This is a true story. I actually have four step-sons and a step-daughter. All are grown now, however, this is but one tale.
It was a hot summer day and we had just returned home from the supermarket. The bags of groceries had been put away and I had made a trip to the bathroom. When I had returned to the kitchen, I noticed that rwo of my boys had gone outside which was nothing unusual except for the fact that as I glanced out the sliding door toward the back yard, I saw the two of them throwing a white powdery substance at each other.
A quick investigation proved that a large bag of flour we had just bought was missing. The empty bag lay on the grass near Peter (14) and Bobby (12). I slid open the door and ordered both of my sons into the house immediately. The looks on their faces quickly changed from happy ones to very somber ones. They had been caught red, or rather, white handed.
"Just what do you think you're doing," I demanded.
Money was in short supply and we had to make all the food count.
Neither of my boys spoke a word. They just stood there looking down at the floor and shuffling their feet.
"Back to the bedroom and get ready for a spanking," I said.
Peter and Bobby went straight back to my bedroom and waited for me. I let them think about what they had done for about thirty minutes before going back there.
"Since you did this together, you will be punished together," I said.
"But, dad," Peter started to protest.
"The only butts in this case will be your red ones. Now take it all off, now", I ordered.
The boys looked at each other. They were only wearing their pants and underwear as they had already abandoned their shirts and shoes the instant we had returned home.
"One...two," I started counting.
The boys looked at each other and immediately started getting their pants off. They knew if I got to five, the punishment would be doubled. Also by counting, they could not argue and knew what the consequences would be.
Quickly both were wearing only their briefs.
Peter started to beg again. "Dad, not with Bobby here. Please."
"Four....," I counted.
Both boys peeled out of their underwear and stood there covering their _d_i_c_k_s with their hands.
"One of you stand on each side of the bed," I said.
They took their places as I got the paddle out of the closet.
"You are each going to get ten, in sets of five," I said. I turned to Bobby. "Bend over the bed and keep your knees straight."
Bobby bent over facing toward his older brother's crotch.
I looked at Peter. "Hands behind your head," I said.
Panic flashed across his face just before he blushed a deep red that spread all the way down into his chest.
"Don't make me count," I said.
Peter slowly raised his hands exposing everything he had been hiding for his little brother to see. Bobby stared at Peter's crotch.
Peter had finally finished growing his full pubic hair and was proud of that but also very embarassed to have to stand there in front of Bobby.
I stood just to Bobbys left and swung the paddle, connecting hard enouch to sting but not do real damage. "One," I said.
"Two," I counted as the paddle connected the second time making a loud smacking pop.
I continued until I had given Bobby five sound swats. "Stand up and hands behind your head," I told him.
I walked around the bed to where Peter was standing. "Over you go." I said.
He was actually relieved in that he was at least not as exposed to his little brother's stare.
"You are older and should have known better," I said as I prepared to deliver the first swat. "You count."
I swung the paddle harder than I had done with Bobby.
"One," Peter gasped.
I continued until the fifth swat had been given, then ordered him to stand and put his hands behind his head. He hesitated. "Don't make me repeat myself or more swats will be added," I said.
Slowly Peter stood part of the way up, still bending a little at the waist.
"All the way up," I ordered.
I glanced at Bobby and saw that his eyes were transfixed on Peter's crotch. I glanced down and realized why. Peter had a solid erection and I must say that at fourteen it was impressive. At least eight inches (When he was 18 we measured and he had just over 10 1/2 inches! True!).
I crossed to the other side of the bed and finished Bobby's remaining five swats with the paddle and had him stand and watch while I finished with Peter. Peter's erection never subsided.
"Thirty minutes in the corner, hands behind your heads, then come to the liviing room, just like you are, and apologize," I said.
After saying they were sorry, I had them turn around to look and make sure there was no real damage to their bright red butts, then I let them put their briefs and pants back on and had them clean up the yard as best they could. The rest of the afternoon and evening they were restricted to their shared room and as I passed, I heard Bobby kidding Peter about his erection.
Needless to say, they were on good behavior the next few weeks. It was my oldest step-son who stepped out of line next. He was 16 at the time.