I hung my head, sitting on my bed, knowing that in a few minutes my 11 year old arse would be on fire. "I'm sorry."
"No, you aren't, you are sorry you got caught."
"I'm really sorry! Please don't be mad."
"I'm not mad, but If I WAS still mad then I wouldn't be in here yet."
That was true, he never wanted to hit me out of anger, so that's why it took him a whole 5 hours to get to my room.
"Now, son, you know you deserve no less than a long spanking."
"Noo!" I began to sob. "I didn't mean to h-h-h-hurt him, really, I didn't w-want to hurt Paul! Is he... alright?"
"Yes, but he's not feeling to well. I still haven't heard your side of the story."
"I just pushed him, you saw me, w-we were on the boat, he told him t-to pass the w-worms, so he picked it up and chucked it at me, so I pushed him off, I forgot he couldn't swim."
"Lucky he was wearing a life jacket."
"Everyone hates me." My sobs turned into cries.
"No one hates you, after your spanking, everything will go back to normal. I'm going to leave now, and you are going to take off your cloathes, you can't wear anything until your spanking is over. Come to the living room to get me when you are ready, then we will come back up here, and after your spanking you can put your cloathes back on."
"Please don't!"
My father left and I collapsed on my bed, I cryed for almost an hour, partially because of the immenent spanking, and partially because I would have to be naked in front of everyone (even for just a minute), and partially because my 8 year old brother Paul, now hated me. I didn't have any lunch, and I was starving, I decided to go to Paul's room to see him.
I took off my cloathes and headed across the hall to his room, as I assumed, he was very upset.
"Get out of my room!" He went under the covers.
"Please Paul, I'm so sorry!"
"Shut up Chris! Leave me alone!"
"I'll do anything." I pleaded, this of coarse, always got his attention. He lifted his head up from under the covers.
"Then leave."
"What do you want from me?"
"For you to leave." Wow,
"After you listen to me."
"I was just joking around with the worm, you didn't have to push me."
"I know, I'm really sorry, and if there is anything I can do, besides leave, then please let me know." I was begging for forgiveness, in my nudity, my small 4 inch cut _c_o_c_k_ was hanging with its two buddies, down there, flacid, and just dangled back and forth. Paul was staring.
"Well, then let me punish you."
"What?"
"Let me spank you, right after dad does. Then I will forgive you."
I froze, two spankings, in a row, could I take that?
"I'll talk to dad, to see it's okay." With that my little brother lept out of bed and ran downstairs.
"Daddy, can I spank Chris?" Dad looked up from his armchair.
"No."
"Dad, he said I could!"
"Why would he say that?"
"I told him if he let me spank him I would forgive him."
"Now, Paul. You shouldn't say things like that. Your brother is really sorry, he loves you and you want to hurt him? I will be spanking him, I do it for disipline, you would do it for revenge, my answer is no."
"Dad PLEASE! He told me I could spank him right after you! He said I could."
"I'll have to talk to him."
"Thanks Dad."
So, It was highly likely I would be spanked twice tonight. That really sucked. After spending some time thinking about it, I went downstairs I told my Dad I was ready. I went to go back upstairs, but he called me back.
"Um.. Dad, I'm naked, can we do this upstairs."
"Paul told me you said he could spank you."
"Yes, I deserve it, and it would make him feel better. I really don't want him to hate me."
"Do you trust him son?"
"Well, um... Can we talk upstairs? It's kinda breezy if you know what I mean."
"We will talk here. Sit down." He beckoned me to his lap, so I sat down, naked, covering myslef on my father's knees. "Do you think you can trust him? He's very angry right now. He might not stop, he might really hurt you."
"Please Dad, let him."
"I will be giving you a very hard spanking, can you take two?"
"I will have to." I looked around, no one was in the room except us. "Dad, I DO trust Paul. But I DO expect him to really give me a beating. And he will probably go to far, but I owe this to Paul. Please dad."
"Alright."
"Thanks Dad." I rushed upstairs and sat on my bed and waited, for some reason until my father came in, I had actually forgotten that I would be in pain soon, and then I started getting nervous as usual.
I waited a few minutes and Dad came upstairs, but he didn't come in the room, he passed by. I waited, and waited, and when the door opened, my father stood there with my little brother.
"Hey guess what Chris? Dad says I get to watch your spanking."
Uh oh.
This really sucked. My little brother would get to see me get a spanking and see me cry. Sure, he would get to see that anyway, but I feel so vulnerable and exposed when it's not one on one. It really gives me the chills, the fact that it's not private.
My brother would spank me after, but even so, It was really unsettling and made me feel very sick.
"That's right Chris, Paul will get to watch jsut so he knows how it's done from my point of veiw. I will spank you, but after that, Paul will get something he wants to use and I will leave you two alone, and Paul will spank you."
A weak "Yes Sir." Was all I could manage to say, Began to cry as I was pulled over my fahter's lap. We had a deal, I could lay on the bed, over his lap, with a pillow over my head, so long as I don't struggle, when I do, I will not be on the bed, but just on his lap, which is much more uncomfortable.
It began.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
My butt was already begainning to burn, I knew I wasn't ever close to done.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
His hand came down as hard as possible and I was wailing already. He was a very strong man.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
I couldn't take much more. That was about 40, and I still had about 110 to go! When my father spanks, he doensn't kid around! My Ass was on fire!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
And after this, I had the paddle.
SPANK! OW! SPANK! AIEE!! SPANK! "PLEASE!" SPANK! "STOP." SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"Half done son."
"Nooooooooooooo!" He let me have a minute rest while I pleaded. "Daddy I can't take it! Stop! Please! Paul tell him to stop!"
"Daddy, do you think he's had enough? He's really in pain."
"I know, he's supposed to be in pain. We are getting through to him." He was talking as if he was a ward or something, and I was a lowly prisoner. I couldn't take any more.
SPANK!
I jumped up.
"Do I need to put you on my knee?"
"Noo! Please I've had enough."
"I'll tell you when You've had enough."
I was almost out of control. I got back down. "Hold me down Paul."
"What?" He was confused.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"Hold me down, hold my feet down so I don't move! QUICK!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
He sat on my legs, and no matter how much I moved, I couldnt' get free.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
The pain was unimaginable. It was the worse spanking in my 11(2 12) year life. I went limp, It had been 5 minutes after my father stoped that I realised he had stopped. He stood me up, and held me in his arms, he let me cry for about 5 minutes and then said.
"It's okay, you were brave, but now, it's Paul's turn."
"NO Daddy! I'm in so much pain!" I wimpered. "I can't take it."
"That's what you said when I got to 75, and you made it through."
"Daddy I'm hurting so bad. you've never hit me so hard, and so long."
"I know son, it's okay now. Everything's going to be okay."
He rubbed my sore bottom. Then, he stood up, and left the room, but not before he added. "He's all yours Paul."
I was still crying. I didn't see him take his belt off. "Wow Chris, that was some spanking. I feel sorry for you. Now, get on the bed."
Finally, the part I wanted to get over with so Paul would not hate me, m-my... BELTING?!?! _s_h_i_t_! Not the belt how will I survie this, I thought to myself. But I laid down on the bed anyways.
The whipping started immediatly.
SWOOSH-SMACK!
"How about 5 Chris?"
SWOOSH-SMACK!
"T-Thank you." I said through my muffled cries. At least I was getting off easy.
SWOOSH-SMACK!
The pain would be tolerable if ther were only two more.
SWOOSH-SMACK!
One more to go then I'm home free.
SWOOSH-SMACK!
I was out of control. I was in convulsions on the bed as I grabbed my throbbing red ass.
"One more for good measure."
"No Paul, please don't! I beg you!"
"I can make it more."
"Promise, JUST one more? And then my spanking will end?"
"Yes, then it will end."
So, I lifted up my butt for one final blow. But it never came. I looked up and Paul smiled, he held his belt high above his head and brang it down... Gently. I felt a little tap, it still hurt because of my swollen butt, but My crying didn't stop. I kept crying and crying. My little brother Paul held me, while I cried, naked on my bed.
"Sorry Chris, you really didn't deserve any of this."
"I was being a jerk."
"I was being a brat. I'll understand if you hate me."
"No. I'm sorry about the whole thing. I wish we had never gone fishing. Fishing sucks anyways."
"Ya."
He held me for an hour while I calmed down, he ran to the bathroom to get some cream, and he rubbed it on my ass.
"You know, Chris. I really deserved a spanking too. You can spank me if you want."
"I might take you up on that." I said. He gulped, he wasn't serious, but something told him he would have a blistered bottom soon enough. But that's another story.