Shawn Robinson sat in the upstairs den, his math homework spread out in front of him on the footstool, his textbooks open on the couch beside him. He had come home from school and decided to get right to work on his math, so he could get it out of the way.
But he was finding it hard to concentrate. He knew his twin brother Scott had been caught smoking at school today, and he was pretty sure that Scott was going to be punished at home for that offence. And, though their dad was fair, he was also strict, and Shawn was pretty sure that Scott was going to be spanked. So the math problems posed in the assignment spread out before him were receding into the background of his mind, as he returned again and again to the imminent fate of his brother.
Just then, he saw Scott walk dejectedly into the bedroom the two boys shared, across the hall from the den. Five minutes passed, and Dad walked into their bedroom, where Scott now was...and Dad was holding the strap. Shawn looked up from his books, and saw, as the door to the bedroom opened, his brother sitting on the bed clad only in his white underpants and white gym socks, looking up at their dad.
The next half hour, though he was sure was hard on Scott, was a strange one for Shawn. He heard his dad tell his Scott to take off his underpants, and he heard a prolonged and severe hand-spanking. Shawn was becoming, against his will, _s_e_x_ually aroused at the thought of his brother getting spanked across the hall, and after ten minutes of the spanking session, and another five minutes of hearing only his Dad's voice ( a time in which he was sure Scott was being lectured), he began to hear the second part of the spanking routine...the heavy punishment strap connecting with his brother's bare bottom.
Shawn's penis was now straining against his own underpants, through his jeans, and he began to finger it gently, as he imagined his brother's red bottom, flinching under the repeated strokes of the black strap their dad used for corporal punishment of the boys.
Finally, the door to the bedroom across the hall opened, and Shawn looked up to see their dad leaving the room, strap in hand, and he caught a glimpse of Scott standing, naked, crying, before the door closed, and Dad walked downstairs. Shawn put away his math books... not much homework was going to get done that evening...and went downstairs to watch some tv, and to try to get his mind off his incredible arousal.
He walked into the living room, where Dad was sitting on the couch, and began mindlessly to watch the program.
Finally, it was bedtime. Shawn stood up and kissed his Dad goodnight. "Shawn," said Mr. Robinson. "I'm sure you know that Scott has had a severe spanking tonight. If you see his bottom is sore and red, don't comment on it...it might be best to say nothing. Okay, son?"
"Yes, Dad," he answered, feeling a strain in his crotch again. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight, son," smiled Mr. Robinson. Shawn went up the stairs to the bedroom he shared with his twin.
After going to the bathroom, he entered the bedroom, and took off his clothes, ready to get into his bed. Scott was lying on his side in his own bed, on top of the covers, and Shawn could see that his brother's bottom was a deep red color. He stole a glimpse at his twin's penis, and saw that it was very erect, and that his brother still had tears in his eyes.
"Hey, Scott," he said softly. "You really got spanked tonight, huh?"
For answer, Scott nodded at his twin. "Shawn," he sniffed, "I can't leave the room, because Dad said I couldn't put any clothes on tonight. Could you get some sunburn cream to take away some of the sting on my ass?"
Shawn went to the bathroom, and came back with a tube of lotion. "Roll over, Scott," he said gently. With his brother lying on his stomach, Shawn began to gently massage the cooling lotion into the hot red bottom. Some of the redness was in the crack, where Dad had applied the strap, and Shawn made sure that he rubbed in there as well. Presently, his fingers began to probe his brother's hole.
Scott moaned, and, as Shawn removed his finger, he turned over on his back and raised his legs so that his bottom was off the mattress, and showed his penis, which was hard as a rock, and pointed at his stomach. "Please," he moaned again. "Don't stop." As Shawn brushed his brother's crack with his fingers, Scott took hold of his erection, and began to masturbate. Some of the cream went onto his penis, and he used it for lubrication, as he pumped his _c_o_c_k_, finally shooting his load.
Shawn took off his clothes, and crawled into his brother's bed, and held him.