It had been two weeks since 17-year-old Mark had spanked his 14-year-old brother Billy's bare bottom. Billy had gone out of his way to behave and it was driving Mark nuts. He had really enjoyed his first experience spanking Billy's bare butt and was looking forward to the next. But Mark knew he'd better have a good reason to spank his brother, or he was liable to find himself in deep trouble with his parents. Finally, the opportunity presented itself: Mark got a call from Mrs. Mossi down the street that she had seen Billy smoking with Jamie O'Brien. Anxiously, Mark awaited his brother's arrival. Finally, the tow-headed youngster came through the door, unaware of what awaited him.
"So Billy," asked Mark pleasantly, "whatcha been up to?"
"Nothing special -- just hanging out."
"So I understand -- with the O'Brien kid."
Startled, Billy paused, whie his borher went on, "Does O'Brien still smoke?"
"I dunno," stammered Billy nervously.
"Well, apparently he was this morning -- and with a blond kid the same age as you."
"It wasn't me!"
"Tell you what, Bill, how about emptying your pockets."
"Why should I?"
With a grin, Mark quickly grabbed the younger boy, spun him around and pulled from his back pocket -- a pack of cigarettes!
"Well, well." intoned Mark, "a smoker AND a liar."
Without another word, Mark unbuttoned Billy's jeans, and within seconds, had the youngster across his knees. Just as quickly, he slid his fingers under he waistband of the boy's underpants and slipped them down past his knees to join his jeans at the ankles. Finally, he pulled the oversized shirt up under Billy's armpits, leaving the naked buttocks ready for the long-anticipated spanking.
"Please, Mark, I only had one --really!" gasped the frightened boy.
Paying no heed, Mark slowly raised his right hand above the exposed posterior and swiftly brought it down flush across his brother's firm little cheeks.
"Crack -- ow!" Mark noted with satisfaction the pink inprint of his hand on Billy's otherwise snow-white fanny. Falling into a pattern, Mark methodically continued the spanking, moving his hand from cheek to cheek while his brother helplessly kicked his legs and cried loudly. As the spanking continued, and Billy's bottom gradually turned from pink to red, Mark paused occasionally, placing his hands around his younger brother's smooth narrow waist to re-position his chastized behind. As he did so, Mark observed that despite Billy's sobbing, the boy had developed an erection as he lay across Mark's thighs.
"I think you're too big for a hand spanking, Billy." So saying, Mark reached down to the ankles of his whimpering brother and slid Billy's belt out of the loops of his dangling trousers. Doubling the belt in his hand, Mark raised it high and brought it down smartly across Billy's uplifted bare butt.
"CRACK -- OW-W-W"
"You're not supposed to whip me!"
"Watch me, kid." Whereupon Mark again raised the belt and brought it down across the firm adolescent buttocks, leaving a bright red welt across both cheeks. After 3 more whacks, Mark put the belt down and lifted the sobbing naked boy off his lap. "I don't enjoy spanking you Billy," lied Mark, "but you know you deserved a tanning for smoking and lying. Now I want you to go to your room and if I hear so much as a peep, I'll pull down your pants and blister your naughty bare bottom again. Understood?"
"Yes, sir."
As Billy slowly moved to his bedroom, rubbing his still bare and very red cheeks, Mark made up his mind that next time Billy stepped out of line, he would try an old fashioned hairbrush spanking -- he could hardly wait.