entirely fictional, but still fun to write. Hope you enjoy it!--
Yawning, Joe stumbled down the stairs toward the living room. It was Sunday, and Sunday was not his favorite day of the week. His dad was big on church, and he and his brothers always had to go sit through whay Joe considered to be deadly boring services. The three of them that still lived at home full time did anyway; Joe thought again how lucky his 20-year-old brother Mark was to live in a dorm at college. He only had to go when he was home on vacations.
As he reached the lower level, he noticed that his other brothers, 17-year-old Jerry and 12-year-old Ted were already sprawled into two of the chairs. Claiming the couch for himself, he nodded to his brothers, then waited half-asleep for his father to arrive to begin the Sunday morning ritual.
They didn'y have long to wait; their father, Marvin, came through the front door, newspaper in hand. He tossed it onto the kitchen table, went into his study, and returned with a worn ledger. Joe wished for the umpteenth time that he had the balls to burn that ledger, or that it would get "lost". As their father took a seat in his rocking chair, all three boys sat up and looked at him expectantly. Marvin slowly leaned back and opened the ledger, turning it to one of the places marked with a clip, and ran his eyes across the page. "Well, Ted, it seems like you have had a pretty good week. The only thing marked is that detention you got for throwing a snowball at recess. You will be on dish duty all week." Visibly relieved, Ted slumped back into his chair.
Turning to another page, Marvin turned his attention to Jerry. "Well. You got in 15 minutes after curfew Tuesday night. You also didn't take your turn at doing the laundry. Two fairly minor problems, but together they are more serious. You will be grounded this coming weekend." Jerry looked like he was about to argue, but his father raised his eyebrow, and Jerry leaned back into his chair, a small scowl on his face. Joe felt sympathy for his brother; Jerry had just started dating one of the hottest girls in the school and probably had a date scheduled for this weekend.
After finishing with Jerry, Marvin turned his attention to Joe. Waiting for his father to begin, Joe racked his brain, trying to think of things he had done this week. Other than getting in a few minutes late one night, he couldn't remember anything. "Let's see here," his father began. "You were 20 minutes late coming in Friday night. You called your brother an inappropriate name, which I will not repeat." Joe gulped. He hadn't thought his father had heard him call his brother an asshole when he switched the channel on the TV during a show he was watching. "I asked you to shovel the sidewalk on Monday; I had to ask you three times before you finally went and did it on Tuesday. I poked my head into your room earlier while you were asleep; it is a disaster area." Joe was starting to get worried, all this was starting to add up and if his dad had somehow found out about..."And finally," his dad said, "I received a call at work on Friday from your teacher. It seems you are failing English because you have not completed your research paper which you had a month to finish. All of these infractions added together total 35 points." Joe's heart sank. "You will be grounded for the entire week and next weekend as well. You will be in charge of all chores this week except for the dishes because your brother is assigned to them. And since you have more than 30 points, you will also received a spanking when we return home from church."
Closing the ledger, he rose from his chair. "I will start breakfast, and expect you all here, dressed and ready to go to church after we eat, in a half hour." With that he walked into his study, leaving the boys by themselves. The three boys went upstairs, Joe with considerably less energy than his brothers. A spanking! He had not had a spanking in quite some time, and was dreading it. Although as the boys got older they could push the rules further, they still got spanked if they pushed it too far. At twelve, Joe's spanking limit was 15 points; at 17, Jerry's was 40. His college age brother, of course, no longer got spanked.
"Sucks you be you, bro," Jerry said as he passed his brother on the way to the shower. "My last spanking was a killer. I thought dad intended to skin me alive."
"Thanks a lot" Joe muttered as he went into his room and shut the door.
Although church usually dragged for Joe, this time it seemed to go quickly by, and before too long, he, his brothers and his father were in the car driving home. As the car pulled into the garage, Marvin turned to his sons. "I expect all of you to be in the living room ten minutes from now. Joe, be ready for your spanking." It was a rule in the house that spankings were witnessed by all the brothers that were home. Joe went up to his room, stripped down to his white briefs, and returned to the living room. His brothers, who had been talking before he entered, looked at him, half grinning, half in sympathy. They had both been in this position before and knew how much it hurt. Joe huddled in the chair; he hated having to walk around in just his underwear.
In a couple minutes his father walked into the room carrying a folding chair and the large hairbrush they all knew so well. Sitting the chair on the floor and himself in the chair, Marvin motioned for his son to come over. Dreading what was to come, Joe walked across the room and draped himself across his father's lap. His father did not say a word (all spankings were done in silence--well, Marvin was silent, the boy on his lap never was), but quickly raised the hairbrush and brought it down with a crack on Joe's butt. Joe jerked slightly, but remained quiet. CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK! The blows came faster and harder and Joe began to kick his feet and wiggle in protest. His father held him down more firmly, and CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK! The spanking continued. His butt was soon on fire and he was gasping for breath, but Joe knew the worst was yet to come.
Sure enough, his father laid the brush on his back and, reaching for the band of his underwear, tugged them down and off. Picking back up the brush, he began again. CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK! On and on the spanking went, and Joe knew that he was going to cry soon. CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK "du..daaad" CRACK CRACK CRACK "I'm sss sss ssooooory!" CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK! "Please!!" Then, he gave over and started sobbing. He howled, he cried, his tears streamed down his face, and still the spanking continued.
Finally, after what seemed forever, his father stopped. Gasping and choking and sobbing, Joe was lifted to his feet to stand there naked and humiliated before his brothers. His father ordered him over to the corner, where he had to stand for a half hour before being allowed to go to his room.