"What is going on in here?" My dad asked.
I was redfaced and on my hands and knees. My cheeks were reddened from the whacks my little brother had given me.
My brother furthered my humiliation:
"I was spanking him dad?"
A disgusted look came over my dad's face.
"You let your little brother spank you?"
"Uhh--- I didn't let---" I didn't know what to say. I was stumped.
My brother chimed in...
"Well we were wrestling and he got to rough. I got hurt and I told him I was gonna tell and he said I could spank him in (the bart was lying)---"
"Thats enough both of you upstairs!" My dad ordered.
My mother walked into the hall from out of the living room and saw the strange sight. She had a fustered and embarrassed look on her face when she saw that my pants were down. Something strange with her son. More humiliation.
I began to pull up my pants before leaving my room.
"NO LEAVE THEM!" My father thundered angrily. I was confused.
"You will go upstairs without your clothes!"
"But dad my sisters are out there..."
"Too bad! I used to have faith that YOU would always be well behaved but then this... this ... YOU ARE PATHETIC..." He was still confused in many ways... humiliated for me, that I could have been sitting there gatting a spanking from my little brother. The thought of it angered him even more. I could see a deep anger in his dark eyes. I dare not hesitate anymore. I stripped my clothes as quickly as I could.
"NOW UPSTAIRS!"
I began to sprint down the hall way and into the living room and up the stairs hoping to be seen by my sisters only for as short a time as possible. I hoped beyond hope that they would never know what I was being punished for. Maybe this was so embarrassing that Dad would decide not to tell my sisters. But as I dashed upstairs I found out that my sister Charlene had already overheard. She whispered to Janeece,
"He got caught getting spanked by Michael..." Laughter ensued. Redness increased. Red ontop of red rolled in red and I wore the most scarlett of faces. It seemed my heart beat out of rythm.
When dad had come in the room he slammed the door angrily shut. He barked out orders to both of us.
"Both of you on your hands and knees. And drop your shorts Michael!"
Oh god I was going to get even more spankings and worst yet it was the spanking I had always dredded. Well atleast Michael was going to get spankings as well.
My dad grabbed his thick yellow strap. [Dear God] He marched over to my little brother [thank god him first...]
"Do you know what you did wrong?" My father asked calmly.
"uh-- I hit --uhhh I spanked---" Michael was having trouble.
"Corect. You spanked. Who is the disciplinarian in this house?" My dad whaccked the belt over Michaels backside.
THWACKKKKKKK!
"Owwww! You are."
TWACCKKKKKKK!
"You are what?" My dad awaited a propper response.
"You are the disciplinarian, sir."
"Correct. And I am the disciplinarian in the household until I give someone else special permission." He sat down on an old marroon recliner he had in the his room.
"Get over my knee!" my dad ordered. Mike complied without hesitation.
"And the only time I give special permission to anyone to be a disciplinarian is if I am not home. Now I was home wasn't I?"
THWACKKKKKK!
"OWWWCH! Y-yes sir you were home."
"So what made you think you could spank Francis like that?"
THWACKKKKKKK!
Mike began crying and sniffling.
"He begged me to daddy he was afraid you would whip him... he wanted me to spank him" Mike was lying.
"Regardless!"
Thwackkkkkk! "owwwwck!" THWACK! " Owwch" THWACK! "Owwww" THWACK! "OHHHHHHH{sniffle}!"
THWACK! THWACK! THWACH!
Thwack! THWACK! THWACK! Mike was crying alot now his butt girating after each spanking as though he thought he could cool his butt off by spinning it in the air. After 20 spanking (I counted in horror with each one) my day ordered Michel off of his lap and into the corner.
He ordered me over his knee.
I nervously and slowly walked up to him.
"NOW!" his voiced roared. I speeded up and tossed myself over his knee.
"Since you have never been spanked let me tell you no wwhat you did wrong. I will expect you to tell me in the future. You did too things wrong. Number one you played too roughly with your brother. You will be spanked 15 times for that. You then tried to avoid a true punishment by having your LITTLE brother spank you. That one earns another 15 spankinngs. Then you acted like a _f_u_c_k_ing sissy by letting your little brother spank you. You will get 15 spankings for that and I will come up with an addittional punishment for you to teach you a long term lesson."
Wait--- 15 + 15 + 15 --- no that wasn't fair I already recieved so many spankings from Mike, that was 45 more...
TWAAAAAACKKKK!!!! "OWWWWWWWWWWWW!" I screamed in response. Now I knew what a REAL spanking was. It was so much worse than any Mike had given me.
TWACK! THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK [a brief pause to let the pain set in] I was sniffling and crying ... I even saw Mike wince at the furious blows that I was recieving....
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! {a pause, more crying, more sniffling}
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
More crying ... I am sorry daddy's coming from my muttering lips...
"GET OFF OF ME!" My father ordered. "Michael out of the corner. Put your clothes back on!"
"My clothes are still in my room" I whispered.
"I wasn't talking to you. You still have more coming." I rubbed my ass at the thought of that. I felt terror scream in my heart.
"No, please daddy no..." I begged.
"Stop your crying you pathetic little sissy. Get in the corner." I obeyed my father without hesitation, anything otherthan a spanking.
"How am I supposed to ever rely on you. Your supposed to take care of your little brother. There are times when I need a babysitter. Big brothers are supoosed to be able to baby sit their little brothers."
"I can dad. You can trust me. I will behave. I will babysit him still."
My dad burst out laughing.
"HA-Ha... Your little pussy. You can't watch someone who has no respect for you. He spanked you today. Do you think he is gonna obey someone he spanks? A little sissy like you can't babysit anyone!" Why did he have to keep using the word sissy? That hurt so much.
"No sissies don't babysit they get baby sat [oh god where was he going with this]. You know what your extra punishment is?"
"No," I shook my head. I am not sure whether if it was beacuse of the negative response or out of disbelief.
"Well we are marching your naked ass downstairs and are going to have the whole family in on this one."
The whole family? No, wait. Babysitting? Getting Baby sat? What was he getting at? Wait-- not what I thought.
"Go on march you little sissy we got to tell the whole family who is the real older brother around here..."
To be continued...
Thwack!
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!