My buddy Bruce and I had gone a little crazy one day. In a moment of heady teen enthusiasm, and little or no thought, we'd seriously spanked his little brother Terry. And like all little geekoids, his brain was higher than his brawn. And brains in the wrong hand can be dangerous, and potentially embarrassing.
Bruce and I came home, jubilant. We were both doing well in school, and the end was but a few weeks in sight. We were fantasizing about long summer days hanging about getting tan, then duding up at night, and chasing girls at the miniature golf course, or the local mall.
We were sitting there, chomping junk food, and pre-bragging about all the conquests we'd be making along with our friends John, and Jay, when Terry appeared.
"Now's the time," he announced joyfully.
We stopped our conversation, and glanced his way.
"What do you want, Terry?" Bruce had a healthy respect for his junior sibling, but some things cross over the line. " We're busy, get lost."
"Oh no. You both promised me you'd make it up to me, and I came up with good idea. I'll meet you both upstairs," he said in a rather imperoius tone.
"You know," I said. "I really love that kid, but there are times when he can really be a pain in the ass." Boy did I call that right. We got up, in that slow languanous way that only a teenager can do. We finally made it to their room, walking in slowly, with a older teenage boy's swagger.
"Ok, we here, now what," Bruce questioned? Terry motioned to the desk they shared. It was completely empty, and pulled about a foot from the wall. " You want help moving the desk?"
"No, the desk is exactly where it needs to be. I just need you guys to lean over it."
"May one ask why," I demanded? This was getting really boring.
"Yeah, I'm going to spank you." Two sets of jaws fell, followed by boyish laughter, high pitched on it's way down an octave as puberty made it's subtle changes.
"Yeah, like we'd let you do that," Bruce said. "I know what we did was wrong, but I'm not letting my little brother whip my ass. Right," He said turning to me for vindication.
"Well, I said," slightly stimulated by the idea running through my mind. "We did promise to do whatever it took to make reparations." Bruce's jaw returned to the place it had previously occupied.
"Are you out of your mind, " Bruce said, trying to keep himself under control. "You seriously want to let my little brother spank us!"
"Paddle you actually," Terry corrected, pulling a 12 inch square paddle from the top drawer of the desk.
"Where'd that come from," Bruce squealed.
"Scouts," Terry replied nonchalantly. "So, shall we get to it. I figure a hundred swats to each of you will be sufficent to make it up to me."
"No way," Bruce spoke. "We didn't give you nearly that many."
"True, but then you weren't asked to keep a secret, were you."
"All right, fine. Let him do it. How hard can the little wimp hit anyway?" Personally, I didn't want to consider the answer, as the little monster slapped his open palm repeatedly with the paddle.
"Ok, let's see some flesh!"
"Absolutely not! We spanked you on your underwear." Terry just gave forth with an indulgent smile that said he knew he was in complete charge here, but that a little arguing was expected.
"Tough _s_h_i_t_. Now get em down!"
Bruce and I exchanged glances, both sighing with the inevitability of the situation. We'd promised, and Bruce like me was a man of his word. Even if we wern't happy about it. We pealed down our shorts, and after Terry cleared his throat, our underwear followed.
"Why don't you just take everything off. You spanked me naked, so why not get spanked naked." We were both thinking I'm sure that a hundred swats each would take some time. We both knew we didn't want to have to explain to another of Bruce's family what was going on if we were discovered. So we quickly removed the remainder of our clothing, and leaned onto the desk. leaving our pale butts sticking up for Terry's sadistic pleasure.
Terry sidled up behind us, enjoying the situation to the fullest. He sat there admiring the way we'd stripped and bent over all to his whim He chuckled to himself, and lightly tapped each of us on the butt. "All right Terry, enough crap. Either do it or we're out of here."
"Ok big brother, if your ass is in such a hurry for pain, then I'll oblige you." And with that, he parted his legs in a balanced stance, and used a perfect tennis backhand style as he slammed the first of many into his older brother's exposed buttocks. The sound of impact was so terrific, I jumped. Even Bruce's yelp, couldn't drown it out. Then the little creep turned to me, and struck an equally well delivered blow to my backside. My cry of pain rivaled my friends. As he took turns blasting away at our bared teen asses, he giggled with demonic glee. Through the combined sounds of wood to flesh, punctuated by the painful cries of young men, I was sure I could hear something further back behind us. When Terry took a moment to replenish his strength, I distinctly heard the sound of whispered laughter. I turned my head, and a cold punch of terror hit me. I nudged Bruce, and directed his attention behind us. He looked back, his mouth agape as he realized there was his sister Donna, along with two of her friends, enjoying the sight of two guys well built asses being punished by their little brother. Bruce made to stand up, quickly turning back before the girls could get a view of his privates.
"That's it, we're out of here." Bruce scanned for our clothing, his eyes falling upon the pile they made, far across the room. His mind was calculating just how much his ego could take versus his embarrassment.
"No I think," began Donna, "it's pay back time for when you ratted me out for staying out late." She walked up to us casually, as if inspecting a new dress she wished to purchase. She playfully patted us both on our slightly reddened butts. "Hmmm. Not bad Vincent." It would have been in bad taste to recognize her own brothers well built butt, despite it's superiority over mine.
"Thank you," I manage to croak out. I would not in my wildest dreams have thought that my first time being naked in front of a girl would be like this.
"Oh yes, it's definitely payback time. And since your little indiscretion cause my friends to get grounded too, I think we'll all be having a little chat with your butt."
"Hey look Donna," I said. "I don't mind if Terry wants to wail on my ass, we owe him. But, I was definitely not part of your problem. Besides, what we did to Terry was unjustified, you did something wrong, and you got busted. Deal with it."
"You know you could be right. Perhaps I'll just ask my Dad about what you two were doing in the bathroom, and see what he thinks about it." Well, there it was. Terry had spilled the beans, and our butts were going to foot the bill on this one. I was pretty sure if this all came out, my parents wouldn't beat my ass, but from the pale complexion on my buds face, his ass could be used to charcoal steaks when his Dad finished with him. Well, I started this whole mess by smacking Bruce's perfect, tight butt, so it was all down to me. With an audible groan that could only mean copitulation, I turned around and leaned back on the desk. Bruce followed suit. I looked behind us, and saw that Terry was handind out leather belts for the girls to use.
The girls just waded in, a flurry of blows landing upon our butts. Terry complained loudly that they were messing up his shots. The belts landed everywhere, and at various angles, the girls not caring for accuracy in there lust for punishing us. By time they exhausted themselves, Bruce and I had a bizarre crisscross of marks covering our backsides, along with our legs, hips, and parts of our back. The girls dropped the implements and let the room chuckling, delighted in the afternoon fun. We both made to stand up.
"Just a minute," piped up Terry. "I've got good news, and bad news. The good news is that in all that, I lost count. The bad news is, that I'm going to give you both twenty five more, just to be satisfied."
At this point, we were to weak with pain to give any argument. We were both now laying fully upon the desk, praying for death, as Terry finished up with thirty to each of us. We were too whipped to even complain about the extra five. The pain was so brutal, my dick was hanging limply in front. Bruce and I, our eyes filled with tears walked to the bathroom, any shred of dignity gone, we didn't care if we were naked to the world. We closed the door, and spread aloe on each others abused fannies. As the gel battled the heat with it's cooling embrace, the gentle rubbing brought our flagging members to life.
We both stood there somewhat embarrassed. Then we both looked into each others eyes and realized there was nothing left for either of us to be bothered about. We then soaped our privates up, and stroked till we released into the sink. Later as we lay on the grass in the back yard, we decided the day wasn't a total loss.