This story is about a 13 year old boy, living with his brother and sister-in-law. It depicts spanking M/b, F/b (b non-consenting). If this makes your blood boil, go and read the fairy tales by the GRIMM brothers. Those too are very exciting, even for kids.
This story has been told to me (the writer) by my French friend Marc le Fesseur and his wife Mireille (Mir for the friends). Although I do not endorse their views on child rearing, I found the theme interesting enough to share it with my readers. Compare it with a writer telling how a murder was planned and commited.
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The first spanking I ever gave my younger brother Jacques was when he was 10y old. I was 23 at that time. I had a degree for teaching English, but had not found an open position yet, hence I worked as an employee in a big company for the time being. I liked Jacques very much and despite the age difference we were really good friends. On weekends I used to play football with him or take him for a ride on the bicycle.
Than our Maman had a little accident, burning her right hand at a hot pan. The very same evening Jacques came home from school with terrible bad marks on his monthly schoolreport. Maman had been warning him over an over again that he did not work hard enough, but the little brat allways told her he had already worked on his homework at a friend's home. (In fact she later found out the friend told his parents the same story, as both boys used the gained time to play in the nearby parc.)
Of course she was very angry at him. She told him she would give him a serious spanking, but the brat bursted out laughing: "Eh, eh, you can not with your sore hand!!"
But to his disappointment she asked me to deal with his spankings. I did not like the idea at all, me inflicting pain to my little bro, but she insisted.
"Come on, Jacques", she said, "you know what to do." Reluctantly he approached me and bended over in order to lay over my lap.
"Oh, no, young man", Maman exclaimed, "you know my rules!" I remembered from my own youth that Maman allways punished on the bare butt. Jacques now stood away from me and lowered his trousers. "Shoes, socks and shirt also", Maman barked. When he stood in his underpants he again came over to me and laid over my lap.
Maman told me to give him 20 spanks on his undies, for warming up his bottom as she called it.
I complied and gave him a light swat on his right buttock. "This one does not count!", Maman ordered, "Harder, much harder", I raised my hand as high as I could and the next blow echoed through the room. Immediatly he started crying: "I'm sorry, please Maman, let Jen stop, I will a good boy from now on."
I looked at Maman, but she gave me a sign to continue. After some 20 spanks she told me to stop. With a sigh Jacques jumped up, thinking it was over. But Maman told me to bare his buttocks. Immediatly I felt some excitment. Putting my thumbs in the elastic waistband - one at his back, the other at his tummy - I shoved the underpants down ever so slowly. Just by incident I touched his small genitals for a second or two as my hands inched their way down.
He than had to stretch his lithe body over my knees again. Looking at the now totaly nude boy I could not help it, but I got a full erection.
"Now I want you to give him really stinging slaps. And you must leave at least 15 seconds between each whack, that way the heath of the pain has time to penetrate deep into his flesh", Maman instructed me.
His bum had already a nice rosy colour from the spanks on his underpants. I now started to spank him really hard. In his trying to avoid the inflicted pain his whole body wriggled from left to right. I had to struggle to keep him over my lap. From time to time I glanced at my mother, to see whether she would say to stop. But she just nodded to continue as I was busy.
I had lost count, but I estimate I had given him about 50 spanks and his whole bum was fiercy red by now, when Maman told me that I could stop.
As usual at our home he had to stand in the corner for half an hour. It was quite some sight, that slender nude boy with his red protruding buttocks.
Before Maman's hands were better there were a few other occassions to have the boy over my knee. But I must say, that first one still is the one that left the deepest impression on me.