© 1999 Max Tory
I've got to write this down as quickly as possible, before I forget one single detail. I'm still trembling and can hardle keep my fingers on the keyboard.
It started last Saturday. My younger brother Jeff had been really annoying me for the past week. Far longer than that really, now that I think about it. Most recently he had been wearing some of my clothes without asking and the last straw came when I went to the closet for my best new white shirt. It had no collar, just the little band that usually is below the collar. I planned to wear it for an important date that night because it looked really good on me now that I was so deeply tanned. I was going to wear it with my real faded 501 Levis and my big black work boots. I had finally gotten a date with Carol and I remembered her saying that she was real turned on by guys with a deep tan. So.....I had been working on mine since May with her in mind. Nothing sets off a good tan like the contrast of stark white.
Anyhow when I opened my closet almost the first thing I saw was MY new shirt crumpled and hanging half out of the laundry basket. I snatched it up and saw that not only was it dirty, but it had a big smear of black grease down the front. I was so pissed off that without even thinking I started grabbing everything I could off of Jeff's side of the closet, throwing it down on the floor and stepping on it as I did so. Then I snatched a bottle of black liquid shoe polish from the closet shelf and emptied the whole bottle onto the stomped on pile of Jeff's clothes. I was feeling a little better by then, but was still pretty hot.
All of a sudden Jeff came charging into our room. He saw me standing in the closet and said "Hi". Then he glanced down and all of a sudden he froze and his mouth dropped open. His eyes were bugged out and he stared with a look of total disbelief on his face. "What the fu........" was all he could get out before I lunged at him, knocking him to the floor. I started beating on him and all he could do was try and shield himself at the same time yelling and cussing. It didn't do him any good though because with one swift yank I ripped open the front buttons of his jeans and had them half way down his legs before he even knew what was happening. I flipped him over holding his arms behind his back and started smacking away, as hard as I could on his 14 year old butt.
WHACK........WHACK..........WHACK.........WHACK........WHACK........I was really possessed......WHACK......WHACK........WHACK........he was screaming bloody murder.........WHACK............WHACK.........."OOOOWWWWWWW....OOOOOWWWW.............. STOP........pleeeese stop.......your killing me......what'd I do?" ".........OOOOWWWW.............pleeese Max......STOP"
"You've been wearing my clothes without asking permission and now you've ruined my new shirt I needed for tonight." I'm really pissed off and you're going to get your ass beat good."
"You never said I couldn't wear your clothes." he whined..."Leave me alone..." "OOOOWWWWW.......leave me alone." He was sobbing and about ready to start crying.
"I never _f_u_c_k_ING said you COULD did I?"
I pulled down the back of his shorts as far as I could with a swift yank and started spanking him on the bare ass. He was kicking and screaming as I delivered about 10 more smacks as hard as I could. After about the fifth he was really crying and his words became incoherant.
All of a sudden the door burst open and I heard dad yell "what the hell is going on in here?" "I could hear screaming all the way down in the driveway as I was pulling in."
When it registered what was going on he grabbed me by the back of the neck and pulled me off of Jeff. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO YOUR BROTHER?" he yelled at me. "I want to know exactly whats been going on around here."
He had me jerked up by the shoulder and swung me around facing him.
"Dad he's been wearing my clothes without asking and now he got grease all over my new shirt I haven't even worn yet......I needed it tonig......"
"And you're beating him up over a shirt?" I could tell by his tone that dad was real pissed. "Jeff did you do that? Did you ruin his clothes?"
"I didn't mean to get grease on it dad, he sobbed, it was an accident when I was putting the chain back on my bike and....." He was still sobbing "......and besides....sob......snifff....... look what he.......sniff......did to all my stuff."
Dad's gaze followed Jeff's finger to the closet floor, and I saw that same look of disbelief on his face as I had seen earlier on my brothers. "Oh my god" I thought, what have I gotten into? This is a far greater offence than one ruined shirt and not asking permission. He's gonna ground me until I'm 30. I was sweating it big time thinking about my date with Carol tonight, and how long it took me to get up the courage to ask her out. If I get grounded and have to cancel she'll probably never agree to go out with me again.
Dad was dumbfounded and just continued to stare at the mess in the closet, except that I could feel the pressure squeezing my arm tighter by the second. Then he began shaking me and yelling at me in an angry way that I had NEVER seen in him before.
He jerked me up half off the floor and began pulling me towards the desk chair. Ranting about who the hell did I think I was to deliberately destroy all of those clothes, AND beat up and spank my little brother, no matter what he did. He said he was going to give me something more to think about than a ruined shirt.
All this time I was fighting to pull free of him, twisting and jerking, trying to free the vise grip he had on my arm. I was reacting without thinking because if I had thought about it I would have realized that I was only making it worse for myself and making him madder by fighting him.
When he got me to the chair I couldn't believe my ears. "You had better stop fighting me my boy, and drop those jeans....NOW."
"WHAT, what do you mean?" "You're not going to spank me." "I'm seventeen years old and way too old for that baby _s_h_i_t_." "You quit spanking me five years ago dad." "No.....I won......."
Before I could finish the sentence he was yanking at the front of my jeans and had pulled all the fly buttons open with a quick rip, just like I had done with Jeff's. I was in shocked disbelief that this could be happening to me, but I finally realized that I couldn't fight him. He was thirty eight years old, 6'3 and 200 pounds of solid rock, to my 5'10, 160 pounds. I knew I was licked and fighting with him was futile. I could only worsten my punishment by resisting.
Mindful of my defeat, I let him pull me down over his knees and arrange my body on his lap. He locked my legs in place with his and held down my back with his left arm. The next thing I knew he was smacking me on the butt with only my white jockey shorts to dull the blows. Besides the awful pain, the embarassment was stunning. My fourteen year old brother whom I myself had just been spanking........my little brother who looked up to me and idolized me, was standing there watching me be humiliated. Disbelief showing on his face too.
SMACK................SMACK............. "OOOOOHH.....NNNOOOOO......" SMACK........ "AAAOOOWWWW... STOP....... AAAOOOOWWWW......NNNOOOO...." SMACK.......
On and on it went, smack, smack, smack, smack, faster and faster he was building momentum.....smack, smack smack....My butt was burning and I was kicking and squirming, all the while yelling and sobbing......."pleeeeessse....dad......stoooop...." smack.......I could feel the tears starting to fill my eyes......."Pleeese....sob.......pleeeeese.........don't dad....stop"
My kicking had caused my pants to come all the way off and dad wasen't letting up in the slightest yet. I was fighting again now, but this time I was fighting to keep from crying. I just couldn't add that humiliation to my already devestated self esteem. I fought back the tears through smack after smack. No.... no.... no..... no....I kept telling myself I won't cry, I won't cry. Not in front of dad and my little brother. No..... no...... no.........
I felt fingers prying at my underware waistband and then all of a sudden dad pulled down my shorts with a swift yank all the way to my knees. That was the trigger. The next smack and my dignity deserted me. I was bawling. Despite my best efforts to withstand the pain and embarassment I was now reduced to a crying, bare assed little boy. Seventeen years old and crying uncontrolably across my daddys lap, bare ass red as a cherry. I'd reached the depths of despair thinking it couldn't get any worse than this.
The door opened and in ran my mother, just home from work. She too had heard all the screaming and rushed upstairs to see what was happening. Oh god this is too much I thought, crying miserably, I hadn't been naked in front of mom since I was nine and now this. She had been treating me like an adult for the last three years and suddenly I'm back to baby again. My shame was unbearable.
When he saw mom he stopped spanking me and left me laying across his lap crying while he explained to her what I had done to merit this punishment. I was thankful for the relief from the spanking, but the pain on my burning butt caused me to clench and re-clench the muscles of my cheeks all the while I was laying there. Knowing that mom and Jeff were witnessing my degradation made me cry all the harder.
When dad had finished telling mom the whole story he dumped me off his lap into a pile on the floor. I just lay there continuing to sob until I felt him standing over me again. I turned my head to look at him and saw that he was holding his belt in his hand doubled over.
"Pleeese dad.......No mmmmoooore........".....sob......"It hurts.......Pleeese.....I'm sssorry."
"You've hardly begun to pay for your stupid behavior Max." he said "You're going to get twenty more swats on your bare butt with my belt." "Now get up and lean over the back of that chair."
I started to get up and tried to pull up my underpants as I did so but dad yelled at me to pull them the other way. "All the way off" he demanded." My pride now gone, I did as he ordered. Standing up I kicked off my shorts and stood there in front of them all, totally naked except for my white t-shirt. Funny, having that t-shirt on and no pants made me feel more naked than if I'd had nothing on at all.
Jeff was staring at my front. Even he hadn't seen me stripped totally in several years. In fact I had started to be shy about being nude in front of my family when I first started to grow pubic hair. Everything was suddenly changed today. I made a stupid mistake in anger and now I'm standing naked in front of three people in the world I most want to impress. Red, bare bottom, tear stained wet face, genitals exposed, what an impression they are getting of me now. Slowly, with my head down in shame, I walked over to the back of the chair and leaned over it.
"Spread your legs apart wider and bend over until you can grab the front of the chair seat. Now don't move Max, and you had better not try to shield your butt with your hands or move out of position." "You will only get extra swats for your efforts." "Do you understand me boy?"
"Yes." I mumbled softly.
"Speak up boy." "Did you hear me?" "Do you understand what I just said?"
"Yes sir, I understand." I said in a still shaky but louder voice.
With that my dad began to whip my bare ass with his doubled over belt. I was soon screaming and crying again and my already punished bottom felt like it was on fire. I knew that my mother and my brother both had front row seats staring at my butt hole and my balls and even my _c_o_c_k_ from the bent over, spread legs position I was in. Dad didn't let up, only pausing long enough between blows to make sure I felt the maximum pain from each strike of the belt. When it was finally over I collapsed down onto the floor again in a trembling heap. Laying there sobbing, trying to regain my composure, I could not remember ever feeling more pain and remorse. I was truely mortified.
Finally after a few minutes dad told me to get up and stand in the corner for one full hour and think about my behavior. He checked his watch and said I had better not move until a quarter past seven.
"But dad I whined, I have a movie date with Carol Taylor tonight at eight and I need time to get something to wear."
"Do you really think you can sit through a whole movie on that butt?" "Maybe I didn't punish you quite enough." he said as he turned to walk out the door. "Don't move until 7:15. I don't care if you have to go out on your date naked." Just be thankful I'm still letting you go out at all.
"Oh and by the way.........You'll be replacing all of Jeff's clothes you destroyed.......Minus one shirt." "You might want to think about fewer dates and more work hours."
After dad left the room I stood there in the corner rubbing my blazing rear end. Painfully aware that Jeff was enjoying the view and gloating over my abject humiliation. Just as I was thinking how much I hated him, he came over to me and put his arm around my shoulder and told me he was really sorry about what he had done and even sorrier about what dad had done to me. He told me he liked wearing my clothes because he loved me and admired me so much and It made him feel closer to me. Then he kissed me on the back of the neck and ran his hand down my back and began caressing my very sore bottom. The feeling of his hand intimately rubbing my butt was soothing and I didn't want to tell him to stop. My emotions were getting confused and I started moving my hips into his caresses. It felt good, especially when his fingers strayed into my crack and brushed over my ass hole. I started to move my hand down to grasp my _c_o_c_k_ but then I heard someone coming down the hall.
Jeff jerked back away from me just as the door opened and mom came in carrying the cordless phone. She came over to my corner and handed it to me. "Its Carol Taylor." she said. "I tried to tell her you were "busy".....but she said it was important."
I took the phone from her hand and paused a few moments before activating it. I sniffed a few times and tried to compose myself. Staring into the corner I pushed the button, and in the best casual voice I could summon up. "Hi Carol, what's up?" If she could see a picture right now of who she was talking to, I thought, I'd be the laughing stock of the entire world. She wouldn't go out with me ever.
"WHAT?.......you can't?........Why not?" I thought her voice sounded like she had been crying, but her excuse was that she had to babysit her little sister because something had come up with her parents. It didn't sound very convincing to me and I wondered if maybe she was in a situation similar to mine at the moment. But if that's the case, she'll have to tell you that story herself.......(because frankly, this story is appearing in a gay web site and I know you don't give a _s_h_i_t_....and neither do I....Author's note)
As I clicked off the phone I was feeling extremely disappointed, but then experienced an enormous wave of relief. Another time would definitely be better considering the circumstances. I really would have a hell of a miserable time trying to sit all night long. At least now I would be able to just lay on my bed on my stomach till the pain lessened. I continued standing in the corner waiting for my hour to be up, all the while rubbing my poor battered ass. It's funny how your butt feels enormous when its been soundly spanked. The burning sensation makes it feel like it had expanded several sizes. I had forgotten what it felt like for quite a few years. I also had forgotten how it tended to make my dick expand.........Oh well, maybe Jeff will want to help soothe and massage my buns some more later......I sure hope so......
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