Patrick grinned to himself, as the sounds of wood against flesh, argued with the protests of his older brother John. Their Mum ignored his pleas for mercy, changing sides so that not only did the flat head of the spoon make contact, but the long handle as well. This left long stripes, as well as round blotches. When she was finished John stood up, his eyes slightly watery, but the spanking obviously not too bad. Mum just got more upset, and announced that since their father was away on business, that their uncle Marc would give him another spanking before dinner. With that she slammed the spoon down, and phoned him, detailing all that would be taking place that night.
As John walked by, gently massaging his freshly spanked ass, Patrick couldn't resist a dig.
"Didn't look to bad. But I'm sure uncle Marc will even up those marks. Probably won't be as bad as the two you got from Vincent."
When the boys had gone to America to visit their friend Vincent, both boys had been given a thorough and well deserved spanking. Both boys had acted badly, and smashed a favorite vase of Vince's. Though reluctant to punish them with a beating, the boys had insisted. Once they'd received one, the second one came more easily.
When they'd first arrived, John attempted to light up. Vincent grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, and his pants and sent him out through the porch door. He leapt after John like a Chinese kung fu star, catching him before he fell. He then informed John, that although he didn't approve, John could smoke with two conditions. It would be kept down to two a day, and also, under no circumstances was he to light up in the house. No excuses! John agreed heartily, and managed to stick to the bargain, until the day before the boys were scheduled to leave. Vincent had gone to get ingredients for a special fare well breakfast. Patrick amused himself on the computer, while John showered. The urge hit him as he finished, and not feeling inclined to dress just so he could smoke, he ignited one there in the bathroom, convinced the air system would draw out any signs that he'd done so. Unfortunately, Vincent came home before he'd finished. Even when they'd broken the vase, Vincent never raised his voice, hence it came as a surprise to both boys, as he berated John in a not so calm or quiet tone. John attempted to explain, then to apologize. Vincent would hear none of it. He grabbed the mighty shower brush, leaned John across the sink, and delivered twelve stinging blows which John very vocally responded to.
John considered twatting the little prat, but decided a second dose from his Mum wasn't what he wanted right then.
"Shut your face, this is all your fault." His brother stalked angrily up the stairs, stomping to help let out some of his anger. Patrick let his mind wander back to the catalyst of this particular incident.
On the walk back from the community center, John delighted in taking the Mickey out of his young sibling. He loved razzing Patrick about wearing tights during ballet. Of course what he would never say out loud, was that once he had been forced to take ballet years earlier, and that now, he wore the exact same leotard during his gymnastics. Patrick realized that if he tried pointing this out to John's knuckle dragging mates, it would simply sound as if he were vexing sour grapes. So with his head bent, his ears burning from their boorish laughter, he plotted revenge.
When both boys arrived, their mother greeted them with a kiss to the forehead, something she would do regardless of the situation. Sometimes mothers just didn't have a clue. Immediately after, she pealed their backpacks from them, wishing to get their sweat soaked togs into the wash.
"Oh, that's all right Mum, I've got some school stuff all mixed in, I'll separate them and bring the clothes right back down."
"Thank you dear, that will be nice." Patrick was immediately prepared to point out, that John was suddenly for the first time in his life being both helpful, and extremely considerate. However something in the back of his brain said to hold back, that an opportunity was in the making. He left his own backpack to his mothers tender mercies, and skulked up the stairs quietly, to see what his obnoxious older sibling was getting up to. As he peeked through the door, John was removing a piece of paper, and stowing it quickly into a drawer. My drawer Patrick realized. A smile stole over his face. As his brother headed towards him, he quickly hid behind the door to the sitting room. As the heavy plodding of his brother sounded down the steps, he adroitly came from behind the door, and slipped into the shared bedroom. Opening the drawer, he slipped the hidden treasure from the dresser, and unfolded it for easier perusal.
There in his hands, lay the key to bringing down the rude, and evil, source of irritation in his life. That which went by the name of John. Leaving it in a prominent spot on the desk, he headed back downstairs, the details of his plan flooding through his brain.
He quietly sat down to the snack his mother had lovingly prepared. As she began to gather up the clothes she had separated from his backpack, Patrick began the implementation of his plan.
"Don't forget John's thing Mum." She began to look about, confused that they weren't evident. "John forgot to bring them down with him, he can be so brain dead sometimes."
"Shut up butt wipe," John retorted.
"John, watch your language. Your little brother is correct, you went up there for the express purpose of bringing them to me, and in that short time forgot."
"Yeah I know, Patrick is so bloody perfect, he never gets in trouble. Well how about last week when he........."
"That's enough John," their mother sternly interrupted. One thing she did not like was either brother pointing out past mistakes the other had made. This was too easy. Now that she'd been made cross, she would now do what was required of John, and then would remind him of it throughout the day. Mum was good with guilt. With an exaggerated sigh, she exited the room. Patrick pointedly ignored the scowl John gave him. Patrick held his breath, waiting for what he hoped was soon to come.
"JOHN!"
Bingo. Patrick smiled innocently as John looking both confused, and highly concerned left the room. He couldn't here the exact content of the lecture, but he knew what it was about. The letter had been from John's teacher. His comportment, and his grades were of serious concern. And of course in typical bonehead thinking, he'd thought he could possibly hide it, and attempt to sort it out later. If there was one thing Mum took deadly seriously, it was the boys education. And so with Mum's voice preceding them, the two of them returned downstairs, and those dreaded words that made both boys quiver, "over the table."
Their mother didn't like having to try and balance her growing boys over her knee. She liked the control that was afforded her, when they were stretched out over the table. And so she'd gone to work on poor Johns naughty backside. But now, a bonus. A second spanking from his uncle Marc. Patrick knew that this was no small thing, as he'd been on the receiving end of one of his paddlings. They were always bare assed and Marc felt the need to utilize the dreaded slipper.
The afternoon came and Patrick did his best to avoid his older brother. He wanted desperately to taunt his sibling with his impending doom, but when John was in a foul mood, he could get nasty, so Patrick just sat there, reliving his first paddling, and imagining what the second one would be like.
The evening came to fast for John's liking. Marc arrived, and despite the fact that both boys had gone out of there way to make the day go smoothly for their mother, her mood had not altered.
Soon, Marc and their mother put in an appearance. Patrick rose to leave. John stood up to greet his uncle, despite the reason he'd come there for.
"Stay put Patrick. You've been mimicking your brother for some time. It seems whatever mischief he gets up to, so do you.. Well, this time you'll see what exactly you can expect if you follows in his footsteps." Both boys were quite amazed. It wasn't so much that they hadn't both seen the other spanked; it was that Patrick was a straight A student, and such a condition would never occur. To be honest, this was one spanking Patrick wished to attend.
"Let's get it over," his mother said. Marc began his usual routine. When called upon to spank either boy, he always wanted to talk with the offender, sometimes even letting the guilty talk him out of such action. But today he knew that there was no negotiation, John was going to be spanked! Even so, Marc wanted John to understand the implications, what he'd done wrong, and why he needed to be punished. They talked quietly, and then Marc gave him a quick hug. John proceeded to remove his jeans, and then slid his underwear down his muscular legs. He leaned over Marc's lap, his face disappearing as it went down to meet the floor.
"Ready," Marc queried.
"Yes," came Johns subdued reply.
Marc then proceeded to lay down a barrage of smacks, ignoring Johns cries. He let up after twenty stinging blasts.
"Oh no," his Mum quickly spoke up. "Not sufficient, I want him to learn a lesson. Fifty more at least." A choked sob sounded from John, as he comprehended the severity of his punishment. Even Patrick was taken aback.
Marc knew arguing would most likely cause more pain for John, so he simply proceeded, laying down those further blows as quickly as he could supply them. John was bouncing and yelling his lungs out, as the pain bit into his backside. When he'd finished, Marc lifted him from his lap, and held the boy close to him. Patrick looked with horror at the red spectacle that was his poor brothers butt.
Nearly ten minutes later, as John's sobs had quieted, Marc released him, kissed him on the cheek, and said something quietly into his ear. John whispered something back, and laid down upon his stomach. Patrick sat down softly beside him, gingerly rubbing those reddened cheeks. John drew in a sharp breath, and his butt contracted even from such a gentle touch. Patrick realized he must be in serious pain. He laid down next to his brother, and touched the back of John's blond head. Sniffing, he turned to face Patrick.
"John, I'm sorry this happened." The words hurt to say, since he'd set this all in motion.
"It's ok Pat. I've been a real jerk to you, and I shouldn't have hidden that note to start with. Mum was right, I did deserve a good hiding."
Patrick put his arms around his brother, still wanting to make it up to his brother. John pulled him closer, and the two held each other, letting their love for one another erase all the bad moments. By time dinner arrived, John and he were laughing and teasing each other per usual. John did have a hard time sitting comfortably at dinner though.