Okay, okay, so Jonny was a spoiled brat. He was 19 years old, had a very slender body that he liked to show off under his expensive clothes. He wore the tightest leather jeans imaginable most of the time with chains dripping from his hip. He had lots of leather boots to choose from - his favourite were those that gave him some additional height - with the added advantage of making his already lean legs look even longer and leaner clad in the ultra-tight leather jeans. Chains dripped off the boots, too, making a noisy clanging as he walked, drawing attention to his every move.
Jonny wore three earrings in one ear and just one diamond stud in the other. He usually had his fingernails well groomed and painted dark purple or black. His clothes were his pride and joy ! But his real pride and joy was his hair !! Jonny LOVED his hair. He had bangs trimmed straight across the bridge of his nose with longer strips on the left and right side that extended well past his jaw line. These long strips were bleached almost white they were so blond - to contrast with the darker hair everywhere else. The top and back were tapered except for an very very long strip of hair down the centre-back that extended all the way down his back to the top of his skin-tight leather trousers. His rat-tail was enormous and it, too was bleached blonde-white to show it off more. He often wore dark red, black (or any dark color) shirts to reveal this thin, extended pride and joy rattail. He wore his bangs so long over his eyes that he actually had to tilt his head up to see where he was going.
He LOVED the attention all this gave him - "cut your hair, faggot"
"nice leather, fag boy" he was Punk and he loved it.
Jonny strutted, literally - he had a punk swagger that annoyed almost everyone. He often mixed swear words with baby talk, and sometimes liked to suck on a pacifier when he was clubbing or just generally trying to annoy the oldsters as he called them- older people who hated his "style" and punk attitude. He was always teasin dudes with short hair and what he considered "boring" lifestyles with his very expensive clothes and jewellery and his very punk style. He was spoiled, he knew it and he flaunted it.
One thing Jonny had wet dreams about was some dude cutting his precious long locks off without his permission. He had always thought about it, and even the mention of his hair made him tighten up in his already tight leather jeans. He had to be careful sometimes, because, although he was punk and had lots of tude, he was easily embarrassed and his face turned beet red if the hidden snake became a little too obvious between his legs. His package was always there to see with the leather pouch protecting and showing off - but the rod could get carried away sometimes.
Still, this didnt stop him from hanging around barber shops to get glares from the older guys going in for short haircuts, or going past bars that only sports dudes or older guys hung out at because they would sometimes get a little drunk and tease him about his hair or his little leather ass struttin on top of his leather boots - looking tough (well, trying to look tough - for the older men, he looked a little too pretty and just like a kid trying to be something else, like a rock star or something.)
The other thing Jonny had wet dreams about lately was the idea of getting a spanking. Some dude a few weeks ago had yelled across the street, "Get your ass into that barber shop, faggot or Ill give that tight leather ass of yours a whippin you wont forget little boy."
Jonny didnt like being called a little boy, but the thought of some dude actually spanking him - SPANKING him !! was exciting to the extreme, especially as it was attached to his getting a haircut - YIKES !
From then on, he had been teasin his older bro more than usual. His brother was 9 years older and had many spankings when he was younger. But dad changed his mind about child rearing big time by the time Jonny came around, and little Jonny hadnt had as much as a swat on his sweet little punk ass.
Bob hated little bros long hair - especially the bleached parts and the fact that the stupid kid couldnt even see where he was going. By the time Jonny had become a teenager the familys financial situation had changed dramatically and he got a huge allowance and all the fancy dandy clothes he wanted. Whenever Jonny pouted with his big lips and shaggy mane hangin over his eyes, he got what he wanted.
Bob was jealous of this situation, and Jonny used it to his advantage always bragging about his hair and style etc. etc. But lately, hed been talking about spankings.
"What did it feel like to be spanked, Bob," he asked.
"What the _f_u_c_k_ do you want to know for," he laughed at the silly kid punk.
"Well, I was just wonderin cause Ive never been spanked, thats all," Jonny smirked at his older bro. "You know my ass is pristine, never been swatted."
"Yeah, a little too pristine."
"Dude, I was just wondering what it felt like to be humiliated and have your butt slapped."
"Dont call me, dude, baby bro," Bob warned. Bob hated the word "dude" and he knew that the punk hated being called baby bro or "the baby" - even though he was.
"_f_u_c_k_ you, dude," Jonny spat back in his usual punk manner. "I am no _f_u_c_k_ing baby," he spread his legs and let bro get a good look at his red leather jeans that clung to his strong but long lean legs and his package. "Im a _f_u_c_k_in stud punk."
"Youre a little spoiled brat, thats what you are."
"_f_u_c_k_ dude, I just wanted to know what it was like to be spanked, just tell me."
"Or what," Bob laughed but he was annoyed at the little punk.
"Or I wont leave you alone. Ill just keep bugging you, dude, until you tell me what it was like, dude. And dont leave out any details. I want you to tell me all about your spanking experiences, dude - "
"Is that why youve been hanging around those old bars letting people yell at you and make rude comments. Are you looking for a spanking, little baby bro."
"_f_u_c_k_ YOU, stop calling me that," Jonny adjusted his crotch with his long fingers. He pulled his hair up briefly just to get a good look at his older brother who stood in front of him with his crew-cut and conservative work clothes. Hed been taught to work and had held a job since his late teens. He wasnt going to change now. Jonny, on the other hand, was a spoiled punk who may never work - or so he thinks. "Yeah, I think spankings are cool. I want you to tell me all about it."
"Ill go you one better," Bob looked down at little bro. "Ill give you a spanking that you wont forget if you dont shut up, hows that."
"Yeah, you and whose _f_u_c_k_in army, dude ! You couldnt spank a punk dudes ass like mine if your life depended on it - my ass is soooooooooooo cool and untouchable, just like my long hair and my rattail." Jonny swung his long tail into Bobs face.
"Watch it, bro, Im getting fed up with you and this fag tail hair and all that hair hanging in your face. That tight leather ass of yours may be burning if your not careful."
"Promises, promises, _f_u_c_k_ your an asshole. You cant even answer a simple question. How did it feel to have your ass spanked by the old man ?"