This story was originally posted on MMSA Stories as simply "Home for Improvement" on March 4. 1998.
Please remember, even though the names of people in this story may be similar to people in real life, or even in fictional real life, this never happened. This is never going to happen. This is simply fiction. If you understand that, then please - enjoy!
This may sound a little weird to you, but I don't care. My brother Brad and I had a special agreement: even though he was only a year older than me, he would be my official disciplinarian. In exchange, he would not tell Dad or Mom all the crap that I did.
For example, if Brad caught me smoking, it would be Brad who would spank me, and not Mom or Dad. I knew they would go through the roof if they ever found out anything at all like that, and ground me for a good month. Spanking, while painful as hell, was much better because they were over with pretty soon.
I still laugh at how clueless Mom and Dad were, all those times Brad and I would go to his room or my room for a tanning session. Either that, or they just didn't care that Brad was reddening my hide. Hell, at some point our youngest brother, Mark, found out about the deal, and he's a dope. However, Brad convinced him that it would be good for him too, and he agreed that Brad could also discipline him too when he needed it ( which wasn't very often since he was such a little pussy).
As we were growing up, Mark and I were all right pals and got along pretty well. After big old Brad had hit puberty, I found that I got along better with Mark. That's the joy of being the middle kid, I suppose. During this time (Brad was 14, I was still a hairless 13, and Mark was 11) we were usually under the thumb of Brad, which united against him. This was when we would try his patience and we would get spanked. He was turning out to be a lot stricter than Tim...I mean, Dad.
While Brad usually spanked us one at a time, sometimes we would get spanked together. One time I remember real well, we found a collection of coins Brad had and each took two silver dollars. When he found them missing, he immediately guessed that we had taken them and he took his brown leather belt off, doubled it up, and spanked us on our underpants really hard.
Even though Mark was already taller than me (even though he was the youngest Taylor kid), I usually got to boss him around. One time, though, when our parents were gone for a long weekend (Thursday through Monday, at some Cable TV convention), Brad was trying to decide if he should leave us or go on a ski weekend with some of his high school pals; Mom and Dad said that he could go, but only if had either our next door neighbor (Wilson) or Dad's friend (Al) to come watch me and Mark.
Friday morning Brad told us that he was going to go skiing, and he was going to ask Wilson to stop on in. Mark and I begged him not to ask the neighbors. We swore we wouldn't tell the folks that he hadn't asked if he just let us be in charge of ourselves. Brad thought about it and agreed, but that one of us still needed to be in charge of the other brother. This was great, because I thought I would be the one chosen. To my great surprise, just before he left, Brad told us that MARK (!!!) was in charge.
"Why?!" I yelled.
"Because you've been acting like a baby," Brad snapped. He then warned me, in a somber voice, that Mark was taking his place in ALL respects and if I caused any trouble, I would get spanked really hard by him when he got back. And after he spanked me, he would let Mark spank me again!! OH GOD, NO!!! With that, off he went on Friday night.
Now Mark, like I said, was pretty easy going. He was considered the sweet kid, who Mom and Dad adored. This time, though, he acted like he was really looking forward to telling me what to do. So not too long after our older brother left, while we were sitting in the bedroom we had started sharing (ever since Brad sprang those pubes), Mark told me to go in and clean up the kitchen.
"F u c k you, I'm chatting on-line," I said, flicking him off.
Mark told me if I didn't get downstairs and clean up the kitchen right away, he was going to spank me. I laughed, thinking he was just kidding. Without saying another word, Mark quickly unbuckled the black leather belt he was wearing, pulled it off, doubled it up, just like Brad, and came over to me and turned off the computer.
"Hey, douche!" I said. "I was chatting with some cute girl!"
"It was probably some old fat guy," Mark said. "Now, get up and turn around!" "What do you think you're doing?" I sneered.
He told me he was going to spank me with his belt. I told him I wouldn't do it. He said he would tell Brad, and (unfortunately) I knew what that meant, a really hard spanking. So I told him I would go down and clean up the kitchen. He said it was too late, that I was getting a spanking and I had better hurry. He added that now I had to take my overalls down because I didn't bend over when he first told me. I slowly lowered the overalls and turned around, still hoping the little turd wasn't serious. Then he told me to bend over. I bent over and put my hands on the bed.
Mark brought his belt over his head and started spanking me on my underpants, not as hard as our older brother would, but it still stung. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! He gave me about ten slashes with his belt (YOW-CH!) and then asked me if I would go down and clean up the kitchen. I rubbed my ass, saying I would, as I started to pull my pants up.
"No way, dude!" Mark said, as he then told me to go down in just my underpants!
"But it's cold!" I whined.
"Then I'll just have to warm you up, Randy!" he laughed. "Now, go! STEP BY STEP is going to be on soon!"
So I stepped out of the overalls and went to clean up the kitchen in just my briefs. Mark came down and watched me, placing his belt on the table. When I was done, he told me I still had ten MORE slashes with his belt coming for not cleaning the kitchen up when he told me to. I started to argue but he reminded me that he was in charge and he would just tell Brad.
"Okay," I whimpered, not believing I was actually getting orders from a PRE-teen!
He told me to bend over the kitchen table and laid into me... SPANK! SPANK!... giving me ten hard swats with his belt. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!! Mark was really gaining in experience and this time he took really hard full swings with his belt...SPANK! SPANK!... and it really stung. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! I was yelping when he hit me with each swat. Then he stopped and told me I could go and put my overalls back on.
I still wasn't giving into this though, because later that night, after we had watched (STEP BY STEP), Mark told me to go to bed.
"I'm not a little kid, Mark!" I said. "I can stay up later if I want to."
"Randy, do I need to remind your butt that I'm in charge?" Mark snapped. He then said that it was time to go to bed or get another spanking.
This was pissing me off, and so I told him I wasn't going to go, and I turned my attention to the television again. He left the room for a few minutes and returned holding Brad's belt with him, doubled up in his hand. This belt was an old brown leather one, pretty wide and heavy. It was the one we had gotten spanked with when we took his coins.
Mark told me to come up to the bedroom with him because I was going to get another spanking. Of course, I didn't want to go and I argued with him some more. Now HE was starting to get mad and (once again) told me he would just tell Brad if I didn't go right now.
DARN!
I wish Al or Wilson had watched us after all (although, I bet Wilson was a spanker in his day too!)
So I got up and followed Mark and the belt up the stairs to our room. I can remember following, watching him carrying the belt by his side and thinking how much it was doing to hurt and how embarrassing it was going to be; was there any way I could get out of this?
DARN! DARN! DARN!!!!
Once we got there, Mark told me to take my overalls off again, and reluctantly I did it. Then he sat on his bed and told me to come over by him. I slowly went over and he got me to bend over his lap. Once he had me like that, he took the brown belt and started spanking me really hard with it.
WHACK! WHACK!! WHACK!!!! WHACK!!
I was crying up a storm, as he held on to me pretty tight. This was the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened...
WHACK!!
"OUCH! OOOOWWWW!"...s h i t...to me!
WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!
"OhhhhhhHHH!!!!"
WHACK!! WHACK!!!
This time, thought, he didn't stop with ten slashes. In fact, when he got to the ten he had the bright idea to drop my underpants and continue the spanking on my naked ass!
WHACK!! WHACK!!
The belt made a really loud smack as it landed on throbbing, bare bottom. It was on fire!!
WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!!
I was fussing and fussing for him to stop, and a few times I almost was able to...
WHACK!!
"OUCH!"..._f_u_c_k_!...get away...
WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!
By now Mark was mad because I hadn't done what he said, and kept spanking me for a really long time. He must have given me thirty swats with it.
WHACK! WHACK!! WHACK!!
"OOHH! "OHHHHHH!!!" "OOOOOOOHHHHHHH-HOOOO"
I don't know which was louder - the sound of the belt agains my exposed flesh, or my screaming.
WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!
Finally, after Mark had really warmed my butt, he stopped and told me to get off his lap. Then he told me to go to bed, which I did right away, not bothering to put anything on. I just rested on my stomach naked, crying and whimpering my self to sleep.
We got along pretty well for most of the next day, because I remembered the spanking with the belt he had given me (that was so embarrassing!) the night before. But (once again) when it came time to go to bed, I didn't want to go and this time I just asked if I could stay up. It was embarrassing to have to ask your younger brother for permission to stay up a little later.
"No way," he said.
"Please, Mark," I begged. "Brad usually lets me watch WALKER?"
"Well, I'm not Brad!" he growled.
"You could have fooled me!" I said.
"What does that mean, Randy?"
"You're being just as big a prick as he has ever been!" I said, suddenly realizing the tingling my butt had experienced the night before. "Oh, Mark...I'm sorry..."
Too late - Mark was really angry. He said he guessed that I hadn't learned a lesson the night before, and so he was going to have to spank me AGAIN.
"No...please...!"
"Go up to our room and wait," the little blonde Nazi barked. He then said that I should have my over-alls down when he came there to spank me. If I had learned one thing that weekend it was NOT to argue with Mark, so I grudgingly went up to the room, took my overalls off, and sat on his bed. This was simply the worst! Waiting to be spanked by your 11 year old, sadist little brother!!
A few minutes later, Mark came in. I was expecting him to have our brother's belt with him but instead, he had gotten Brad's brand new Scout paddle out (Brad was so proud of it when he made it for his wood working merit badge...the sight of it always straightened me and Mark right up).
Mark came over with the paddle and told me to get up and turn around. When I bent over, he gave me a series of really hard swats on the seat of my cotton briefs.
SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!
Since neither he nor I had ever been spanked with this paddle, neither one of us knew what to expect. I was surprised how much it hurt and started crying after only about five swats.
SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!
Man that was stinging! I was in so much pain, my butt started wiggling about trying to avoid...
SWAT...
"OOOOOOOH"...the hard kiss of the wood!
SWAT!! SWAT!! SWAT! SWAT!!
Even though I was crying, he kept spanking away, giving me fifteen hard swats. Then he stopped and told me to get up. I stood up, rubbing my butt, and sniffling from the spanking. Mark just stood there looking at me, then he said to take off my underpants.
"No, please, Mark..." I cried in agony.
"Do it!" he yelled.
I did as I was told, slowly slipping them down to my ankles, stepping out of them, and then turning around for him to inspect my red, bruised fanny. Then he said, he wasn't sure I had learned my lesson, and he told me to go get Brad's belt from the bedroom.
I decided against arguing and (still naked) went into Brad's bedroom and got his belt from his bed, where Mark had left it the night before. I brought it back to him and handed it to him, not saying another damaging word. He doubled it up and sat on his bed, patting his lap.
"Can I put on my underwear?" I asked, sheepishly.
"No way, dude!" Mark patted his lap again. I sighed and laid out, grabbing a hold of his leg (once, when Brad was spanking me, I flung my hand back to protect my ass and my hand was smacked with the belt - from then on, whenever Mark or I were over the lap of the spanker, we always hooked our arms to their leg). He adjusted me a couple of times, until he was in the perfect swatting position. My naked, crimson butt was starting to get goosebumps on it, the anticipation was so terrible.
"Have you learned your lesson, Randy?" Mark asked, in that whiney, nasal tone of his.
"Yea-yeah..." I stammered, thinking that there couldn't be that many 13 year old out in the world that were spanked bare ass (much less by their 11 year old, nerdling brother!!)
"Good, because I don't enjoy doing this any more than you do," he said before cracking up. "Actually, that's not true. "I do enjoy it pretty much, and I'm guessing you pretty much hate it, right?"
"Yeah..." I cried, wishing he would just start so that he could finish. I hated THE lecture. Especially when I was totally naked, and red...
"Good, at least your honest, Randy," Mark said.
Then he started really spanking me, harder than before, laying down whack after whack after horrible whack, while I kicked my legs and shouted for mercy. It was a blistering ten minutes of sheer hell, as I eventually went limp and sobbed like the broken child I was. Finally, my little (although not smaller) brother let me up and I went to bed.
When Brad came back on Sunday, neither of us told him about what had happened, but that was the last time that Mark was left in charge and he never got to spank me again.