My name is Lau. I am 15 and I live in a country in Asia. Every summer me and my brothers are sent to America to work in my grandfather's business and to study English. It is a custom in my culture that any older brother can give physical discipline to younger males in the family, especially if the parents are not there to do it. Since my grandfather was getting too old to handle it and my parents were not with us in the summers, as the youngest brother of four, my ass suffered a lot during these trips. It's funny but each of my three brothers all had different styles when it came to spanking me.
Toby is my next oldest brother. He's 17 now. Even though he is the youngest of my other three brothers, I used to hate getting spanked by him the most. Whenever my grandfather told him to "take Lou upstairs and spank him for....", whatever I did that day, Toby would react fearfully and quickly march me upstairs. He was really afraid of my grandfather and was worried that if he didn't give me a hard enough spanking, grandfather would then give him a really hard one. That's what happened the first time he was ordered to do it and every time after that he spanked me really hard.
He would go get the bamboo rod that my grandfather kept in the hall closet and push me into the bedroom. "Please don't Toby" I would plead, "I'll give you my new yo-yo." "Forget it, punk. Grandfather's going to inspect your ass when we're finished and no way he's using this rod on my butt." Then he dragged me over to him and sat down on the bed, pulled my pants down and turned me over his knee and started whacking me hard with the rod: whack, whack, whack; sometimes 8, 10 or 12 times. The rod raised welts on my tender butt and I cried out in pain with every swat. Sure enough, my grandfather was there to inspect my butt after it was over to be sure he was satisfied with the spanking Toby gave me.
My next older brother, Kevin who is 19 now, wasn't much easier on me. He was more defiant of my grandfather. He liked to be in charge, so whenever he got the order to spank me, he would ask what I had done and sometimes argue that I shouldn't get spanked but when he agreed, watch out, he liked to deliver an ass-stinging. He would take me right upstairs and not waste any time. He wouldn't use the bamboo rod though, he just used whatever belt I was wearing. He would tell me to walk over to him and stand next him while he lectured me as he sat on the bed. Then he undid my belt and slid it out of the loops, pulled down my pants and bent me over his knee and went to work on my behind, whipping me with it until my butt was bright red with welts and I was cryin' like a little kid.
My oldest brother, Mark who's 21 now, never argued with my grandfather when he was told to discipline me. He just listened to what I did, deciding how bad I was gonna get it. He had been in America the longest, so he had the most American punishment style. He kept a wooden paddle in the desk drawer in the bedroom we all shared. When he used it on me (or my other brothers), he would slide it out of the drawer while I watched, then order me to bend over the side of the desk. He never made me take my pants down but that paddle stung so hard it didn't matter. As I waited fearfully for the first lick, he would touch my butt with the paddle, half for aim and half to scare me, and then begin several hard whacks that left my behind on fire and crimson red when he was finished. I wasn't allowed to stand up until he told me I could.
After each of the spankings I got from each of my brothers, I had to stand before them and bow in respect, usually with tears streaming down my face. I often think of these spankings these days, especially when I'm going to sleep at night and get a hard-on. The only thing I really wish for is for my parents to have another son so I get to be on the other side of the spankings.
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