This story was originally posted on MMSA Stories as MMMSPANK on January 3, 1998. I would like to thank everyone who has encouraged me since those early days.
Please remember, even though the names of people in this story may be similar to people in real life, this never happened. This is never going to happen. This is simply fiction. If you understand that, then please - enjoy!
Ike was looking out of the hotel room feeling miserable. 365 friggin days out of the year he has to spend with his family and once he finally meets some kids his own age to play with, he has to stay in and babysit his brothers while his folks go out.
"It's just not fair," Isaac growled.
They didn't listen. They found it hard to feel sorry for a 16 year old millionaire. Besides, they told him: they needed a night off more than he did! So, the 'rents left and he just glared at them: his two little brothers. Just try and mess up, he thought.
There was Taylor, the middle one. At thirteen he was the one all the girls wanted to be with. Nevermind that he had the personality of a turnip, Ike thought. He could not believe that he had to get sloppy seconds from his little brother: the one with "the voice!"
Funny thing was, since they recorded the album Taylor's voice had already changed. Just wait until you hear him on the crappy Christmas album, Ike thought.
Then there was Zac, the little 11 year old pain in the ass. Constantly talking, regardless of whoever else may be talking. Always mugging for the cameras, and trying hard to live up to his image as "the cute one."
Enjoy it while it lasts, Ike often thought. You'll get ugly soon enough! (If anyone knew about ugly it was Ike, the oldest). At fifteen, he was the one that was desperately out of place in this simple little, pop band that had surprisingly taken the world by storm. Deep down he wanted to be Trent Reznor... not Donny Osmond!!
So, they were stuck in the hotel room, reduced to watching bad television. Ike settled back to try and write some more brilliant songs, as the two younger ones fought for the remote. Having enough, Ike snatched the remote, flicked it to BET and said, "Here! Enjoy!!"
"Oh! This is great!" Zac said, in his funny Ha-Ha voice.
"If you don't like it," Ike said, standing up and walking menacingly over the the baby boy of the family, "then it must be time to hop in the tub!"
Zac took this as a clue to be silly, and started running around the room trying to keep away from Ike "The Stripper" Hanson!! Joining in was Taylor, who (at first seemed to be on Zac's side) until he had the opportunity to turn on the little brat.
Together Taylor and Ike flung Zac on the bed. Ike sat on his chest as he told Taylor to go turn the water on in the tub. Taylor (never the graceful one) staggered into the bathroom and he turned on the water.
"No! Noooooooo!" Zac cried out, as Ike started tickling the little boy.
Taylor returned, and with Ike still atop Zac, Taylor undid the boy's shoes and whipped off his cool purple socks. Zac was howling with laughter as the tickling kept going. Then Ike stopped, getting up and grabbing the little tyke by the arms, and lifting them over his head.
"I'll get in the tub!" Zac cried out.
"Too late," Ike said, as in one tug. he took off the eleven year old's shirt, carefully bringing it over his long hair. Meanwhile, Taylor was undoing Zac's belt and unsnapping his pants.
"Hey!" Ike said to the middle brother. "Keep that belt! I may need it later!" Taylor laughed, and threw the belt to the side, as he began sliding off the jeans of his wiggling and twisting sibling.
"Noooo!" Zac continued to cry out, as his pants joined his shirt, shoes, socks and belt on the floor.
"Well, Taylor," Ike said, slightly out of breath. "Only one more thing to do then." And before anyone answered, Ike and Taylor began tickling and tickling and tickling the squealing child.
"I'm...I'm...gonna...peeeeeee!" Zac cried out, but before things got that far both Taylor and Ike took hold of their little brother's under-roos and did a one-two-THREE...and off they came.
For an awkward moment all three looked at each other: Zac was completely naked and embarrassed, and curled up on the bed. Taylor noticed that Zac's little, hairless penis was fully aroused. This was getting him a little turned on too: he had never seen someone else's hard pecker before, even if it was his little brother.
"Come on!" Isaac said, flinging Zac over his shoulder. Zac made a pained noise, as his boner got squashed on Ike's shoulder blades. Mere moments late, Zac was in the tub, and the boner was going away.
"Now, no more fooling around!" Ike hollered at Zac. "Taylor! Get in here and watch him."
"I don't need him watching me!" Zac snapped back.
Taylor came in pouting. "Why do I have to watch him?"
"Because your bath is next!" Ike hissed back.
"I don't need a bath!" Taylor yelled.
"Mom and Dad said you do," Ike pointed out.
"HA! HA!" Zac said, in that annoying sing-song voice. "You've gotta take a bath too!"
"Shut up, dil weed!" Taylor said, getting flushed: his boner was still raging in his pants, and he didn't want either of his brothers to see it.
"Make me!" said the naked, little hairless Hanson, before splashing water out and getting it all over Ike.
"OOOOH!" Ike screamed, as Zac turned pale in horror. "THAT'S IT!" He then reached into the tub, and drug his bare little brother out and back to the beds. With Taylor watching on (and as excited as ever), Ike then proceeded to give "the cute one" a sound spanking.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
"Nooo!!" Zac was really howling.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
The tears started welling up, as the blows continued to fall.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
"Please Ike! OOOHH!! No...OHHHH...more!!!
SLAP! SLAP!! SLAP!!
This was music to Ike's ears. Maybe they should record it!
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!!
He then stood Zac up, his ass now glowing from the heat. Before the kid could do anything, he was then being placed (by Ike!) over Taylor's knee for another round of hard, hand spankings.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Being a novice at the art of spanking, Taylor finally found his groove.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Taylor's hard on began throbbing in his pants.
SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!!
Zac was screaming bloody murder, as Ike sat back to watch the show. Taylor was trying to do something so he didn't cum in his pants...
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
"You gotta hit him harder than that, Taylor!" Ike said.
SLAP! SLAP!! SLAP!!
"Screw you!" Taylor said, now deciding to really wail on the squealing 11 year old. "I'm getting the job done!"
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Taylor closed his eyes as he had his first real orgasm, as he continued to spank his brother...shaking from the after shock...
SLAP! SLAP!! SLAP!!
And when the last of Taylor's were given, Ike marched the child back to his tub and told him to stay in there and not to get out until he was told too. Then Ike left, obviously still fuming.
Zac rested back, and began to message his butt under the water. He could hear shouting from the next room: Ike must have been pissed at that "screw you" comment, Zac thought. Moments later, Taylor was heard screaming "Nooooooo!"
Then, WHACK!
Ouch! Zac thought. That sounded different.
WHACK!
This time Taylor's cries accompanied the whack. What was that...
WHACK!
OH! Zac thought. That's my belt! Ike was whipping Taylor with the belt on the floor. Zac settled back as Taylor received 20 hard belt licks from Ike. He was crying worse than Zac had minutes earlier. Zac was a little annoyed he couldn't have come in to watch THAT scene play out.
When it was done, a sobbing naked Taylor was marched into the bathroom and told to soak in the tub. No one made mention of the sperm all interwoven in Taylor's downy pubic hair. Zac was then told to get out, his bottom still warmed over, but at least (he thought) he get away without meeting THE BELT!
Ike never received any more problems from his brothers that night, and his folks also noticed that from then on out, their oldest meal ticket no longer objected to babysitting.