Hey all! Another repost - this one was originally posted on MMSA Stories as "A Very Brady Spanking" on January 26, 1998. If you really want to check out excellent fictional spankings of popular characters, please check out the archive for "Eric Blyton."
As much as I wish this had happened, the following never happened and never would ever happen.
Bobby was in trouble. He knew his Mom and Alice would have to tell Dad about flooding the laundry room. All he wanted to do was wash his clothes! How was he to know that he shouldn't put a whole box of detergent in the washer? He was only ten!
He felt like such a knucklehead!
Of course, it was how he got the clothes dirty in the first place: he had gone to rescue the kitty cat of that cute girl. The cat was trapped in the old abandoned house that was going to be torn down. He had to help her, even if he was wearing his nice clothes because he was having his picture taken at school because he was a member of the safety patrol.
He felt like such a ding-aling!
He went into the house, and just as he got the cat from the chimney, the cat got spooked and jumped down on his head, and ran out. He was covered in black ash from head to toe!! Dad would kill him! There was only one thing he could do...wash his clothes before the family got home.
He felt like such a nit-wit!!
The week leading up to that, Bobby Brady was not the most popular kid in the school, or around the house. How could he help it, if he just reported what people were doing wrong. He even wrote up his sister, Cindy, for running in the hall. Carol, their mother, explained to Cindy that Bobby was just doing his job! That, if he was a police man, and she ran a red light, she would expect Bobby to give her a ticket!
"Your own son!" Cindy was stunned. "If my son ever gave me a ticket for speeding, I'd give him a SPANKING!"
But it just wasn't at school! Around the house, Bobby Brady began taking reports on all of his siblings: Greg for coming in late; Jan for not doing her dishes; Marcia for annoying Jan with her perfectness ("Marcia! Marcia! Marcia!") and Peter for masturbating at all hours of the day (ever since he hit puberty, he was obsessed with masturbating!) Bobby wrote it all down.
"I'd like to give him a kick in his fat little end!" Greg told Marcia while they were painting the new boat Dad got.
Yes sir, Bobby sure was feeling like stinker! Then he goes and breaks the rules, then tries to cover it up! He new his Dad would only take so much.
"Son," Mike Brady said, that evening after dinner. "There are rules, and there are rules regarding rules. And if we don't follow the rules governing rules, we are subject to the rules governing the rules governing those rules. When the rules break down, the rules say that there is a course of action that must go into action. It's simply, the rules. Do you understand?"
"I'm going to get spanked, aren't I , Dad?" Bobby asked sheepishly.
"Don't you think that's what should happen."
"No." He was at least honest.
"Well, I do. And so does your Mother, and so does Greg, and so does Marcia and so does Peter, and so does Jan, and so does, and so does Alice..."
"Alice thinks so?"
"Yes. And so does Sam, and so does Bibi Golini, and so does Tiger..."
"Tiger! My dog! Did you find him?"
"Actually, no, what we took a vote, and agreed that Tiger would also want you to be spanked."
"Drat!" Bobby knew he was outnumbered. "Doesn't anyone think I deserve a second chance?"
"Actually, Buddy Henton thought we should go easy on you, and spank Peter and Cindy instead, but then we asked ourselves...why the hell our we asking mean old Buddy Henton in the first place."
"Drat!"
And with that, Mike got up off his chair, and walked over to his youngest son. He tossled Bobby's recently permed hair (all Brady men had perms), and brought him over to the couch in the den. Then, to Bobby's horror, he began undoing the kid's belt, and started unzipping his pants.
"Not bare, Dad!" Bobby whined.
"Oh, you bet!" Mike stepped back, as he eased the bell-bottoms all the way to the floor. Bobby was so nervous; he had never been spanked bare before! "Alice told me how you and Cindy liked to go to the neighbor's house and swim in their pool in the nude..."
"Alice told you that...?"
"Yes," and with that, Mike pulled down Bobby's briefs all the way to his knees. "So, I figured, you wouldn't mind being bare for this special occasion."
And with that, Bobby was placed over Mike's lap. He was thinking about anything more he could say, but he realized that it was time to let the action do the talking. He lifted his hand, but before he could connect on Bobby's perfectly plump fanny, a knock came to the door.
"Ahhh," Mike sighed. "Come in!" It was Cindy. She came in and smiled at poor Bobby's predicament. "Cindy, can this wait? I'm about ready to spank your brother." Bobby felt horrible!!
"Actually, Daddy, I came in here looking for my doll."
"Kitty Karyall?"
"Yes, have you seen her?"
"No."
"Have you Bobby?" Cindy asked, in the sweetest of tones.
"No," he answered.
"Okay, I look for her elsewhere. I'm sorry, Daddy. Spank away!" Then off she left.
Mike lifted his hand again, and then let it land over Bobby's quivering, shaking butt. SPANK! Bobby let out and "OUCH!" as Mike let another one fall SPANK! and Bobby let another "OHHH!" Before a third could connect there was another knock at the door.
"Come in!" Mike said.
This time it was Greg, with his girlfriend (!), Raquel! Oh lord, Bobby thought! This couldn't get any worse!
"What is it, Greg? Can't you see I'm punishing your little brother?"
"I'm sorry, Dad, but I was wondering if I could borrow your car. Raquel's Mom is making meatloaf."
"I suppose," Mike said, before shocking all of them with a public SPANK! "Just make sure and be home by nine. It's a..." SPANK! "...school night."
"Groovy! Thanks Dad."
"By, Mr. Brady. Good bye, Bobby!" Rockwell said, with glee; she always hated Bobby since he ruined two dates with Greg.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! Five quick hard swats were delivered before there was another knock at the door. Bobby was not crying openly, completely humbled by this horrific experience.
"Come in!" Mike no longer cared who came in; just as long as he got to spank his boy!
SPANK! SPANK!
This time it was Marcia AND Jan. They were having an argument over which tasted better; Mom's apple pie, or Alice's huckleberry pie.
SPANK! SPANK!
"Well, you know me girls..."
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"Your Mom's apple pie is the greatest food since fried pickles!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"OOOOH!!! NOOOOO! OH! OH! OH!!!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!! SPANK!!
Bobby was now crying up a storm, as Marcia and Jan began giggling. They always wondered what it would look like if Bobby ever got a spanking. Now they knew!! They left, as Bobby was now sobbing and howling like the punished child he was!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
There was another knock at the door. This time it was Carol, who needed to use the typewriter to work on her new advice column she was writing for the local paper. She was all set to carry it out, when Mike stopped her and told her he was almost done, and she might as well just use it in the den.
"I only have about another twenty," he informed his lovely wife.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"OHHH! OH! OH! OHHHH!!! NOOO!!!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!! SPANK!!
Bobby Brady's bare bottom was now totally red and sore. He still had a little fight in him, but Mike was much too strong to let him squirm anywhere!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"Besides, it might make a great column!" Mike told Carol. his had was hurting a little!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"AWWWY! OH! OOOOOOOOOH! OH! PLEASE!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!! SPANK!!!
Bobby was now totally dejected, as both Peter and Alice found excuses to come in and witness a Brady first.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!! SPANK!!
Bobby was sent to his room where he laid naked on his bed and cried his little eyes out. The other kids came in to check him out. Most rubbed his bottom to see how warm it was. All made fun of him. He felt totally dejected; completely unloved. He could not believe his father, Michael Brady, would lay into him 44 hard, searing, bare handed spanks to his naked fanny!
"I bet Danny Partridge never gets spanked by Mr. Kincade!" Bobby mumbled, rubbing his little bottom.