So I was standing in the middle of the living room all 8 of my brothers ands sisters and my mother standing there gawking at the pitiful sight of me, bare naked with my hands covering my crotch, and my bright red backside glowing in its spanked glory.
My father bgan to explain my predicament annuciating each word clearly to assure that everyone heard each sorry and horroryfying word:
"Your little brother Francis has turned out to be a big ninnie after all."
Everyone giggled in response except my mother who looked almost as mortified as I did in all her shame of me.
My father continued,
"Your brother decided to wrestle with your brother Michael. Mike was getting the best of him as it turned out [face brightens red]. However Francine --- er I mean Francis got lucky and bucked him off, however, Michael got hurt and decided that he would tell me about Francis' rough play. If it had stopped there Michael would have been allowed to suck his thumb like a little baby for having acted like a little sissy. If you can't take a little rough play then you shouldn't try to wrestle with your older brother."
Wait what was he saying? I would not have gotten in any trouble at all if I had just let Michael go whine to daddy? I was feeling stupid on top of my humiliation. Then I wondered how my father knew all of these details.
"However your pitiful little brother Francis was so mortified by the thought of possibly recieving a few hard spankings from his dad that instead he allowed his little brother --- who is only NINE YEARS OLD --- spank his bottom bare."
He paused for the painful laughter that was to sting my ears everybit as hard as my father's yellow strapped spankings. My sister Charlene whisperd to Janeece "I told you --- I told you" They both busted out loud laughing without remorse over the additional humiliation that I was feeling.
"Well as we know. Only little brothers get spanked by older brothers. Never the other way around. RIGHT FRANCIS?"
I hesitated as my father looked at me sternly.
"WELL?"
"Yes Sir." I muttered.
"I can't here you..."
"YES SIR!" I shouted loudly. My father grinned.
"Starting today. Francis will be looked at by the rest of the family as Michael's little brother. Michael will have full control and responsibility for him. Michael will be responsible for spanking Francis anytime and anywhere Michael sees fit to spank Francis if Francis is disobedient or misbehaves in anyway. From this day foward Michael and only Michael will spank Francis, unless Francis refuses to be spanked or comply with an order to take a spanking from Michael. Now if Francis does not comply with an order to assume the position that Michael sees fit then I will spank him, and god help him if I ever have to spank. He will get three times the standard spanking that he would get for his disobedience. This rate will be set by Michael. So if Michael tells me that he is supposed to get 25 spankings he will get 75 from me. Then he will get an additional 100 spankings from me for being a bad little brother."
Everyone was oooing and ahhhing at my dad's reconstruction of Mike and my status.
I couldn't believe it it was impossible dad could n't really be saying this could he. I began to protest.
"Dad that isn't fair. Just for two little mistakes. No!!!"
of course all the protest in the world wasn't going to change my dad's mind. He was even more persistent.
"Now to make this change official Francis will get an initiation. And since you let him spank you once you shouldn't mind it now."
I grabbed the my butt cheeks in defense.
"No dad. No thats not fair."
"You want a fair catch a bus. Michael Take your belt off and go sit in my chair. Tell your brother to get over your knee."
Michael had a wild wide smile over his face.
"Francis," he embellished it, "my LITTLE brother," laughter from my sisters and brothers, "Get over my knee and get your spankings"
I couldn't believe my ears. They rang. Did I really have to obey him?
My head swam, "Then he will get an additional 100 spankings from me for being a bad little brother."
So, I knew, I had to obey my brother's demand that I get over his knee.
I laid myself across Michael's knees already sniffling and crying out of my humiliation.
"Now, Michael," my dad said dryly, "To initiate your little brother you will spank him as hard as you can fifty times with your belt."
Mike Grinned sheepishly. I could feel his little pre-pube dick grow hard at that suggestion. My own thirteen year old dick was already puffing up without explanation.
Then I could hear a whoooosh--- I felt the wicked sting--- craaaaaack! Owwweeee!
whooooosh ---- craaaaaaaack ----oweeeee I kicked out my legs and writhed my hips a bit.
whooosh--- craack --- aarrrph! Then faster rythm
swish-crack swish-crack swish crack... owww ouch no - no ouch
crack--- ouch --- no crack --- oww --- no --crack --- oweee -- crack {sniffle} shake out my legs --- writhe my hips --- I want to protest but all that I can get out is some swlurred form of "ouch" as Michael beat my already tendered ass faster and harder...
crack crack crack crack crack crack [I wiggle and wiggle and my sisters and brothers giggle and giggle. My thirteen year old _c_o_c_k_ hardens unexpectedly. More humiliation. I couldn't be liking this also?] crack crack crack crack
Oucheee owww I am s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-orr-ouch eeeee n-n-n-n-n-n-noweowowoooo ouch p-uh p--p-p-p-uleese s-s-s-s-s-tooowwwch arrarghhh ---ss--s-s owowo owowoowoowo ---
crack crack crack crack crack crack [is it ever gonna end] owwwch oweeee please owwe no don't stopp!! stoooooooooooooooop! don't [ I try placing my hands over my buttocks to protect them]
My dick began pulsating uncontrolably with each whack and each giration of my hips over mikes knees.
crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack
Michael tossed me off his knee and tossed my to the floor. I shot my load on the carpet of the floor the minute I hit the floor. It was a weird combination of pain and pleasure. Mostly it was pain. My father oredered everyone to leave the living room and leave me there to "soak it up." I was now Michael's little brother. I was spared the final humilaition of anyone seeing the sperm that I had just shot on the floor after my spanking. It was the clear kind of come that you get when you first start puberty and less noticeable and I had also landed on top of itas michael tossed me off.
I was sitting there crying like a little baby. It was so shameful to not only now be my little brothers "little brother" but there was something about it that I liked and I could think of nothing more shameful.
The wmost frequently that my "older brother" would spank me would be those first few weeks where every little thing I did wrong was construed as a spanking offense. My brother had no time to save me from any humiliation either. If I did something even slightly construed as wrong he would order me to get over his knee right then and there even if it were in front of other people or my freinds [especially if it were in front of freinds].
He spanked once outside the supermarket for dropping a Coke and having it burst all over the sidewalk. In front of a crowd of twenty people he had me lean over and grab my ankles while he took down my shorts and belted me twenty five times.
The most humilating "punishment" he gave me was not simply a spanking he gave me but it was what he did with me and my best freind from school named Ricky. He was eleven at the time Ricky was fourteen and I was fifteen. Oh well remind me to tell you that some time.