I had never been spanked before my Mom married David's father.
They met at a medical forum, dated long distance, then ten months later I was reluctantly walking my Mom down the aisle. There she stood, an Asian-American woman in a red silk cheongsam with bright yellow miniature orchids woven into her waist length hair. She was gorgeous and a respected cardiologist on the west coast, too good for the guy that towered over her.
That was the first time I met David, someday to be the second physician in our new family. He didn't like his father marrying my Mom any more than I wanted her marrying his Dad. I already had a tall blonde one stationed in San Diego and I was more than upset at being taken away from my family right across country to become Harry's new step-son.
After a difficult first month together, our parents took a two week delayed honeymoon that would let David and I [me] 'bond' as brothers. They had no illusions about Sarah, his sister. I loathed her. My only friend was A. J., the diabetic kid next door whose Dad was Harry's best friend and whose 'Mom' was a guy. It didn't seem strange to a boy from a large blended Chinese family living near San Francisco.
Harry, who insisted that I call him 'Dad', could be a jerk; however, his son David, was a true pain in the ass. Man, did he enjoy lording it over me. His words were law and he was my personal policeman. It took four days to wear out his patience with me. I did try to behave and do everything I was supposed to. Piano practice was done on time, my room was kept neat, I had a mean hand in the kitchen and I even did dishes. The only thing that he could possibly be unhappy with was my attitude. I did tend to get a little cheeky at times, but I always did it with a sense of humor. O. K., my sense of humor.
We got along with each other until that night his friends dropped by. He actually let me have a couple of beers with them, showing everyone what a good sport he could be with his new little brother. I got a total buzz on. My experience with alcohol was limited. David tossed me a small pillow from the sofa and said, "Time you went to bed, kid."
I caught the pillow and rubbed it over my crotch, then my butt, all the while making kissing noises into the air. I'm sure at the time it seemed funny to me. However, his friends were outraged and demanded to know what he was going to do about this obvious disrespect. But he was cool and just repeated that I should get to bed. He was so calm and nice about it that I flipped him the bird with a wicked grin and wobbled up the stairs thinking that maybe I had misjudged him by thinking he was just a talking toad like his old man.
Sixteen years ago, I didn't have a clue that when he was totally pissed off, he got real quiet and real polite.
The next morning I woke with searing pain from ear to ear. Oh god, up close and personal with a hangover. When I finally willed my eyes to open, there stood David, thankfully blocking most of the sunlight flooding into the room.
"Feeling rocky?" he whispered.
I didn't dare nod 'yes' and I was sure that the sound of my own voice would somehow do me damage. So I just lifted a hand hoping that was explanation enough. Seeing I wasn't dead, I wished that he'd leave. Instead, he grabbed the hand and pulled me to my feet.
He shouted...a lot. I can't quite remember what. It came in waves, "BLATENT DISRESPECT", "_c_o_c_k_Y SMART-ass", "TREATED AS AN EQUAL!" I stood dumbly, praying for him to run out of breath. Puking was a possibility, but I KNEW I really had to pee.
Giving him a weak shove, I pushed past him to the bathroom. Oh hell, just the movement broke me out into a cold sweat and sure enough, I had to drop head first into the toilet. How many ways can you spell misery? I had only started to learn.
David wiped my mouth, flushed the john and carried me back to my bed. I was looking forward to the cool sheets, but what I got was my jockeys pulled down to my knees and stretched across his timber-like thighs.
"Don't think because you're hungover you're going to escape punishment for last night." he murmured in that same soft whisper. "You were a bad boy, DIS-RE-SPECT-FUL to your big brother. You will never embarrass me in front of my friends again. Got it?"
His voice only rose briefly to emphasize his point. I nodded as much as I could vaguely aware that my naked rear was about to be smacked. Asians rarely struck their children, especially an eight year old boy. David must have read my mind because his hard palm came crashing down onto my bare bottom again and again, fast, furious and loud. I was reminded that I was now part of his family!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The noise was amazing. My head hurt, my fanny hurt and even my little _d_i_c_k_ hurt as it rubbed up against his leg. What was he wearing, a hair shirt?? _s_h_i_t_, light wool, very expensive trousers! He had the important interview for a summer job that morning, the one his friends had come to wish him luck on.
The more he smacked my upturned bottom the harder I pleaded. "David, PLEASE STOP!" I begged frantically. "I have to-"
"Shut up! I don't care if you're going to puke. You're not getting out of this." he hissed at me.
With that, he pulled the belt out of my crumpled jeans lying on the floor and slapped it across my sore behind. I was really crying then, totally into the humiliation of being spanked by my new big brother. I wished that I could concentrate on a fantasy of killing him, but the belt kept me firmly rooted in reality. The belt and my aching little _d_i_c_k_ that kept rubbing against David's thigh. I knew I wasn't huge, but surely he must have felt it.
"David, PLEASE!" I sobbed. "You're making me-"
"_d_a_m_n_ right, I'm making you cry, you little _s_h_i_t_. Don't you EVER think that you can get away with that kind of crap with me." His voice was so low I could hardly hear him over my bawling.
He soon tired of the belt and returned to using his hand. I suppose my cheeks were too close for him to get a real swing with the belt, thank god. I put all my concentration on the creeping nausea in my belly so I didn't pee on his dress pants.
Boy, I was soooo close. Pretty find control for a little kid with a blistered rump and churning hangover.
That is until David congratulated me on taking my first spanking from him by spitting on my exposed anus and rubbing his thumb in a circular motion over and over the silky skin.
OOPS!
The next time I got spanked by David was after he changed.