BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
Groaning, Joe reached over and slapped at the alarm clock. Not only did it suck that he had to wake up early like every Sunday, but the stupid alarm clock had interrupted a great dream involving him and several members of the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders. Stretching lazily, he considered making use of the morning wood that was a leftover reminder of the dream, but he heard his brother moving around on the other side of the room. Not that it was any great secret that he jerked off (or like his brothers didn't), but there was a kind of unspoken rule among them that you weren't obvious about it or you got teased.
Sighing, he sat up and moved to the edge of the bed. He put on a pair of loose fitting sweat pants from his clothes basket, pulled on a baggy sweatshirt to hide the fact that he was sporting wood, and turned to look at his older brother Jerry. At 17, Jerry was two years older than Joe, and a senior in high school. Truth be told, Joe looked up to Jerry a lot, though he would never admit it out loud. He was certainly closer to Jerry than his younger brother Ted, who was only 12, or his oldest brother Mark who had been away at college for most of the last 2 and a half years. In fact, they had continued to share a room after Mark had gone away to college instead of one of them moving into Mark's room.
"Got anything to worry about this week, man?" Jerry asked. He was referring to their dad's Sunday morning ritual of checking the chart he kept of who had misbehaved during the week.
"No way man! I am not going to risk that _d_a_m_n_ hairbrush getting anywhere near my ass." The hairbrush in question had in fact been quite near his ass with very painful results only a little over a month ago. "Poor Ted, though. He's known since Wednesday he was in for it and he's been a mess ever since."
"No kidding. I'm glad knocked that Tommy Jones on his ass--that whole family is nothing but trouble---but dad won't ever see it that way. He's merciless when it comes to punishing us for fighting. What's gonna show up on your list?"
"I told you, dude, I've been keeping out of trouble. I can't handle that brush! At most, dad might have nailed me for doing laundry a day late, but I'm not ever sure he noticed. You should be more worried about yourself---sneaking out after everyone was in bed to go see Lisa. So, did you _f_u_c_k_ her?"
"Watch your mouth!" Jerry said, slugging his brother on the shoulder. "I really care about this girl."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Joe said, rolling his eyes. "You're in love! So, did you?"
"That, my virgin little brother, is none of your _d_a_m_n_ business. Now let's get downstairs before dad comes looking for us." Jerry went out of their room and down the hall, followed closely by Joe.
As they entered the living room, they saw Ted sitting one the couch already, looking like he was doing his best to fight back tears. Joe sat down next to him, put his arm around his shoulders, and tousled his hair. "Don't look so sad little man," he said.
"You're not the one who's gonna get his ass beat in a couple hours," Ted said, his voice quivering. "Dad's always just spanked me with his hand before, but I just know he's going to use that brush on me. Does it hurt real bad?"
"I'm not gonna lie to you, it hurts bad. But it's only for a little while, and you can't possibly look any sillier over dad's lap than I did. I thought I was gonna flood the living room I bawled so hard."
Ted looked like he was going to say something else, but Jerry motioned to his brothers that their father was coming and they quited immediately. As always, their father, Marvin, had the hated ledger in his hand. Normally a jovial man, Marving always conducted this little ceremony with a deadly serious face and a no-nonsense voice. It was almost as if his disciplinarian side was a completely different person from the normal Marvin.
As soon as he was seated, their dad opened the ledger. "Ted, I'll start with you. You have had, with one exception, a very good week. Unfortunately, the mark you do have in the book is for fighting at school, which automatically carries the punishment of a spanking, which you receive after church. Additionally, you are grounded from the television for a week. If you are ever caught fighting again this school year, however, you will receive a triple spanking."
"Wow," Joe said under his breath, looking at Jerry. A triple spanking meant you were spanked not only after church, but again on Wednesday night and a third time on Friday night. A triple spanking was extremely rare, but to be avoided at all costs. He had only ever received a triple spanking one time, and the threat of one was almost always enough to keep any of the brothers in line.
Turning the page, Marvin looked at Joe. "We'll continue with you, Joe. With the exception of doing the laundry a day late, and yes I do notice theses things," he added, seeing his son's surprised look. "With the exception of that, you have a clean slate. The points for the infraction are negligible, so you will receive no punishment this week, and will be allowed to stay out an hour later on either Friday or Saturday this week, your choice."
Joe leaned back into the couch, sighing with relief. He had been 99% sure that he had been in the clear, but there was always a chance. And the extra hour would nice, since the school dance was this weekend. He'd have time to go out with friends afterward when he usually didn't.
"And Finally," dad continued, "Jerry. You have curfew violations of 20 minutes on Thursday night for 5 points, and 40 minutes on Friday for 10 points, for a total of 15 points. Additionally, you failed to fill my car back up with gas after using it for your date with Lisa, which you promised to do. Five points for being irresponsible, and 5 more for lying to me." Joe looked at his brother; Jerry looked back wide eyed. At 17, Jerry had to reach 40 points before he received a spanking, and he was already at 25. Surely there was no way that dad knew Jerry snuck out last night. "Lastly, I received a very interesting phone call from Lori Jones this morning. Apparently she caught Lisa climbing into her bedroom window at 1:30 AM. Do you have anything you would like to admit to me, Jerry?"
Jerry had turned pale, and Joe could almost see the thoughts running through his mind. His father could be bluffing, hoping to get Jerry to admit to sneaking out when he wasn't sure. On the other hand, if his father did know and Jerry lied to him......Joe didn't even want to think about the consequences of that.
Apparently Jerry had come to the same conclusion. "I was with her dad. With Lisa. I snuck out after Joe fell asleep." Joe felt a rush of gratitude flow through him. Joe had not been asleep when Jerry had snuck out, but Jerry was making sure Joe didn't take a fall along with him. "I'm sorry."
"Sorry you got caught. By the way son, Lisa told her mother that you were with her, so I already knew. I appreciate the fact that you didn't lie to me. However, sneaking out after curfew, and being out until almost 2:00 AM, when added to your other infractions puts you well over 40 points. As much as I hate to have to spank you at your age, your actions show me that you are certainly not too old to take one. And it will be a spanking to make all others you've ever received pale in comparison. Additionally, you are grounded for a month, and you may not see Lisa except at her house or her, with a parent present, until both I and Mrs. Jones decide otherwise. Get ready for church, boys, we leave in an hour."
As soon as their dad left the room, Jerry sprinted upstairs. Shooting a look of commiseration at his younger brother, who looked even closer to tears now that the spanking was a sure thing, Joe ran after his brother. He found Jerry sitting on his bed, his head in his hands.
"Jer...I'm sorry, man, really, I..."
"Go the _f_u_c_k_ away Joe. Just leave me the hell alone." He lay back down on the bed, staring at the wall. Joe flinched, stung by his brother's words, then decided to leave the matter alone and go take a shower.
The ride to church was deathly quiet, and the return ride ever quiter. Neither of his brothers wanted to talk, and Joe wasn't sure there was anything he could say that wouldn't just make matters worse. When they reached home, Joe went to sit on the couch as was required of him, while Ted and Jerry went upstairs to prepare for their spankings. Minutes later, Ted came down the stairs wearing his white briefs, followed soon by Jerry in blue boxers. They sat down on the couch, on each side of Joe, both staring off into space. Soon, their father entered the room with a chair in one hand and the hairbrush in the other. He motioned for Ted to come lie across his lap. Trembling, with silent tears running down his face, Ted did so.
CRACK!! Wasting no time, Marving brought the hairbrush down on his son's behind. Ted let out a wail. CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK!! After five swats, Ted was openly crying and kicking his legs, pleading with his father to stop. Joe knew what was coming next; his father reached over and pulled down Ted's briefs. "Daddy, no, not on the bOOOWWWW!!!" CRACK! CRACK "Waaah!!" CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK SMACK WHACK CRACK!! Ted was sobbing uncontrollably at this point, and Joe almost wanted to cry too, watching his brother in such pain. Marvin raised the hairbrush as high as he could. CRAAAAACCK!!! Ted shrieked in pain. Marvin lay the brush on the floor and rubbed his hand across his son's back. Then he stood Ted up; he stood there sobbing, rubbing his behind, not caring that his brothers were seeing everything nature gave him. Eventually he pulled up his underpants, and came back to the couch. Joe held out his arm and Ted resisted his embrace at first, then sobbed into his brother's shoulder.
"It'll be OK, little man," Joe whispered, "it'll be OK." Suddenly, without being asked to, Jerry stood up. He moved to stand directly in front of his father, and without breaking eye contact, lowered his boxers to the floor, and threw them across the room where they landed on the stairs. For all their father noticed his display of defiance, it might as well have not happened. He simply patted his lap for Jerry to lie across, which Jerry did.
CRAAAAAAAACCK!! Joe thought Ted's whacks had been hard, but the first one to crack across Jerry's butt was harder than any of Ted's. Jerry grunted in surprise. CRAAAAACK!! CRAAAAACK!! CRAAAAACK!! CRAAAAACK!! CRAAAAACK!! CRAAAAACK!! CRAAAAACK!! CRAAAAACK!! CRAAAAACK!! After ten blistering shots, Jerry was gasping for breath. CRAAAAACK!! CRAAAAACK!! CRAAAAACK!! CRAAAAACK!! CRAAAAACK!! CRAAAAACK!! The next six shots landed where butt meets thigh, and Jerry, who had been trying not to cry out, let out what could only be called a squeal. "Not there Dad, no!" he yelled, his voice beginning to break. Joe stared at his brother, and Ted had managed to quiet his sobs and was staring as well.
CRAAAAACK!! CRAAAAACK!! CRAAAAACK!! CRAAAAACK!! CRAAAAACK!! CRAAAAACK!! CRAAAAACK!! CRAAAAACK!! CRAAAAACK!! CRAAAAACK!! CRAAAAACK!! CRAAAAACK!! CRAAAAACK!! CRAAAAACK!! CRAAAAACK!! CRAAAAACK!! CRAAAAACK!! CRAAAAACK!! Their father continued to spank Jerry over and over. Eventually he began to plead, then to sob and plead. Eventually he just sobbed as hard as he could, utterly broken. CRAAAAACK!! CRAAAAACK!! CRAAAAACK!! CRAAAAACK!! CRAAAAACK!! Still the spanking went on. CRAAAAACK!! CRAAAAACK!! CRAAAAACK!! Just when Joe thought his brother might never reach the end of his spanking, the brush landed one final time with a CRAAAAACK!! Jerry let out a strangled scream, arched his back, then collapsed with a sob.
Without allowing his son to compose himself, Marvin stood him back on his feet. He stood there bouncing a little and sobbing. His _c_o_c_k_ and balls were bouncing around as he jumped. His father reached out with his brush and tapped his dick with it. "If you're not keeping this to yourself son, and I hope you are, you had better make _d_a_m_n_ sure not to get Lisa or any other girl pregnant. A spanking won't be able to take care of that problem." Getting up, he hugged Jerry, reached out to tousle Ted's hair, and left the room.
Joe helped Ted to his feet and helped him stumble upstairs. He reached out to Jerry, but he pushed his hand away and crouched down on the floor with his head in his hands. AS he climbed the stairs, he grabeed Jerry's boxers and tossed them at him. He then had Ted come into his room and lie down on his bed, so he could rub his little brother's shoulders. He shook for a little while more, but soon calmed down and actually went to sleep.
A little while later Jerry came up, his boxers back on. He looked at Joe with red eyes, and said, "Sorry I was being such a jerk. God_d_a_m_n_ that hurt." Joe held out his arms, and Jerry hesitated, then embraced his brother. "I'm glad you're here for me Joe."