Hi Im Kevin, Im 15, my brother is paul, hes 14. I have been fascinated my spanking all my life and have read loads of the stories on here but sadly had never ever had one myself, have tried to spank myself but its not the same, messed around a bit once with paul but he didnt really enjoy it and it was very light.

Anyway that has all changed, Im pleased to be able to report that I have joined the ranks of all you other well thrashed guys and so has paul although I have to admit it was considerably more painful than I thought it would be. So here is our experience.

Our dad is a very laid back sort of person, occasionally we get told off but the most that ever happens if we get sent to bed early or grounded for a day or two. Neither me or Paul is an angel either, I guess we have a bit of a reputation in school, we are not bullys or anything but people dont mess with us. We hang around together all the time and have been known to do things we shouldn't from time to time and I guess our school work could be better. Anyway my mum and dad decided about 4 months ago, they needed a holiday without me and paul in tow so arranged to go to europe for a week at the end of February. Me and paul were really looking forward to them going, having the whole house to ourselves for a whole week, fantastic. But the day before they left our uncle and aunt arrived, our mum and dad had arranged for them to stay at the house while they were away, we were both really pissed about it but there was nothing we could do about it.

The first couple of days went Ok they were school days anyway so we didnt see much of my uncle or aunt, On the second day Friday, while we were at school, there was a bit of an incident, Me and paul got into this heated argument with another guy at school and things got a bit out of control and a few fists were thrown, all three of us ended up in front of the year tutor being yelled at but there wasnt much else they could do about it.

On Saturday morning a letter arrived in the post addressed to our dad which my uncle opened, it was from the school telling our dad about the fight the day before and the letter had been sent because the school was fed up of us being in trouble. We didnt know anything about it when the letter arrived we were still in bed, paul was fast asleep and I was jacking off when the bedroom door opened and my uncle came in which was so embarasing. He woke up paul and showed us both the letter. He then said something about how would our dad react if he read this, we both just shrugged, then he said well your dad isnt here so he would have to deal with the situation. We didnt know what he meant by that but we soon found out.

We were told to get up and go downstairs and not to bother getting dressed, he stood at the door as we got out of bed, I just had my socks on, Paul was completely naked, Paul went to reach for his shorts but our uncle told him he wouldn't need those and we were ordered out the room and down the stairs followed by our uncle, we went into the den and my uncle told us both to put our hands on our heads then started to lecture us about the fighting and how immature we were and then said he didn't know how our dad dealt with us but as far as he was concerned the only way to deal with immature guys was to thrash there bottoms and as our dad was away then it was up to him to administer things the way he felt fit.

Paul was very upset about the whole thing and started sobbing, me being the big mouth said he had no right to do this, on reflection that was a mistake.

He just looked at me with this really pissed off look on his face so I shut up, then he started to unbotton his shirt sleave and roll it up his arm. Then he started to unbuckle his belt and remove it from his pants, have to admit I was pretty close to tears now. He told paul to lower his hands then he took him by the arm and took him around to the back of the sofa and pushed him over it so his ass was sticking right up in the air, paul was really crying now. Our uncle folded over his belt then stood by the side of paul raised his arm above his shoulder and brought the belt down really hard on pauls bottom, paul really yelled and his whole body bucked. He didnt have long to wait for the next and the next and the next. All my thoughts about spanking being fun had kinda disapeared and I was bloody scared. Paul was howling like a baby but our uncle just kept laying into him. He got 15 whacks altogether. When he stood up I could see where the belt had landed on his ass, it was very very red but the stripes from the belt were very visible. He told paul to go back to the bedroom and he would be up to speak to him later. Paul sobbed and sobbed as he went out of the room.

Then our uncle looked at me, he told me at my age I should know better and I should be setting an example to paul and my big mouth would not get me very far in life. He ordered me to come over to the sofa and before I knew what was happening I was in the same position paul had been and yes I dont want to sound like a wimp but I was sobbing a bit. To which he made some comment about me not being so _c_o_c_k_y anymore. Then next thing I knew was the belt had landed on my bare ass, the pain was unbelivable, it brought stars to my eyes, the sting was intense and it shot through my whole body but before I could really think about it the next one landed just a bit lower and then the next lower still, the fourth was more on my thighs than my bottom and I screamed. Then he started at the top again and worked his way down my bottom going over the first four, I howled as much as paul, maybe more, 8 down then back to the top of my ass working his way down, that made 12 and I was in agony and my legs were buckling and I was crying so much they must have heard me next door. Anothe four licks accoss my bottom, that was 16 now please stop please stop I kept yelling, im sorry, im sorry, I yelled, but he started at the top again, another four down my bottom, up to 20, I promised to behave I promised I would do better, I said I was sorry so many times I lost count but the belting continued until I had taken 30 licks with it.

He had to help me off the sofa I could hardly walk, I was still telling him I was sorry, my ass was burning beyond description he told me to go back upstairs and I sort of limped out of the room. When I got to the bedroom paul was on his bed still crying, so was I, it was just so sore, I looked at my bottom in the mirror it looked like a tomato, it was so red and u could see the outline of the belt all over my ass.

Shortly after our uncle came up to the room and told us we were to saty in our room for the rest of the day, no dinner and our dad would be told about this incident when he returned (which he was). My bottom hurt for over a week, I can still see the marks that landed on my thighs but im kinda proud of them now, Im not saying I want him to ever do it again but In a way its good that it happened to me, didnt teach me any lessons or anything just now when I read all you other guys stories I might have a bit more sympathy for the takers.