I had been raised as an only child up until I was sixteen. That's when my dad married my step-mom. She had a 12-year-old boy, David, my step-brother. I wasn't used to having a brother, and he was definately a brat. Whenever he did something wrong he always tried blaming me. Luckily it never worked. My step-mom would soon find out that he was the true culprit, and then he would really get it good. She would pull down his pants and underwear, lie him over her knees, and then spank his bare butt until the entire neighborhood could hear his cries. He had a real high scream, and I had never heard anyone who could scream as loud as he could. During these spankings he would scream at the top of his lungs, hoping to be let off easy, but she never stopped until he was thoroughly spanked and very sore.
One evening about a month after my step-mom and David moved in with my dad and I, my step-mom got a call from her job saying that there was an emergency and she was needed immediately. My dad worked late and wouldn't be home for another two hours.
"Ryan, I need to go to work for awhile," she told me. "You will have to watch David until your father or I get back."
A sinister smile appeared across David's face, and I knew he was going to give me a hard time. "You be good for Ryan because if I hear otherwise you'll get your little behind blistered," she warned him.
The second she left David became a complete terror. First, he made a complete mess in the kitchen while getting some ice cream. There was ice cream all over the counter, and he refused to clean it up. Then he intentionally hung up the phone while I was talking to a friend. That last straw came when for no reason he picked up a pillow and threw it at me. He missed me and knocked over a lamp, which lucky for his little butt it did not break.
"That's it!" I yelled. "You're only acting like this because mom and dad aren't here, and since mom left me in charge I'm gonna spank your butt." I got up and grabbed his arm.
"Get off me!" he yelled. "I'm gonna tell mom!"
"Go ahead and tell her. I'll tell her you've been bad and she'll really give it to you," I told him. I unbuttoned his jeans and yanked them down as he struggled and begged me to let him go. I then grabbed the front waistband of his underwear and yanked them down to his knees. My hand brushed over his hairless, little _c_o_c_k_.
"Stop it! Let me go!" he struggled.
I didn't say anything. I just pulled him across my knees and had his bare butt sticking up at me. I held my arm over his back and began to swat his naked bottom with my hand.
"Ooowwwww!" he cried. He immediately began kicking and squirming.
I held him down and continued to smack his little butt again and again. His little butt turned real red, and he was really kicking and crying. I gave him around thirty good swats and then lifted him off my knees. His little _c_o_c_k_ had gotten hard and was pointing straight out at me. I rubbed my hand over his _d_i_c_k_ and balls before he quickly pulled his pants back up. He then went up to his bedroom.
My dad and step-mom returned home at the same time. The minute they walked through the door David came running down in his night-shirt. "Did everything go okay?" my step-mom asked.
"Ryan spanked me!" David blurted out.
"He did? Why did he spank you?" she replied. "Were you acting up?"
"No," he firmly answered, and then the brat began crying just to get her sympathy.
Dad walked over to David and gently lifted his night-shirt. His little bottom was dark red and covered with two dozen handprints. "You did this him?" dad asked, looking right at me.
"He was acting up," I replied, defending myself. My step-mom was now looking at David's bottom.
"Ryan, your mother and I will do the punishing around here when it is needed. You had no right to do this," my dad said. He then walked over to a chair. "Ryan, come here. I'm going to spank your fanny."
"What?" I loudly said in disbelief.
"What part didn't you understand?" my dad asked. "I am going to spank you on your fanny."
"But dad, I'm sixteen!" I told him.
"And that is too young to go around trying to be a parent," he said. "Now get over here now young man."
He hadn't spanked me in years, and I was totally mortified. I walked over to my dad and he immediately reached for my pants and unbuttoned them. "No dad," I begged. "Not bare-butt!"
"You spanked David bare-butt," he said as he pulled my pants down. "So that's exactly how you're going to get it."
Dad slid his fingers in the sides of my underwear and pulled them down. I was so humiliated. It had been a long time since he had seen my _c_o_c_k_, and both my step-mom and David were standing there also. Dad pulled me across his knees with my _c_o_c_k_ against his thigh. I didn't have much time to think about what was happening because his hand immediately began to shower down upon my bare bottom. I had forgotten just how humiliating and painful a spanking was. He was spanking the lower part of my butt, right across my crack and it stung like crazy. I tried not to cry, but it was no use. He spanked every inch of my naked butt before lifting me from his lap. I was really crying by then. His hand brushed over my _c_o_c_k_ as he pulled my underpants back up.
Dad got up and walked over to David. He lifted David's night-shirt and looked at his bottom. Both buns were still entirely covered with red. He bent David over, placed his hand vertically on his bottom, and then began to spank him between his crack. David immediately began to scream and stomp his feet. His little penis danced around as he struggled.
After dad finished spanking David we were sent to bed. Neither of us slept on our backs that night, and the next morning we still bore the marks of our spankings. I decided it would be awhile before I ever thought of spanking anyone again.