"I'm out of here. I'm already in deep _s_h_i_t_." It was 2am on Friday night and Deacon and his friends, Jack and Steve were standing outside the 7 eleven sipping slurpies.
"Is Deac afraid he's gonna get a spanking from big brother?"Steve taunted him.
"Hey, it's not funny. He spanks hard and i am really in for it if that theater called them." The three of them had decided that it would be fun to sneak into a movie. They had already paid for one and decided to see a second one for free. They got caught and kicked out of the theater but first the manager took down their numbers. The manager knew them so they decided it was best not to lie about their numbers.
"Yeah, my dad is gonna tan my hide pretty good too." Jack said.
The three broke up and headed home.
Deacon was tall for his age. At 13, he stood at 5'11.He had short light brown hair and was extremely skinny. He worked out a lot and had a nice build for a kid his age.
His father had passed away just a year ago, leaving his mother to raise him and his four brothers alone. She worked two jobs to support them. She was working a grave yard shift that night. His eldest brother, Kemp had quit school to help her out. He took care of all the discipline.
Deacon was walking very very slowly. He was already to hours late and was not looking forward to what was in store for him when he got home. He was hoping Kemp just gave up on him and went to bed. No such luck. When Deacon opened up the door to thei apartement building, kemp was talking on the phone with someone.
"...he just came in. I'm sure Jack will be home soon. Call me if he doesn't and I'll help you look for him. Goodnight."
Deacon was trying to sneak away before Kemp hung up the phone.
"FREEZE!" Kemp stopped him in his tracks."WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?"
"out,"Deacon replied cooly.
"Yeah, out causing trouble. the theater called. You want to explain that?"
"Come on Kemp, it's not like you've never gotten into trouble when you were my age."
"Yeah, I did and dad kicked my butt everytime. Just like I'm gonna kick yours. "Kemp replied sternly."Come here."
Deacon had to think fast to get himself out of this one. "But your gonna wake everybody up."
"They'll be alright."
Deacon still hesitated."If I have to come and get you, your getting it bare."
This threat got him moving. Kemp sat down on the coach and had soon as Deacon got close enough he grabbed his arm and pulled him over his lap.
"This is just for coming in two hours past your curfew. Your getting the belt for sneaking into the theater."
Deacon groaned. This was going to be a very very long night. Kemp started in on his butt.. But it wasn't with his hand, like Deacon was expecting. It was with his little brother's rubber ball paddle toy that had been lying on the floor.
Kemp lectured him during the entire spanking. Emphasizing every word with a smack from the paddle.
" Do SMACK you SMACK realize SMACK how SMACK worried SMACK I SMACK was SMACK about SMACK you."
"OW Kemp!" Deacon screamed. "Ease up. I'M SORRY!" kemp didn't even consider the idea. If anything it seemed like he was hitting harder.
"I SMACK am SMACK so SMACK diss- SMACK -app-SMACK -oint-SMACK-ed SMACK in SMACK you. I SMACK thought SMACK you SMACK knew SMACK better SMACK then SMACK to SMACK stay SMACK out SMACK so SMACK late. Esp- SMACK-ecial- SMACK-ly SMACK when SMACK you knew SMACK you SMACK were SMACK in SMACK trouble."
The whole thing didn't reduce Deacon to tears but he was pretty close.
Kemp stopped. "Stand up."He ordered. "Drop your jeans."
"Kemp, come on. I've learned my lesson. Really!" Deacon just wouldn't give up.
But again kemp's threat worked. "If I have to do it the boxers are coming down too."
"Fine." Deacon sighed. He did as he was told, procrastinating as much as he could. First he fumbled with the button on his jeans and then he pretended his jeans got stuck on his boxers.
Kemp had enough. he finally came up from behind him and pulled both his jeans and boxers down, displaying his smooth, firm, but very, very red ass.
"Now. Lean over the arm of the couch." Kemp said firmly as he unbuckled his belt and pulled it out of his jean loops. Once Deacon was positiond, Kemp doubled his belt over and proceeded the final stage of the whipping. He was only going ot give him 15 lashes since his butt was already extremely red. This time there was no lecturing.
CRACK The belt landed on Deacon's left butt cheek. He gasped but no sound escaped his lips. Kemp then let the next four fall. One right after the other. He rotated from the right cheek to the left. CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK .Deacon let out a scream. The tears were starting to fall from his eyes. The next ten lashes were the worst. Kemp decided to concentrate on his upper thighs. he put all of his strength into it.
CRACK "AAAAUUUUUUGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!" Deacon wasn't expecting that. But before he had the chance to recover the next one fell.
CRACK "OWWWW!!!" CRACK "PLEASE KEMP!."CRACK "I'M SORRY!"CRACK "PLEASE STOP" CRACK CRACK . Deacon gave up on screaming and quietly sobbed through the last three. CRACK CRACK CRACK
Kemp stopped and put his belt back in his jeans. Deacon gingerely got up and pulled his boxers and jeans back up. He could feel his brother's eyes on him but was too embarassed to look up.
Kemp sat back down on the couch.
"Kemp?"Deacon asked quietly.
"Yeah" Kemp turned to his brother.
"I really am sorry."
"Yeah, I know you are." He got up and hugged his little brother tightly in his arms." There's no way I'm gonna let you turn into some punk. I love you too much." Kemp said while they were embracing each other.
"By the way your grounded for a week." Deacon groaned." Now go to bed." Kemp ordered and gave him one more playful swat on his butt.
Deacon slept on his stomach that night.