Pether Brothers Spank Me


by Rex Frean

When I was14 I was spanked for walking through some woods. It real effect on me through my teens and this is the true story of the begining of it .

A distance from the town I grew up in was a wood. In the wood was a trailer lived in by two brothers, Carlos and Mario Pether. They were in their late 20's I think, their Dad who lived in the nearest city was either Spanish or Italian and they were regarded as nasty and unreliable. I can remember my Dad saying how they went out to the city and got prostitutes which they took back to the trailer and they also used girls from the town. They made their living by doing lumber and other manual stuff.

Across the corner of the wood was a track which people used occassionaly to get to the main highway. I was warned as a kid never to go near the wood, or the brothers, however one day when I was 14 I had to get from the highway so I decided to take the track through the the Pether brothers wood.

I was about half way through the wood and looking for a tree to have a piss against when I heard some shouting and one of the brothers running up to me. I was very scared. He told me I was on private property and had no right to be there. I said that everyone used the track from time to time but he got hold of my shirt and pulled me up to the trailer and pushed me inside.

Sitting on a big banquet inside was the other brother, Mario I think. He was wearing just a T-shirt and a towel like he'd come out of the shower. Any way they started talking about what to do with this tall skinny kid who had walked through their wood. In the end they decided I needed a spanking on my bare backside to teach me. Now I hadn't been spanked since I was say 5 years old and I was really scared. Carlos told me to take my shoes and jeans off, I was in no position to argue so thats what I did even though I was frightened and ashamed of what was happening. They started making fun of my long white hairless legs with my black socks and that I was wearing old fashioned knit undershorts. Next they told me to take my shorts right off, when I hesitated they started shouting, asking me what the problem was, what did |I think I was hiding , it was just other guys not women seeing me. The fact was that I was hiding because I knew ofther boys, like my friends and my older brother had grown between their legs and had hair and I had not at all. I had even been to the school Doctor and I was very ashamed of my tiny genitals. So in the end I had to pull my shorts off and stand therei in just my socks and t-shirt. It took them a second to register but then they started lauging. They asked me how old I was and when I said 14 they started asking me what had happened that I had no proper _c_o_c_k_ or _c_o_c_k_ hair. In the end one of them leant over and roughly pulled my little penis and the sort of wrinkled skin underneath. He said he was trying to find my balls but he could find any.

Then Mario pulled his towel aside and said that I should take a good look. He had a very fat, dark penis with a big head surrounded by dark hair.. It was certanly the fattest _c_o_c_k_ I had ever seen in my life and I just stood there looking at it with the brothers laughing and pointing out the difference in size. I was humiliated to be standing in front of them showing my worst secret and them laughing at my little undeveloped parts when I should have been grown. I don't know why but I started to get hard so I was standing there with my thin little bald 1" standing up. I guess I looked like an excited 9 year old. They started calling me fag boy which I didn't really understand. And Mario pulled me over his lap and started spanking. He had put the towel back round him but I could feel my hard little pecker pushing against hiim. Everytime I gasped or cried out they would laugh at me. Some times Carlos would lean over and give me additional hits with both hands on both cheeks at once. The spanking wasn't brutal but it sure hurt. The whole time they were mocking me about needing a spanking at 14 on my bare backside, that I had no more of a pecker than an 10 year old with no proper balls or hair, that I had got hard when looking at Marios _c_o_c_k_ which made me a fag boy. The humiliation was almost worst than the spanking.

In the end I got up, I was crying which they thought was just great. Finally they told me to put my clothes back on and sit on the floor in the corner. I had been in the trailer for some time and I said I wanted to go home, anyway all this while I had wanted to go for a piss and in the end I asked them if I could. They said no way was I going outside till they had made sure I was sorry. So I sat in the corner while they drunk beer and talked about sports.

In the end I was really desperate to go out and holding myself in front and they were saying no way was I leaving yet and laughing....and then it just started and I wet my pants. I just couldn't hold it any longer and I felt so ashamed it was like nothing could be worse. I stood up so they could see and I started crying again and it was just the worst thing standing there with my backside still burning and now wet at the front . They gave me a cloth and I cleaned up the puddle I had made while they told me I needed diapers. I was telling them through the tears that I never wet myself but they didn't seem to believe me. They made me pull my wet jeans and shorts down and wipe myself then finally they told me I could pull them up again. I did just what they said though I was so ashamed of myself for what had happened.

After a while they put two apples in my pockets and told me to come back the next weekend otherwise they would tell everyone I had been stealing apples and also about me pissing in my pants. So then I ran down to the track and back to the town. It was difficult getting into the house without anyone seeing me but I managed and after I had a shower and had washed my jeans and stuff I told my Dad I had fallen in the pond and I had to go to bed as I had a cold.

I went back the next week and a few times more like they told me, but thats another story.


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