt that afternoon, as he was with his own friends further down the street. But when he came back we had the tea that mum had laid out; he was a bit hyper, which was getting on my nerves. When we started to clear up he was still jumping around all fidgety

"Pack it in and grow up - just help me finish this" I snapped Well, just as he was carrying the 2 plates across the kitchen (he was doing aeroplane routines with each of them), he lost grip and they slipped out of his hands and smashed on the floor!

"You Stupid idiot" I hollered "How can we be trusted if we cant even do this right!" I really couldn't believe it. Scott though was shocked at what he had done, and was quite panicked.

"Aww no, it was an accident though Josh!" he whined attempting to put the pieces together.

"Its ruined - and its your fault for messing around. Wait till I tell dad! After the window its bound to be a grounding!" I was actually more worried about what dad would say to me - I was desperate to impress him over my maturity.

"Cant we jut not say anything - we got loads of these plates?" pleaded Scott

"No way - you've been acting like a brat for ages - you need to be punished" I replied, a little more harshly than was probably deserved

"Please Josh, it was an accident" he whined "Dad's likely to ground me for ages - in the summer too. Its not fair"

"You know the rules, you mess up and you get punished. If I broke it I would expect a spanking at the very least- so I'm telling!"

"Its not the spanking though - if that's all it was it would be OK - I dont want to spend the next month in my room! Please?!" he whinged. We this got me thinking - maybe I could spank him!! We could hide the broken plates - the little git was right; we had loads. No one would know, and dad would assume that his trust had not be misled.

"So you agree you need punishing then?" I reasoned, quietly hoping that he would fall into my trap.

"Umm, .....I guess" he slowly concluded

"Ok - well what you say if I spanked you?" I casually mentioned looking away.

"YOU! No way! I'd rather die! There's no way I'm going to let you spank me!"

"Well - it would save you the grounding"

"Nope - no way - I'll take my chances" he resolved

"Ok well hope you enjoy the rest of the month stuck in your room. Your mates will have a right laugh" I said with a shrug. "Let me know if you change your mind" hoping he would thinking I was running out of chances here. If anything I could see the look of doubt cross his little face.

I handed him the dustpan so he could clean up the mess while I washed up. I chanted all time in a really childish way "Scotties getting grounded" just to hammer home the point. I finished the washing up, and as Scott emptied the broken pieces into the bin, he slowly asked

"So if you spanked me you wouldn't say anything to daddy?"

"Yup that right" I answered

"Would you spank hard?" he asked quietly.

I sniggered to myself - he was going for it "That's for you to find out. If we do this, then that's up to me - no welshing half way through either. Its over when I say it is - just like if daddy was doing it."

With that, Scott went into the living room. I heard the TV click on. I was really hoping this would work out. We didn't have much time, we should both get ready for bed soon anyway, otherwise there was something else I'd get into trouble for.

I waited about 15 minutes, and resignedly went to get Scott to go and get ready for bed. "Come on then, we best get ready for bed for when Mum and dad get home. Turn that off." Scott slowly got up and turned off the TV.

"Um, Josh" he said quietly. "I been thinking, um, you are right, I dont want a grounding." He started.

"Really? So what's it to be then!?" I asked, stifling the need to sneer

"Um well," he continued, hopping from one foot to the other not meeting my eye "I think maybe you could, um, you know, spank me after all."

YES! I yelled (to myself of course) - stifling my enthusiasm, I clarified "And how hard and long is entirety up to me right?"

"err..yes, I guess. And Mum and Dad will never find out?"

"Nope - that's the deal - I'll never say a word"

"OK then....lets get it over with" he sighed. I should say here that there are rarely histrionics about spankings in our house. They happen so often, we are used to it. Both of us usually cry during it, but we both know that there isn't much point of making a fuss - it usually just earns more.

"Fine - you know the routine!" as I watched Scott lowly remove his shoes, followed by shirt and socks. He turned away a little shyly before unclipping his shorts and letting them fall to the ground. I dont know why - I have seen him bare every night for the past 9 years. He picked them up , and folded them neatly with all his other things. He faced me ready for his spanking. I could not believe it had been so easy. I was about to spank my first bottom.

I spread my legs lightly as I had seen dad do so often and pulled Scott slowly over them. I positioned him as I imagine I had been positioned. Of course I was wearing shorts too (I only had longs for School) so I could feel his little dick against my own skin.

I started to swing - and the first smack I knew hadn't really registered. Not enough wrist! So I tried again. I guess it took my quite a few swots before I got the hang of it, bringing my hand down with progressively more force. It was not until maybe the 15th that Scott first yelped as my palm hit one of his cheeks. I knew I was getting it right. Scot had been quiet up to that point, and certainly didn't try to mock my attempts! Anyway, I was in rhythm now and I made sure I missed nothing, choosing a circular motion I knew my daddy favoured, to ensure every area of his bottom was well spanked. I could tell when his legs were kicking, his grip on my ankle was harder an I could hear sobbing that I could let him up. After a few more spanks I let him up, and he went to the corner with his hands on his head.

"Well done Scott" I said kindly "that's an end of it - they'll never know. "

"good" he snivelled.

"In fact - forget that, lets just go and get ready for bed - and you can clean yourself up." I said, and with that he picked up his stuff, and we went upstairs, him leading the way.

"that sure hurt Josh" mumbled Scott, as we walked upstairs

"it was supposed to" I answered observing his red bottom " your bum certainly looks nicely warmed" I giggled.

With that we got ready for bed. I could hear him in the bathroom, when he had finished I followed him in. I put on my PJs, and padded downstairs. While Scott was in better shape, there was no mistaking the fact he was a freshly spanked little boy.

"Um, Scott I reckon you best go to bed right now - we dont want mum and dad seeing you like this - right?"

"Um why not ? I dont want to go to bed - and you cant make me!"

Yikes - the last thing I needed was my parents to find out I had spanked him. They would throw a complete fit. "They know I've punished you, they find out about the plates - so you'll still get a grounding" I tried to spell out!

"Yup - but you'll be in huge trouble too" grinned Scott "your bound to get slippered - who knows, maybe privileges will be withdrawn!"

Blimey - he was smart, but I hadn't counted on such deviousness. I was about to start to reason some more when I caught a twinkle in his eyes. "Relax big brother, ill run upstairs as soon as we hear the car pull in. But on one condition!"

"Um what?" I asked slowly fearing the worse

"I want you to sit down here tonight like me - like you used to. I'm fed up with being treated like the little kid. So take off those!" he said pulling at the fabric of the PJ bottoms.

"No way - I'm not sitting down here like a baby!" I stammered , before I could stop myself- although I had been naked around my brother many times in my life, it hadn't been for a long time. The idea of him seeing my dick was not good!

"OK! Maybe I will stay down then!" he teased..... "Go on it will be fun!" he pleaded

I weighed up my options. I jut had to keep him on side if this was going to work out. "OK, I guess its aright!" I sighed, and with that pulled them off. It was now just like 2 years ago, me and my brother bare from the middle down waiting for bed. I slumped down beside him on the sofa, feeling the fabric against my bottom for the first time in ages. Our bare thighs brushed together.

"Hey your willie has gotten bigger" he giggled touching it. I should say at this point that when we shared rooms we were always getting up to no good - and would happily do this. I was about to push him away - and thought better of it

"Well yours too mate" I grinned, pulling at his "Its just I see it more often!" with that I let him pull me onto the ground in a wrestle. I gave little resistance, so it wasn't long till he had my arm twisted around my neck, him stilling on my back - well on my ass really. "Ahhhhh - submit!" I cried

"Ha! I'm the strongest! See this is fun isn't it!"

I had to agree - it was nice to share a moment with my little brother - there hadn't been many in the last couple of years. Maybe things would get better between us - I loved the little bugger after all.

At that moment we heard the Car.

"Right they're back, I'm off!" said Scott, pulling me towards him for a good night hug, by the bottom actually! He then ran upstairs, and left me to get m PJ bottoms back on.

When my parents got in, they wanted to know why Scott had gone to bed.

"Because it was getting late and I said he should not wait any longer, mummy!" I answered angelically.

"Good boy, you are getting the man of the house aren't you!" smiled my dad.

I blushed "Yes daddy!" I answered

"my son growing up! Any other problems?" asked mum

"No mummy everything was fine. I washed up too!"

"good boy - fine then "she replied, kissing me "off to bed then young man"

With that I trotted off to bed, relived that it had worked out so well.


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