When I was growing up, I was the second of three sons. The oldest son was about 2 years old than I; I was two about two years older than the youngest son. Our father was very busy and often was gone for long periods on business. Because of this, and because of traditional cultural practices, it fell to the eldest son to supervise, and discipline, the two younger boys. Our oldest brother took his responsibility very seriously and if we strayed from the path he laid down, he did not hesitate to spank either one of us. When he had to do this, he would take the offending boy into the bedroom and spank him with his belt. As we grew a little older, we were required to take down our jeans for the spanking and it would be delivered on our undershorts. Because we were pretty young, the spankings were not too severe, usually maybe ten strokes with his belt, but it sure hurt us and made us shout and jump.
Once my younger brother and I wanted to go do something that required money. I was about fourteen and the youngest brother was about twelve and so our sources of money were limited and right now we had none. But we remembered that our older brother had a coin collection of which he was particularly proud. Together, we went into his room and took the coin collection out of his desk. We put it on his desk and studied the silver dollars that he had carefully placed in little windows on special pages. While I can't remember who said what, we encouraged each other to take two coins each so that we could go do our things. We took the coins and went and had fun. Like all kids, we didn't consider the consequences if we got caught.
We had both actually forgotten about taking the coins until a week or so later, our oldest brother apparently decided to check something in his coin collection. Whatever made him look, he quickly discovered that four coins were missing and he came into our bedroom with the coin book in hand. Normally, when he punished us for something he was quiet calm. Now, his face was red and he was very, very angry.
"Did either of you take these coins?" he asked.
My younger brother and I looked each other with alarm. I thought to myself that if we lied and were caught, it would be worse. That might even cause our brother to tell our father, whose anger we all feared more than anything. I am not sure what my younger brother was thinking, perhaps his brain was paralyzed because he didn't say anything either.
"well, what do you have to say?" he could tell from our response that we had taken his coins.
"Did both of you take them?" He was getting angrier. We both simply nodded our heads.
"I'll be right back, stay here." With that, he left our bedroom for a minute. We looked and each other and wondered what he was going to do. He quickly returned and in place of his coin book he had one of his belts, doubled up and hanging by his side. It was one of his heavier belts, made of brown leather, somewhat worn, and pretty wide.
"All right, both of you get up and take your pants off!" At this point, we began to plead a little, hoping that he would relent. Why we thought this I do not know since our older brother had never relented once he made his decision to spank. His mind was closed just like it was now.
"take your pants off....now" Together, we stood and took our jeans off, laying the jeans on the floor and standing there in just our briefs. He pointed to me.
"you first, turn around and bend over!" I turned around and bent over, putting my hands on my knees. This was the formal position for a spanking from our older brother. He came and moved into position. Between my legs, I could see him standing beside me, I could see the belt hanging there, and hear its buckle tinkle and he moved up.
"This is going to be a very hard spanking and you both know why!" With that, he gave me the first stroke with the belt. SMACK! It made a really loud crack and then he started in giving me the spanking. One hard SMACK after another. He was hitting harder than he normally hit and after only a few strokes, I was crying. But I knew better than to get up because that would only cause additional strokes. The strokes continued SMACK SMACK SMACK. He had a certain rhythm that I can remember even now with the SMACK followed by a short pause, than another SMACK.. Finally, after fifteen strokes with his heavy belt, he told me I could stand up. I stood up and became a spectator, rubbing my butt through my briefs and crying.
He pointed to the youngest brother and told him it was his turn. He was already starting to cry because he had seen the belt landing on my butt and could see how hard it was landing. He turned around and bent over and then older brother started spanking him, landing the belt right in the center of the butt. He was a good shot, at least, and didn't spank on the back of the legs or the small of the back, all the strokes landed within his perfect strike zone, on my little brothers brief covered cheeks. I could see the younger brothers cheeks clenching and unclenching in an attempt to lessen the pain. I don't think it worked. Finally, after twelve strokes (I guess since he was younger) he little the younger brother stand up. Then he told us to stay in our rooms the rest of the day, took his belt, and left.
Both of us got other spankings from our older brother after that but none were as memorable and we never got spanked together again. The only time a spanking took place after that when we were both there was once when the younger brother