I had never knew my father. Right after he found out my Mom was pregnant for the third time, he skipped out and moved to Texas. It never bothered me much, though. I had two older brothers who cared about me, and Mom was always there for me when I needed it. That was all that mattered.
When I was 14, I entered highschool for the first time. To say the least, I wasn't impressed. It was no different than middle school, except stupider teachers and more homework. It didn't take long for me to stop doing my homework, or even participating in class. My home room teacher, Mr. Barnes confronted me about this one morning not too long before report cards were due out.
"Aaron, can we talk?"
I shrugged. "Sure. I guess."
Mr. Barnes sighed. "I've been talking with some of your other teachers, and they've told me that you don't seem to care too much about your school work. That you've even stopped working."
"I'll try harder, Mr. Barnes. Honest."
He sighed, and shook his head. "That's what you told me two weeks ago. I don't want to do it, but I'm going to have to phone home. Let your Mom be aware of the problem."
I wasn't too concerned about what Mom would do. Probably yell a little and ground me for a couple days. "Okay. I understand."
He half smiled. "Good. And I want to hear better things next time I ask."
"Of course." I headed on to my next class.
I forgot about the phone call throughout the course of the day, and when I arrived home I headed right to my room to check my e-mail. My 18 year old brother, Shane, stopped me.
He stood in the hallway that lead to my room with his arms folded across his chest and a hacked off look on his face. "Aaron, what the hell is a matter with you?"
I couldn't think of a single thing I had done to Shane for awhile. "What are you talking about?" I asked.
"The phone call, Aaron! The phone call I recieved about ten minutes ago from Mr. Barnes!"
"Oh." I replied slowly. "What did Mom say?"
"Mom told me to deal with you myself. She hasn't been feeling well lately and this doesn't help matters none too much."
"Whatever. Am I grounded or something?" I wasn't unfamilair with Shane punishing me. He never cared too much about how I lived my life. Same thing as when Mom punished me, I'd get sent to my room and grounded for a couple days.
He shook his head. "Go into your room." When I didn't move, he added, "Now!"
I walked into my bedroom and hurled my bookbag at the wall. Wasn't this great. Shane was right behind me.
"Pick that up, and watch your mouth! I'm not in the mood."
I stood and stared at him. I wasn't going for this. "Who are you to tell me what to do?!"
Without hesitating, Shane spun me around and delivered 5 hard smacks to the seat of my pants.
"Ow!" I was more suprised than in pain. I had never been spanked in my life. I tried to push away, but he held me tight.
"Are you going to do what I say?"
"Why should I?!"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! This time the smacks were harder and faster. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I wasn't going to cry in front of Shane. "Knock it off!" I yelled, my voice breaking.
"Go pick up your bookbag!"
"Okay okay." He let go and I ran over and set my book bag down on my bed. I wished he would leave or something. I didn't like him ordering me around like this.
"Things are going to change around here, Aaron, whether you like it or not. From now on, you come straight home and do your homework. You're not to leave the house until I see that you've done so!"
"What!?! That's ridiculous. It will take me until 5 or 6 to finish all my homework!"
"Good. And another thing, stop the back talk. Mom doesn't deserve it."
"Well, what if I don't?" I asked, folding my arms across my chest.
"You're going to find out right now. I want you to take off your jeans."
I was beginning to get an idea of what he had in mind, and I wasn't liking it. "Aw, come on, Shane!"
He shook his head. "Do it!"
Slowly, I peeled off my jeans and stood in my little white underpants and yellow tee shirt.
He pulled out my deskchair, and ordered me over his knees.
Hesitantly, I climbed over his knees, with my nose barely off the ground. I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.
"I don't like having to do this to you, Aaron. I mean, you're my little brother. But I'd rather have to do this than see Mom upset. Hopefully you'll learn."
I clenched my butt tight in anticipation. I didn't have to wait long.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Down again and again his hand fell, hitting every spot on my backside. After about the 20th spank, tears were inching down my cheeks. About 40 spanks later, I was kicking and screaming. "Stop!" I begged. "Puh-lease stop!"
He did stop, and I climbed off his lap and starting rubbing my butt, thinking the spanking was over.
"We're not finished yet. I want you to bend over the back of this chair."
"Why?" I whined.
He unbuckled his belt and pulled it off, doubling it over in his hands. "I want you to know what you can look forward to next time if you screw up."
I gulped. "Please, no Shane. I've had enough. Really!"
"Over the chair, Aaron! I'll double what I was going to give you!"
Quickly, I walked over and bent across the back of the chair, ready to start crying all over again. If his hand hurt bad, I could only imagine his belt!
"You're getting 5 strokes. If we ever have to do this again, you'll be getting 35."
CRACK!
I yelped out. It hurt so bad on my already spanked butt.
CRACK! He hit me right where my butt meets my thighs.
"Ow!" I screamed.
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
At last, it was over. I breathed out a sigh of relief, and wiped the tears off my face. I felt so stupid crying in front of Shane, but I couldn't help it. It hurt much worse than I could have ever imagined!
I turned to look at Shane, and he was putting back on his belt. He met my eyes, and sighed. "I'm sorry, Aaron. I know you're ticked at me but I can't help it. I want you to ge good grades. You need to earn a scholarship. Get into a good college!"
I sniffled a little, and shrugged. "I guess I understand. In a way. But why now? You or Mom never spanked me before."
"That's where we went wrong. Maybe if we had started earlier, you wouldn't be screwing up now."
"Oh. Well, whatever. I'll do all that stuff you told me to. I suppose I can handle it."
Shane smiled. "I know you can." He gave me a hug, and patted my head. "Come on, let's go get something to eat."
Slowly, a smile spread across my face. In a way, I understood Shane was doing what he thought best. "Let's go!"