If any of you have a perfect older brother I am sure you can understand how this could have happened to me. I was 15 years old and constantly in trouble for something. My 16 years old brother John got staight A's and never did anything wrong. Not that he didn't get caught he always did what was right. So what was my father to think when he got the call from school "Mr. Simms your son was caught cheating on a test today so he will receive an F on the test and be required to stay after school everynight this week and clean blackboards"
Oh no doubt about it it was Eric there was no need to ask for details. So as I casually walked into yhe house wondering why my dad was home at 3: 00 Oclock in the afternoon I was taken back by "Eric get you ass in the den and wait for me" _d_a_m_n_ I had not done anything what could this be about? When my father walked in with a paddle I knew it was bad but I did not know why I was here. "I know what you did so just get those jeans off and get it over with"
"But dad I have not done anything wrong" That bought me three cracks with the paddle followed by orders to get naked. Then he told me he had gotten a call from school about my behavior and I was going to get it good. He said I had cheated on a test and I was being punished for it. I insisted I had not done anything and it must have been John or the teacher lied. By this time I was naked in front of my dad but still pleading my case. I was then told that it would be in my best interest to just shut up because this was going to be bad and was getting worse by the minute. I was getting four whippings one each for cheating, blaming my brother, leaving school before detention and for saying teachers lie.
It was hopeless I had done nothing wrong and I was over my dad's knee getting my ass whipped with a paddle. I was so pissed off at this miscarriage of justice that the 1st 15 stokes with the paddle didnt seem real I dont think they hurt at all even though my ass was glowing red and I am sure the cracks of the paddle could be heard by my friends throughout the neighborhood.
But when I ge=raduated to the belting I was to get next my ass was on fire and I was begging my dad to listen to me The more I would beg and plead the harder the strapping was becomming so I shut up and after about 30 strokes with the belt dad let me up for a minute. I ask if I could talk to him for a minute and he said if it was not about my punishment to go ahead. Well it was so I said nothing and was soon bent over the arm of the sofa and getting that _d_a_m_n_ paddle worn out on what was left of my ass. I was kicking and screaming and crying all to no avail as dad just kept pounding my ass. He was an expert with the paddle and it was making a loud crack as it contacted my flesh but it was also left there just for a second and when he pulled it off of my ass it also make a suction cup sucking sound as my ass stuck to the paddle and tried to follow it as it was pulled away.
I now had been whipped 3 times for nothing and my dad was holding the belt in his hand. I was thinking of making a dash for the door because I didnt know if I could stand any more pain. Doing this would get me a more severe whipping later but it would be later. Before I made a decision dad had me by the back of the neck and I was bent over the sofa again. I was sobbing and actually screaming at the top of my lungs for dad to stop but he was yelling that I would think twice before cheating at school again if he had to skin my ass to convince me. Finally I just layed there and cried as he kept whipping me with his belt. A slam with about a 30 second lecture followed by slam after slam and lecture after lecture. I could not stand it any more so I gathered what strength I had left and rolled off the sofa and onto the floor. Luckily yhe belt did not follow
My ass was hurting so bad I could not think the skin was actually cut in a couple places and it was so red and striped you could not tell where one started and the other ended. I wanted to talk to my father but I was so angry and in so much pain I could not speak just sob and sniff. Dad hugged me and held me for a couple minutes and said he did not enjoy punishing me but I had to learn to behave and to tell the truth at all times. At the risk of my life and another ass whipping I ask dad if we could just talk. He told me to take a shower to cool off and come see him.
As I started my story I could see a disgusted look on his face and Could tell he did not believe me but he promised to listen so he did. I guess I was not very convincing in my story and dad had not even noticed that John was not at home when he was whipping my poor ass. It had been over and hour and a half since he had first ordered me into his den. Just when I was getting to the part about it could have been John my brother coame walking in the back door. Suddenly the expression on my dads face changed and he had a wonderment look questioning why John (Mr Perfect ) was 1 1/2 hour late getting home from school. But it didnt last long and I was the center of his attention again. " John come in here I need to talk to you" dad yelled to John.
"I had to whip your brothers ass today for several reasons and he wants to tell you he is sorry for lying about you getting in trouble at school" My God I think the earth shook and the sky darkened when John only looked at the floor and said "I did it"
"Why would you cheat on a test you get all A's" dad ask. Come to find out he didnt cheat for himself he cheated by letting a friend copy off of his paper. Wow what a day I had four brothers and I was the only one that was going to witness this eventfull day. My mother home schooled my 3 younger brothers and they had gone to grandma's for a week so just the 3 of us were home. John was 16 years old and I dont think had ever been spanked. Certainly not since he was three or four and maybe got a swat for backtalk or something such as that. Although he had witnessed many many spankings of me and my brothers.
When dad told John he had several severe spankings comming to him he started to get watery eyes and this sick look on his face and just said "Not me dad" But oh yes it was finally John's turn.
Dad took me out of the room and ask me if I wanted to spank my brother since it was his fault that I had gotten spanked in the 1st place. At first I said no but when he said he would make it look like I had no choice in the matter if I wanted to I said sure. We went back into the room and John was standing there stripped naked and 1/2 way erect Oh his was just way too cool soon his ass would be as red as his face. Dad told him that every other spanking would be delivered by me and that I had tried ttalk him out of it but I had no choice but to whip him and to whip him hard. He said if I did it easy I would get whipped again and John would get 2 more so for him not to blame me.
Dad went first and completly turned his ass red with the paddle the ordered my to give him 20 strokes with the belt. I must admitt it was not as much fun as I thought it would be when he started crying and asking for mercy. But dad said to finish the job or he was going to follow through with his threat to give the extra punishment so I continued to beat his ass and not listen to his pleas.
Without a break dad started on his ass again with the paddle and John was just about out of control so he had me hold his head down while he worked his majic on his ass. I had forgotted how much my ass had been hurting ass I was kind of getting turned on seeing my brother get his whipping. When it was my turn to spank my feelings of revenge were replaced by an eraction with a need to jack off. The second belting delivered by me was to be 30 strokes and I was to take my time between swings. It took probably 10 minutes to deliver the whole 30 strokes and I tell you it was pure _s_e_x_ for me. I was loving every minute of his misery.
The next four nights when John got home from school after his staying over and cleaning the boards John got his ass whipped with a belt and I was invited to watch. Needless to say I got erect and soon jacked off after my dad finished with him. And Friday night I was given a fifty dollar bill and a note from my dad excusing me from 2 whippings from him to be used at anytime I had a whipping comming. He said I didnt get excused from 4 whippings because of my attitude during my spanking and because I said the teachers at school might have been lying. The coupons and the $50 sure didnt last long but those memories of spanking John and watching dad spank him plus the awsome feeling of stroking to his misery lasted me a long long time.