Zachary Walker Hanson, was two things. He was a mere two days from turning fourteen, and he was totally miserable. Now you'd think that being quite wealthy, (though the boys thought little of this, in fact totally unaware of exactly how much they were worth), one of the most sought after young men by their fans, and having one of the most loving families in history, he'd be content. Unfortunately, this was not the case.
He tried to remind himself what a incredible life he had. His brothers and sisters had done all the normal things. Friends, sports teams, and their ever favorite past time, dirt bike racing. Now of course he'd seen more of the world than most people ever could. But that in part was the problem.
Promoting Hanson was a grueling job, that left them very little time to see friends and home. It seemed that Tulsa was sometimes an unreal memory. The lives they'd once had, were long gone, and perhaps never to return. Their father made great efforts at normalcy, bringing the entire family along so that they would stay a solid balanced unit. But one thing seemed destined. He was barely eleven when they achieved world wide fame, and he'd not celebrated a birthday in his beloved Tulsa for the past two years. And it seemed as if this year would be no different. It irked him that Taylor always seemed to get his birthday, at a time when the Hanson clan was back in Oklahoma. Ike as well, seemed never to have a birthday at home, but somehow this did little to relieve his sense of melancholy.
He missed his friends. But your brothers are your best friends an inner voice argued. All these things came to mind, as Zac attempted to regain his happy manner which fans were so used to seeing. But no matter how he tried, his mood remained dour.
Now, his brothers felt bad, and went out of their way to make things go smoothly for him. Indulging him when the last song they needed to finish was the track "Wishing I Was There," which Zac was lead vocal on. He hemmed and hawed, declaring he wasn't in the mood. Normally, this sort of unprofessional behavior would be unacceptable, but Mr. Hanson, who had sacrificed much to let his boys realize their dreams, didn't wish the profession they had chosen, to become a nightmare for them. As Zac's birthday fell on a Friday, he declared a moratorium on work for the next few days.
Ike and Taylor argued vociferously that they needed to wrap things , as the final work would have to be done in a studio in Florida, and then there was the planning for the two videos, before releasing the singles around the world. Mr. Hanson calmly pointed out, that only these two singles needed to be finished completely before embarking on the video shoots. The remainder of the album could be completed in between these projects.
And so, thinking he'd mollified the situation, the family relaxed at their home in the L. A. hills. But the lack of work, simply made Zac's predicament the only thing on his mind. His brother's, having spent a great deal of time and patience, living, performing, and helping to raise their younger sibling, were in a word, tired of his attitude.
Friday arrived, but instead of rising and rushing about the house in an overexcited state, Zac simply turned over in bed, staring at the wall to the boys bedroom. Isaac and Taylor finally stirred, rising to greet the new day. Smiles and well wishes were showered upon their younger brother, only to be met with noncommittal grunts of acknowledgment. Both older Hanson's looked at each other, and their shared look spoke of the same emotion. They were just plain tired of indulging their younger kinsman.
"All right Zac," Taylor declared. "If your going to be so _d_a_m_n_ed miserable, maybe Ike and I should give you a reason to be."
Ike looked over to Taylor, a look on his face that said I have no idea what your up to. Taylor mouthed the word birthday spanking, and Ike's face lit up. On a silent count of three, they threw back the covers, and dragged their sulking little brother from the bed.
Now, they both knew that since Zac had aged over the past years, he'd become quite solid. Despite their superior height, he had a greater body mass, that both brothers had experienced in the form of a vicious headlock. They pulled him to the floor, the wind being knocked from Zac's body. Ike quickly sat upon Zac's legs, pinning them beneath him, while Taylor quickly secured the younger Hansons arm's. Though he had the superior strength, his elder brother's planning, left him without the freedom of movement needed to make his greater might effective.
Ike raised his hand back, to deliver what he thought was the first of a playful round of swats.
"No way Ike," Taylor spoke. "Since he's being such a brat, a good old fashioned bare butt slapping is in order." Zac struggled vainly, complaining loudly as his brothers worked his boxer shorts down to his thighs, revealing his pale buttocks, contrasting against the slight tan Zac had garnered while the boys had gone surfing.
The two older Hansons began slapping away at their hapless brother's pallid bottom, striking harder than the traditional birthday paddling. Zac began to complain, alternating between threats, and the occasional plea, as the blows quickly swept past the fourteen he was due. His brothers were venting, and his poor butt was paying the price. Suddenly, things took a turn for the worse.
"What the hell is going on here," their father's thundering voice demanded. His two oldest sons froze. Their father rarely raised his voice in anger, and even more rare a word that was considered to be not used by any Hanson under the age of 21. Both Isaac and Taylor were beginning to think going back to bed would be a wise idea.
"I asked you two a question." Both boys for all their genius of expression in music, suddenly were at a loss for words. "You both are expressly forbidden to lay a hand on any of your younger siblings."
"Dad," Taylor implored, hoping that a quick barrage of bull_s_h_i_t_ might stave off their father's anger. "We just got carried away with Zac's birthday spanking, and he's been such a brat lately, holding things up on the album....."
"That's enough." Walker Hanson always listened to his sons, letting them voice there beliefs and decisions on their own career, but when a decision was made, it was law. Walker had told them that work on the album was not an issue, and this attack on their younger brother, had no legitimate excuse.
"Let him up, now!" The boys released their younger relative, who stood up unmindful of his _s_e_x_ displayed. After all, the boys spent all their time together, and both Taylor and Zac had spent a lot of time in Equador, running naked with the local children. There was no embarrassment with nudity, except when a naughty bottom was turned up for tanning by their father.
"Taylor, come here," Walker demanded as he sat upon Zac's bed. Taylor recognized that tone, and moved as slow as he possibly could, without raising his father's ire, and make the next few minutes worse. He shed his purple boxers, and lay across his father's broad lap. Now seventeen, and taller then Isaac by two inches, his face almost touched the floor, as his long legs help to balance him. Their father never lectured when it was obvious what the punishment was for. He would come later and comfort the punished child.
He slapped Taylor's tight, slim ass. Sounds not as soulful and lovely as those on the new album, escaped his lips. Taylor had always been quite expressive while being spanked. Walker never planned a time, or an amount, simply striking the boys upturned behind's until he thought they had had enough. Taylor's cute behind, the fantasy of many a teenage girl was now a bright red in tone, as his father planted a great many swats upon it. Taylor was crying openly now, an occasional plea of clemency sneaking out between gasps of pain. When the last had been delivered, he stood his son up, his boxers pooling around his ankles. Ike's grin faded as his father called him over.
"Dad, I'm going to be nineteen in a month. Please, I'm too old to get spanked."
"No Clarke, your too old to be doing foolish and incorrect things." Ike's innards froze. Whenever their father used their first names, he knew they were in serious trouble. He walked forward, his head hanging as he passed by Taylor's glowing posterior. He dropped his boxers, and like his hapless brother, began to lower himself upon his father's lap. He'd hoped his father would not hit as hard, having just given Taylor as hard a spanking as he could remember. But their father was ambidextrous, and turned him to face the opposite direction, so a fresh hard hand could deliver a volley of painful blows to his rather skinny buttocks.
Unlike his brother, Ike did more jumping than complaning, though as the swats continued to come, a plea for mercy found it's way out of him. When Walker decided that his eldest son's butt was thoroughly warmed over, he stood him up.
"Now, both of you stand over by the wall, and if either of you rub your backsides, your brother will tell me, and I'll continue, understand?"
Both elder Hansons acknowledged their father's orders. They walked towards the wall, their well spanked asses testament to a job well done. They stood there, silent tears running down their youthful faces. After ten minutes which finally brought their tears and their emotion's under control, Taylor forgot himself and gingerly reached back in an attempt to calm the fire in his backside. A hardy slap was his reward.
"Uh uh, big brother, Dad said no touching."
Taylor was too ashamed and beaten, to even raise his ire, and comment on his younger brother's enjoyment of their harsh treatment. All too soon their younger siblings were drawn like crows to carrion. Giggles echoed from the hallway as they made their way to breakfast. After what seemed an eternity, their father returned.
"Well Zachary, did your brothers follow my instructions."
That little devil that appears in all the commercials, championed him to urge their father to give further punishment to their still glowing backsides. But, the little angel urged Zac to do the right thing, and that was a lesson their parents had patiently taught their growing brood, and that was honesty always.
"Yes sir, they did as they were told."
"Come here boys." Walkers tone was more relaxed, but still held an air of undeniable authority. Both boys blanched, as they turned to comply, and saw that he had brought the dreaded hairbrush with him.
"Boys, your brother has been having a bad week, and I am very disappointed, that you chose to abuse him further. Since it's his birthday, and you certainly owe him one, I've decided to let him finish your punishment."
Two sets of eyes, one brown, the other deep sea blue bulged out of two beautiful blond heads. They couldn't believe that their father was going to allow their younger brother to beat them.
"Taylor, your first," Zac beamed. Although Walker was a little taken aback by Zac's apparent willingness, and glee at the prospect, but, he was determined to let things go as he'd decreed.
With a sour face, Taylor came across the room, and took up a position over his younger brothers lap. His face was hot and flushed, and no doubt as red as his now abused fanny. Zac with no preamble, went to work on Taylor's still freshly spanked backside. It wasn't long before pleas of mercy filled the room. Walker finally halted his third son's actions, when it appeared that Zac had no desire to stop. Taylor painfully lowered himself to the floor, keeping his butt well away from the polished hard wood.
Ike obviously had decided to get the whole experience over with, as he almost flew across the room, and positioning himself in the same humiliating spot his brother had vacated. Zac sat there, staring down upon Ike's already reddened backside, a moment of temporary sympathy, as Taylor's quiet sobs reached him. He considered relenting, when the memory of being spanked by both brothers resurfaced. Besides having endured both brothers spank him nude, as he had been in the tub at the time, he remembered, that he did not get to see Taylor get his, when Ike gave him twenty good licks with the belt.
"Oh yeah," Zac spoke aloud.
"What," Ike questioned.
With joyous abandon, Zac plied the brush to the oldest Hanson son's already glowing butt. Once again Walker called a halt, as Zac wailed away, seemingly unwilling to end his brother's spanking.
The rest of the day, the usually rambunctious boys stayed quietly in their room. On top of the gift of getting to spank his elder brothers, his father had flown in seven of his best mates from Tulsa. When the birthday spanking was given, they noted that for some odd reason, Taylor and Ike did not take an active role.
That night as Zac nestled in his bed, his mood one of elation, he realized that Ike and Tay were standing next to his bed. A small tipple of fear wove through him, but his brothers had smiles plastered to those gorgeous mugs that melted the heart of many a teenage girl. He rose from his bed, looking them in the eyes.
"Wait till next year squirt, you won't sit down till your next birthday," Ike promised, but the look on his face, mirrored by Taylor, eschewed any animus to the threat.
"I love you guys," Zac whispered.
The three most amazing things in pop music, threw their arms around each other, and no force short of God could have forced them apart.