This is a continuation of the story entitled Just You Wait Buddy Boy . As I indicated the events in that story or true as witnessed by me two days ago. I can only image what happened next, so this is complete fantasy on my part.
The entire ride home his mother continued to yell at Trevor saying, "You just wait Buddy Boy! I've never been more humiliated. That is my place of business. You know better than to behave like that! Stop crying, you're not a little baby anymore. You want something to cry about I'll pull this car over and open my purse, you want that?" "No mom, please." "Then stop it." "Yeas mam"
His little sister holding his hand as a show of support. His older brother Xander grinning the whole way home in anticipation of the thrashing sure to come. "your gonna get a booty whipping!" he would whisper in his little brothers ear while he reached under and pinched the boys tight little ass once again making the boy sob uncontrollably. "I told you to stop it!" "I'm sorry, but I can't" "Well you just wait Buddy Boy till we get home and I tell your father how you've been behaving....he'll give you something to cry about. We've raised you better than this!" "Yes mam."
Upon arriving at the house everyone piled out except Trevor who was too scared to move. "I'm going through this again. You get out of that car right now young man!....Xander get your brother!" she commanded. As the boy went back in the car to drag his brother out Trevor bolted out the other door and ran as fast as he could down the driveway. He didn't know where he was going, but he couldn't face his father again. Not this time. Xander quickly caught the boy in front of the neighbors house and pounded him to the ground pinning his arms behind his back. His mother then came and grabbed the boy up by his right earlobe and yanked him crying to his feet. "Stop it! You've already embarrassed me enough and your only making it worse....now march!" she commanded as she dragged him kicking and screaming by his ear towards his home and his impending doom.
All of the commotion brought several of their neighbors to their windows and front porches causing his mother to whisper as she yanked him through the door "You've really done it now Buddy Boy, when your father's finished with you it's going to be my turn and I don't care if it kills you....you are never going to embarrass me in public like this again do you hear me?" Trevor was crying so hard he couldn't reply. "Do you hear me?" "Yes, mam" he wept as she yanked him into the study just as his father came bounding down the stairs.
"Hey honey what's going on?" She locked Trevor in the room and told Xander to "Sit on him while I talk to your father!" So of course the boy took it literally and once again tackled his little brother pinning him easily to the shag floor, sitting on the boys chest taunting him mercilessly until his father's return. "Your gonna get a booty whipping....Your gonna get a booty whipping....Your gonna get a booty whipping" he'd taunt while lightly smacking the boys face, careful not to hit hard enough to leave scars.
This was unsuccessful however as his fathers first words were "Xander, stop taunting your brother....get off him now! No one is forgetting your part in all of this, so don't get to too smug young man." For the first time Trevor stopped crying and perked up. Finally a ray of hope. His brother was going to get it too, hallelujah!
"Now what was this fight all about?" he demanded. "He kept touching me. I told him to leave me alone and he just kept touching me so I wrestled him. It wasn't a fight we were just wrestling" Xander rationalized. "Well that's not what your mother says and he was just touching you like you were just touching him right" "Mom told me to sit on him" "You are supposed to be the responsible one, Trevor's only a little boy so we don't expect him to act like a grown up, but you are." "But he's the one who embarrassed mom" "I know and he's going to be punished, but from the way I see it you started the whole thing" "No, he was touching me and I told him to stop but he wouldn't listen." "You know what I've told you about fighting with your little brother and sister. Your a bully. You've done it too many times so now I'm gonna be touching you with my belt and I won't stop or listen....Get over the chair" "Not in front of him" "Oh don't worry his turn will definitely come....part of his punishment is to watch you, because he can rest assured that for every lick you get he can expect it 300 times worse for him."
With that Trevor once again began sobbing uncontrollably until he saw his father yank down his brother's pants and underwear in one swift jerk, then past his knees and to his ankles. His father set about his occupation of strapping the boy with the doubled, thick brown leather belt that he kept hanging on a hook next to the door of his study. He never wore it as it was too wide to fit through the loops on any of his pants, meaning he had bought it solely for the purpose of disciplining his children.
With the first stroke Xander let out a loud, shrill gasp as his body jerked up and was immediately slammed down by his father who repositioned himself so he could hold the lithe young boy down over the armchair with one arm and continue stroking with the belt with the other. This continued for well over ten minutes. Trevor was completely mesmerized by the rhythm of the strokes and his brother's fiery red ass bouncing up and down against the golden, crushed velvet cushion of the arm of the chair as if he was being forced to _f_u_c_k_ it. After approximately eighty or so strokes or thrusts of the boy's pelvis depending on how you want to view it. The climax was achieved and the boy lay spent on the chair motionless for close to a minute while he struggled to get up and wiped the tears from his eyes. As he rose his t-shirt barely hid the young boy's obvious erection as he struggled to zip up his gray shorts.
"O. K. Trevor, don't think I haven't forgotten about you. Get over the chair. I know Xander is older than you, but I expect you to take your punishment the same way he did is that understood?" "Yes sir." "To make sure you do, Xander I want you to fold him down....no by his shoulders....yeah that's it" The father then proceeded to strap the boy who tried everything to break free and run away. The boy was sreaming at the top of his lungs so loudly that after the fifteenth stroke the father stopped and found a gag to shove into the boy's mouth out of fear the neighbors would hear and call the cops. He then continued, the boy violently jerking up and down and kicking with each stroke until his father warned "If you _f_u_c_k_ing kick me again buddy boy, when your mother finishes with you you'll get another complete session with me is that understood?" Not being able to speak with the gag, the boy shook his head to indicate yes.
The father continued for another fifteen or twenty minutes and finally stopped saying "All right I guess you've had enough. Get up and go kneel in the corner until your mother comes for you....You can take the gag out. Xander get upstairs and do your homework right now." "Yes sir."
His father closed the door to the study and left the boy alone in the corner. He knelt their clutching his red hot butt and weeping against the wall for what seemed like an eternity. Then he heard "Dinner's ready, y'all come!" Then the door opened to the study. His father said "Get up and pull up your shorts. You can come to dinner and then your to come right back to this corner is that understood?" "Yes sir."
Xander and Trevor both had a hard time sitting during dinner even though the chairs were cushioned. Trevor didn't eat much even though it was one of his favorites. There was a deadly silence during dinner as no one spoke except to ask someone to pass this or that. When it was over his mother said "Back to your corner. I'll come for you shortly." "yes mam, I'm really sorry I embarrassed you and I was disobedient I promise to be better." "I'm glad to hear it, now go to your corner, the rest of you up to your rooms if you've finished your homework you can watch T. V. or play with your computer."
Trevor knelt in his corner wondering when his mother would come. He knew she would have the red wooden hairbrush she always kept in her purse. He knew he wouldn't be able to take it. She finally arrived a half an hour later, but she didn't have the brush. "Trevor, it's very important to me that I know that you've really learned a lesson here. I've got to know that I can take you with me to the office and in public and know that I can trust you to behave like an adult....can I trust you to do so?" "Oh yes mam, I swear you can." "Good I'm going to hold you to that just like I do Xander....we've all had enough tonight and frankly I don't have the energy to deal with you and I'm sure your father was more than thorough enough for the both of us so I'm not going to spank you further tonight." "Oh thank you mommy. I love you mommy." "Now don't get too excited. I want you to go upstairs and do your homework and then I want you to write an apology letter to the man I was meeting with. Your going to give it to him tomorrow after school. Then on Saturday morning after breakfast you and me have a date and you'll get your punishment then and don't expect to leave this house or watch T. V. all weekend. I'm taking you to the library and I'm picking out a book for you to read and your going to write a report on it and give it to your teacher and hopefully she will give you extra credit for it. Is that understood?" "yes mam" "Do you still love me?"......silence. "Now go upstairs and get to work!"
Then again maybe it didn't.