Author' Note: I have decided to tell all the stories from Brandon's spanking journals as they happened starting in the fall of 1993 through the spring of 1997, ages 10 - 14. The next installment will be renamed; "Brandon's Whippings - True Stories Part 3". They live now only in my memories. Enjoy.
As Abijah (affectionately known as just Bij) and I finished up discussing the punishment (See Brandon's Frist Whipping...) Brandon, a beautiful 10 year old boy stood sobbing facing the corner totally nude. His entire back was covered with cris-crossing stripes of purple and red raised weals. His gorgeous ass was solid purple bruises with no white showing. His legs whipped a little less than his butt picked up the _s_e_x_y pattern of crisscross welts of Bij's braided belt snaking around towards the front of this beautiful boy.
I told Bij that he had done an exceptionally good job but there was room for improvement such as lecturing him, changing positions more, and using more punishment tools, etc. He nodded, smiling. We decided to give Brandon a few days rest before the next session which would have to be after lights out since my wife would be gone during the after school slot again for a week.
Two days later came the opportunity. I was driving both to their schools when out of the blue Brandon swore aloud from the back seat as we past one of his friends walking with another boy Brandon hated. (Actually, I found out later it wasn't the other boy it was his friend he was mad at as Brandon was in love with him - but that's another whipping story).
Bij looked at me and laughed in disbelief. I said; "Handle it."
Bij turned around with a smile to look at Brandon and stated; "Tonight...My Room...10 o'clock!"
Brandon uttered; "Jeesh." I later saw him smiling in the rearview. Boy did he look cute with those green eyes twinkling with anticipation.
Just before bed time I pulled Bij aside and instructed him that he, was also to be nude from now on during punishments. He didn't protest like I thought. I reminded him of the time to start but to wait until I could be there to watch.
It seemed an eternity until my wife dosed off in bed. I tiptoed downstairs to Bij's room.
When I walked in they were playing Nintendo and laughing together, Brandon clad only in his tightie-whities. Instant boner - (me).
I sat next to them on the bed for only a few minutes until Bij stood up and turned off the game. Trying to look casual he said: "Brandon, let's get this over with." Brandon stood up.
I quickly reminded Bij to strip too. He seemed to hesitate but then complied.
I sat fully enrapt with the sight before me. A gorgeous, just 16 year old (who looked 13-14) stripping infront of his mostly nude 10 year old step brother who could not take his eyes off him either.
Bij stood there, nude, jet black pubic hair jutting out straight from the top base of his four inch errect penis. I could tell he was embarrassed as he turned to face Brandon and away from me. Brandon has had this view of Bij on several occasions according to his journals. Brandon sprang to life not five seconds later. No peachfuz yet but still thick yet very short. (He became huge in the next two years).
Bij took Brandon by his arm as he sat pulling him across his lap to start the spanking. I immediatly stopped them and reminded Bij to lecture first - standing. They both stood up. Bij with his back to me started telling Brandon that this whipping will be far worse than the last one and that he has also been a brat. The whole time I was starring at Bij's bubble but, very soft, white and _s_e_x_y. (Very Spankable - that does come later that year).
Bij said; "Are you ready for your punishment?"
Brandon; "I guess so." SMACK!
"What did you say?!"
"Yes, um, Yes Sir?" mumbled Brandon. Boy, Bij was really into his role.
"That is better." Brandon rubbed his face as he assumed his position across his brother's naked lap with his feet and head supported on the bed.
Bij and I both stared at his cute, but severely bruised ass wobbling like jello as Bij reached underneath to grab Brandon's boner for control (I taught him that).
Bij rubbed Brandon's naked soft ass for a while, all the time his own hard-on was peaking up by Brandon's hip for a view as well.
Bij's normally cute freckle face turned stern as he swung his hand high and lowered it with a loud smack on Brandon's ass. He repeated the blow immediately and continued in fast hard succession. Brandon started to arch his back gasping and kicking his lower legs wildly. Then the tears started after about 10 good spanks. His only sounds were very controlled gasps, moans, and muffled whispers.
Bij broke Brandon into sobs withing the first five minutes. He moved around his ass and lit it up bright red so the purple looked almost black in comparison. He spread Brandon's legs so to hit in his crack. His butt hole was clearly visible and Bij made sure the tips of his fingers got to it with painfull accuracy. He then pulled Brandon up on his side facing away from him to work his hip and the after only 15 spanks pulled him face up and continued to spank his penis. Brandon reacted in convultions to this. No longer hard, his little one inch of red dick wobbled from each blow. Adjusting his aim only slightly Bij aimed his fingers towards Brandon's feet to get a better angle on Brandon's Balls. This is when Brandon Yelped!
Bij was looking for this as the 15 minutes were nearly up and ordered Brandon to stand for the 30 minute whipping.
Brandon said; "Yes Sir" and slowly stood up rubbing his dick. Then moved to the center of the room, spread his legs and locked his hands together on top of his head of brown strait hair.
Bij, who already had the Nintendo cord in his hand, gave orders to the spanked pre-teen, crying in front of him.
"Count off 300 lashes, and don't miss count or you will start over!" We knew from two days ago 300 lashes lasted only five minutes if done hard and fast.
"Yes Sir!" Brandon croaked with wide eyes.
The first lash of the doubled coaxil cable swished through the air finding its mark across the bright red and purple bruised upper butt. Lash after last snapped across his wiggling ass. Brandon couldn't stand still. Hell, I could not of either. He continued to do a wild fast tap dance in place but did not remove his hands from position. Bij did not seem to mind this breach in his strict rules as he knew he was dominating Brandon. His errection was now limp with dripping seamen on the tip but I suppose that was because he was more into the beating than the _s_e_x_ual image at the moment.
After the 300 lashes were delivered it was then repeated on Brandon's Bare back, then 300 on his legs while grabbing his ankles, then 300 more on his erected penis and balls. Finishing with 300 on his tits and white arm pits.
For the last five minutes Bij handed Brandon the cord. Brandon was in too much pain to be in shock.
Bij instructed him to whip himself until time was up.
Brandon asked "Where and How Hard?"
Bij said; "Around onto your ass and as hard as you can or else!"
Brandon started like a pro. _c_o_c_k_ing his hip to the side with only one hand on his head he swung with full might of a strong 10 year old and lashed his backside feverishly. After Bij counted off 100 lashes, Brandon turned to continue with his dick now in full view to us. Bij got hard again.
As we finished I instructed Brandon to give his brother a blow job. Which neither seemed to argue about. I left the room as Brandon knelt before his brother to preform his duty.
Look for Brandon's Whippings - True Stories Part 3