Younger Brother Witness


by Witness <Hensmith76@hotmail.com>

"I know I've got to get spanked, dad, but I don't want Kevin watching."

Steve was 15, Kevin 13. Steve had brown hair shaved very short, a touch small for his age, compact. Kevin was blonde haired, blue-eyed, slender. Steve wore blue jeans, white socks, no shoes, red T-shirt. Kevin wore white shorts, white short socks, white polo shirt. They were in the family room with dad. Kevin and Dad were seated in leather armchairs. Steve stood before his dad.

"But he's your brother and it was him you stole from. He has a right. Go on arguing and I'll make the punishment worse."

"It's not fair dad."

"You just made the punishment worse. Now Kevin gets to help me with it."

Kevin grinned. Steve opened his mouth, as if to say "But..." and rapidly closed it when he saw the expression on his father's face.

"Take off your shirt, Steve, and give it to me."

Steve removed his red T-shirt handing it to his dad. His chest was bare; his back was bare.

"Go and stand in front of your brother."

Steve went and stood in front of Kevin, hating him.

"Say to your brother, 'Please undo my belt'."

Through gritted teeth and very quietly, he said the words.

Grinning some more, Kevin sat forward and unfastened Steve's belt.

"Say to him, 'Please take down my jeans'."

Flushed with anger but not daring to provoke his father, Steve posed the humiliating request.

Kevin grinned some more, then unfastened, unzipped and pulled down Steve's jeans.

"Step out of them and bring them to me."

Clumsily and nearly falling over, Steve took his jeans to his father. Now, he wore only white briefs and socks.

"Turn round so I can see your butt - and put your hands on your head."

Steve obeyed.

"Kevin, come here with me, behind your brother."

With an obvious long thin hard-on in his shorts, Kevin came to stand by his father's chair.

"Fold down his waistband so we can see the top of his arse."

Kevin carefully and slowly folded the waistband over on itself several times until the top of Steve's butt and beginning of his cleft could be seen.

"Bend forward, Steve, legs spread, hands on knees, arse sticking back."

Steve knew this position - and adopted it.

"Take his briefs down to just below his arse."

Kevin obeyed.

"What do you see, Kevin?"

"His butt."

"What do you see between his cheeks?"

"His arsehole."

"Which is what he is. Put your finger on his arsehole and tell him he's an arsehole."

"You're an arsehole, Steve." Kevin was feeling his brother's tight sphincter for the first time.

"Tell your brother you're an arsehole."

"I'm an arsehole."

"Turn round."

Steve turned round, red-faced. His dick was hard inside his crumpled briefs.

"Take off your briefs and give them to me."

He gave his briefs to his father. His dick was 6", with a fine brown bush, very hard. His face was bright red.

"Come with me Steve. Wait here Kevin."

Ten minutes later, he led Steve back, still in his socks. Just one difference. He had no pubic hair. Still hard.

Kevin laughed openly.

Their dad sat in the middle of the settee. "Come and sit on my lap, Kev," he said.

He arranged Kevin on his lap so each of Kevin's legs outflanked his own. "Now come and lie on your stomach across the settee over my lap, Steve," he ordered.

Steve did as ordered.

"Push your feet back, Steve, and Kevin, take off his socks."

Kevin removed Steve's socks and dropped them on the carpet.

"Now you can start spanking your brother."

Kevin started spanking with his hand, all over Steve's arse, with considerable energy, gradually causing it to go pink.

"OK, stop," their dad said. "You're looking hot, Kev, take off your polo shirt."

Kevin did so and his father stroked his chest and back affectionately. "You've done well" he said, lightly kissing the boy just where his shoulder joined the side of his neck. "Let me help you a little." He reached round him and smacked Steve very hard a good number of times, causing Steve's arse to go red and Steve to start yelling out.

"OK, Kevin, now you can start spanking again."

Although Kevin had a smaller hand and was less strong than his father, Steve's arse was now so tender that every blow had him wailing and crying.

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