It was so easy to pick on my brothers that I often just could not resist. Thumping, pinching, and poking were commonplace around the house. I, at 16, was the main instigator of evil to my brothers of 10 and 8. Our parents, always trying to keep peace, would basically yell or send us to our room when arguments developed. It had gotten extremely bad one week when both of our parents called a family meeting. The announcement was made that any physical harm caused by one brother to another would result in severe punish- ment. This was an official announcment in front of everyone. The proclamation also stated that the brother who was the victim would get to choose the form of punishment. It was a pleasing announcement for the 8 year-old who was the primary victim of our abuse. The new rule of the house resulted in much peace and harmony for about two weeks. Then, the 8-year-old, Matt, decided to attack the 10-year old, Sam, and a fight ensued that left Matt with a bloody nose. The peace had ended. Sam, now able to decide the fate of Matt, chose for Matt not to be able to go skating Friday night, an event all elementary school age children looked forward to all week long. The plan was working. We were getting along great outwardly but holding much hostility inward. My brothers were so anxious to get me in trouble that they almost prompted me to give them a hit or a thump. They actually began to conspire ways to get me provoked. I didn't crumble for three weeks.
After a long day at school and having to walk home after missing a ride following soccer practice, I was completely irritated when I arrived at home and discovered that Sam had taped over a movie that I had taped the night before to watch with some friends on Saturday. So, Sam got his head smacked around and was the recipient of some strong words that shouldn't have come out of my mouth. Immediately I apologized and went to my room to hope and pray that Sam would keep his mouth shut about it. Not possible. He had been crying when Mom came home and inquired about the incident. An explanation was given and Mom had no choice but to rule in Sam's favor and ask what type of punishment Sam chose for me. I couldn't look at him for I knew it was not going to be pleasant. But, just how unpleasant wasn't known until the horrific words came out of his mouth, "spanked with a belt on his bare butt tonight." Never had I experienced such a sinking, sickening feeling. I hadn't been whipped in 3 years and no one had seen my bare butt since I was around 10. My brothers had often tried to enter the bathroom while I was showering but since puberty I had been careful to lock the door without fail. It was a pain to be like that but Matt and Sam were punks that had no idea what a mature body looked like, so I thought. Sam also added to the end of his pronouncement that he would get to watch. I was so shocked I didn't know how to reply. Finally, I protested and said that this whole idea was unfair and that I was too old to get a whipping. That was, for sure, another error on my part.
Once Dad arrived home we discussed the entire day's events again and Dad's decision was that the whipping would take place in Sam's room and I was to go there immediately. He did give Sam the opportunity to change the punishment but Sam would not even consider it even after being reminded that the same thing could happen to him. I was sick and distraught, but as Dad said we must be fair with all parties involved. I had protested long and hard but to no avail.
Once we arrived at Sam's room Dad took off his belt and told Sam to sit down in the chair at his writing desk and to be quiet. He then instructed me to take the other chair, turn it around, and grab the seat on each side after I lowered my pants and underwear. Now, I was really sick. I begged Sam again to not make me go through this and he just stared anxiously awaiting my next move. I unsnapped my pants, unzipped my zipper, and slowly pulled down my pants to below my butt. Then, I said "Sam, if you'll let me keep my underwear on I'll take 10 extra licks and even let you give them to me." Dad said there was no more discussion and negotiation and that Sam was going to give me some of the licks anyway. Now I was ready to throw up! "Now get 'em down and let's get this show on the road," Dad said with belt in hand. I hesitated, quickly pulled my white underpants down to my knees, and bent over with my hands holding the chair. I could just feel my brother's smile and content. He was getting a full view of my bare bottom, as was Dad. It was a typical butt for a 16-year old with some undetectable hair near the crack. The belt rang through the air and the sting was unbearable. I stood straight up, grabbed my butt, and screamed "Ouch! That hurts, Dad." That was a mistake, too. After being told to grab the chair I received another quick two swats only to stand up and scream again. This time I rubbed feverishly in hopes to relieve the pain. Another mistake. "Grab that chair," Dad said and I did so while mumbling and wincing. Two more swats across the lower side of my buttocks and I was screaming again, this time I even jerked up my underwear and said "this is enough; this is too much. I've had enough" while also rubbing my backside. I continued to rub as Dad and Matt just watched. "Make him take his underwear off Dad," Sam said, "since he can't seem to keep them down." And that's what I was told to do. Once I started pleading Dad told me to hush and to put the pants on the bed. I cussed and did what I was told and grabbed the chair again to receive the worst whipping of my life. I took six more swats before my hands went back again. They, too, were struck and I was hurting all over. All through this ordeal I'm being very careful to keep my frontal nudity in front of me and exposed to no one. Talking with my head turned back- ward had gotten difficult and I didn't want to try it again. The swats continued and I took it like a man for about four more swats. Then, it happened. The phone rang. That very phone that was directly in front of me. The phone that Sam ran across the room to answer as I took two more swats from Dad. It all happened so fast! Sam answered the phone and turned around to look at my penis at the same time. I was in pain inside and out at that point. He quickly said, "I'll call back" and then hung up the phone while looking wholeheartedly at my dangling penis surrounded by black pubic hair that he had never seen before. As soon as he hung up Dad's next two licks struck hard and fast to my lower buttocks and I whirled around in pain while grabbing my butt. Now I was exposed to Dad as well while Sam hurried back to his chair. I was exposed and had no recourse but to beg for the whipping to stop. Dad then said for me to put my pants back on and go to my room for an hour until supper was ready. I was relieved to say the least. However, as I turned around to get my pants and underwear it was quite obvious that Sam was enjoying every move while also protesting that he had not gotten to hit me. Dad just ignored the suggestion and walked from the room. It was over. My butt was covered with red stripes and both my Dad and my little brother had seen my naked back side and front side. I was totally disgusted but relieved that the pain was subsiding. Once clothed I ran from the room to my room to let the tears flow and to look at my butt in the room mirror. The whipping was worse than I had anticipated but the stripes and pain were gone by the time I retired for the evening. Now Sam knew what he had coming if it was ever my turn to select his punishment, and, Sam now knew what puberty was all about. Weeks later, when Sam came to ask me what a condom was I realized that maybe his learning about puberty from me was not such a bad thing since I was his big brother. We actually developed a better relationship after that final whipping of my life, and I no longer concerned myself with picking on him or locking doors around him.