This is another story about my big brother Joey spanking me. You should read "My Brother Joey" first.
The music store I went to wasn't in the best part of town. But it had one big advantage: The shopkeeper didn't care about the legal situation as much as they do in other areas. That part of the town was lawless anyway.
I had been trying to purchase a video of my favourite artist Alice Cooper for ages, but as you can imagine nobody would sell that to a 12-year-old, they would rather scare me off. It was written on every product: "Suitable only for persons of 18 years and over - not to be supplied to any person below that age." My brother Joey wouldn't buy it for me either because he didn't think I should watch horror videos. I always tried to explain that I don't like horror videos. I'm not too keen on macabre theatrics, the guillotine or other toys Alice uses on stage. I want to see him live in concert, just like any other musician I like. But there was almost no chance for me.
My guess was right that in a seedy part of downton, in the poor area, everything's different and they don't care about stupid and absolutely senseless stickers - not to be supplied to any person below 18, explicit lyrics, parental advisory etc. - so what?
Joey doesn't want me to even enter such an area, much less for this purpose. Dad, although he hardly cared about what we did, would also tell me not to go there. Ignoring Joey's warnings and the things I had heard about the "bad" areas of downtown, I went there on the sly and then kept the video of Alice Cooper I managed to buy there at a secret place in our house. I was waiting impatiently for an opportunity to finally watch it - what made that a bit complicated was the fact that the video recorder was in the living room and Joey had to be away just to make sure I wouldn't be in deep, deep trouble.
One afternoon I finally had the chance. Joey had left with some friends and I went to the living room with my treasure. It was finally time for Alice to trash the world. That video is so great. It started just like any concert, but when it was time for "Steven" oder "Ballad Of Dwight Fry", I finally understood why they wouldn't sell that to everyone. But I mean, this is only a show - it would be enough to prohibit it for kids below 12 years, the way it is now is exaggeration.
Unfortunately, Joey was not of the same opinion when he came home (too early!!!) and found me watching this. He knew very well what this video was about and that it was illegal to sell that to a kid like me.
- "Where did you get that?" he asked in a calm voice. I loved him for not freaking out but just talking to me patiently. That's what he always does.
- "Some music shop."
- "Bought it yourself?"
- "Yeah."
- "Where do they sell stuff like that to kids?" he asked.
As I'm not a good liar, I didn't even try to lie to him. Besides, I try to avoid lies wherever it's possible - especially when I'm talking to my big brother. I just said the truth: "Somewhere downtown."
- "Is that an area where a boy of your age should go all by himself?"
- "No."
- "And is this a video a kid of your age should buy?"
- "According to the sticker on the video: No."
- "Do you think that you've earned yourself a spanking?"
- "I think I can't really protest if you spank me for that. But you know as well as I do that those stickers on videos and CDs prohibiting to sell them to kids don't always make sense. In this case, a sticker talking about "under 12" would've been enough. If you watch the video with me, you will have to agree that it's nothing dangerous for my further personal development", I said with a sarcastic tone in my voice.
- "It seems that you don't understand me", he answered. "The point is not that you are watching the video, the point is that you have broken the law by buying that video and that you entered downtown without my or Dad's permission."
- "Concerning downtown you're right, but the sticker on the video is wrong", I tried to defend myself.
- "I don't say that I disagree, but also a law that's wrong still is a law, don't you think so?"
- "Yeah, but not a law to follow."
- "Do you think it would be such a good idea to let everyone judge for himself if a law is worth following or not? Don't you think that would be pure chaos?"
I had to nod. He had convinced me once more that I deserved a spanking for my behaviour.
- "So, you are gonna spank me now?"
- "Yes. Any idea how many beats I should give you?"
I tried to be funny. "Let me think. I'm 12 years and five months old. I would have to be 18 to watch this video. There are 67 months missing. What about 67 beats?"
- "Why months and not days or weeks?" he asked with a grin. I looked at him in panic. I don't mind him giving me a sound spanking, but so many beats? He smiled: "OK, just kidding. 67 beats is a good idea. And what about going downtown without my permission?"
- "Do you really think that was so bad?"
- "You have to be more careful. I don't want to identify you in the morgue among other victims of crimes. It's really dangerous there."
- "I'm sorry. I suppose that adds it up to a hundred", I said with a sigh.
- "Yes, I think that is appropriate. Come with me."
With that, we went to our room and he sat down on his bed. He didn't have to tell me to take off my jeans and underwear - I did so voluntarily. I got across his lap and once more presented my bare bottom to my big brother, waiting for a good spanking.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
I love my brother. And his concerns about me going to a seedy part of downtown showed me that he also loves me.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Don't ask me if I was happy that he found me watching the video of Alice Cooper. It had been a long time since the last spanking he gave me and I enjoyed being across his lap again.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
My butt was starting to ache now. Joey lighted a fire with the beats he was delivering on my bare flesh.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
There are several laws that are crazy. Joey was just teaching me that I had to follow them anyway. He was right as always - if everyone would judge for himself which law is still worth following and which one isn't, that would indeed be pure chaos.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
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It's fair that he explained that to me before the spanking started. I'm learning a lot more if I fully understand what I'm getting spanked for. If I am still wondering what I'm getting spanked for, then this would distract me from learning a lesson.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
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By now, my bottom was burning. Joey was really a good spanker and always spanked me very thoroughly.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
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Watching the Alice Cooper video was worth the spanking, but I also knew that it was illegal how I got that video.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
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Not to forget ignoring his concerns about going downtown. I would even say that those 33 beats added for that failure were not enough. If he says I shouldn't go there, then I have to accept that. Now going there was really nasty.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
He gave me what I deserved.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
I was on the verge of crying when he finally stopped.
- "Got the message?" he asked.
- "Yes, Sir." I answered.
I remained lying for some minutes across his lap, just calming down. He admired his work and once more told me that he loved the sight of my red bottom.
And I love the way my red bottom feels. I knew that he was right to spank me so soundly and I was thankful that he beat my bad conscience out of me. Lying there, I was thinking about his concerns about downtown.
- "Joey?" I started.
- "Yes, Randy?"
- "I'm really sorry for ignoring your warnings concerning downtown."
- "I know, Randy."
- "I think I deserve 20 more beats for that", I said.
- "That's my little brother!" he said with pride.
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I had shown him that I accepted this kind of punishment and that I was being strict to myself with my decision about getting spanked and about how many beats I deserve. I promised him once more to always be as strict as I was today and to rather ask for too many than for too few beats.
- "Joey?" I asked again.
- "Yes, Randy?"
- "Aren't there situations where you think the law is an ass and meant to be broken?"
- "I have to admit, sometimes, yes."
- "Who's gonna spank you then if YOU should break a law sometime?"
- "You probably."