"If you really want to know, it hurt like hell," Bob replied. "Believe me, you would not have enjoyed getting a spanking."
"How the _f_u_c_k_ do you know. Im not you - wimp - Im a _f_u_c_k_ing _s_e_x_y punk dude with tude and I think it would be soooooooo cool to get a spanking. " Jonny spread his legs to show off but also, his snake was making him a bit uncomfortable raising its head inside the hot tight red leather jeans. "Did you cry," Jonny sneered at his older brother, blowing some of the dark bangs out of his eyes momentarily. It was a habit he had developed to increase the disgust of his long luscious hair.
"Youre going to be crying in a minute, little punk boy. Is that your mommys fingernail polish on your fingernails, sissy," Bob laughed at his brother, teasing him. Johnnys face went red - he could feel it rising as if from his bone to his cheeks. He LOVED the teasing but couldnt control his bodys reaction to it either. He was easily embarrassed.
For a few more days, Jonny kept strutting around town in his skin-tight leathers of various colours and styles, skin-tight t-shirts that clung to him and his leather jacket and leather boots - chains dripping everywhere. His long hair curled around the tip of his nose and sometimes a curl would inch its way into his right nostril. The extra-long strips on the sides of his head bleached bright blond and blew in the wind when it was blowing. Sometimes this long long blond sections blew across his face or way out in front of him - he didnt really like that - but he could ruin his style.
Brother Bob watched the little punk assed kid and knew what he was doing - hanging around barber shops to get comments about his long "special" hair and hanging around old dudes in the park or old-dude bars to get comments about his tight little ass. Still, Jonny wasnt having much luck getting anybody to threaten spanking him - it was hardly mentioned although there were rude comments about his totally skin clinging clothes and his little ass - they didnt often mention spanking. So, he took one of his muscle shirts and wrote on the back with a marker: SPANK THIS and drew an arrow pointing toward his leather clad ass.
"This should draw some attention," he laughed.
It did !
The very first day he wore the shirt with his red leather jeans, his package slung into the pouch made to relief the stress of the otherwise hugely snug jeans. He was hanging around a bar that mostly old guys went to when it started to rain. He didnt like the rain much because it ruined his hairstyle, so he stepped inside the vestibule of the bar and watched out the window waiting for the rain to stop. A couple of old dudes saw him standing there and shook their heads. After a while, the old dudes were leaving the bar and Jonny was still waiting at the door. He heard them coming and smirked under his huge fringe of long hair. He could feel his boner hardening underneath the leather, and hoped he could control himself to not get over embarrassed.
"Look at that little _f_u_c_k_er," one of the guys said. "Isnt that the cutest little ass you ever saw ?"
"yeah, is it a guy or a girl - looks like a wee girl to me with all that hair and the cute little ass on it."
"yeah, Id like to take care of that little ass," the old guy laughed.
This wasnt exactly what Jonny wanted. He couldnt believe theyd see him as a girl. But then, the real fun came.
"Nah, thats a little dude all fancied up. Look at his shirt." By now the old guys were standing next to Jonny, talking while Jonny kept looking out the window, pretending he wasnt listening.
"Mmm, well if he were my son that ass would be burning hot - he wouldnt be able to sit down in those fancy pants of his."
The other old guy laughed, "Yeah, my boy wouldnt be able to walk in pants that tight if he were a punk like him. His butt would be the sorest in the state. Hed wished he hadnt shown off his tight little ass."
"Kid hasnt worked a day in his life."
"Who would hire him with all that hair, and look at this fag tail in back all the way to his pretty leather ass."
"Snip snip snip," the old dude laughed and tugged on Jonnys awesome bright blond rat tail his pride and joy.
The boy couldnt believe that the old dude had dared to touch his beautiful hair - his lovely rat tail was not to be touched !! But the guys had gone out just as he was yanking on the kids hair, so there was nothing he could do now but go home and take care of his hotrod that was lurching inside his jeans waiting to be satisfied. This memory was going to give him some VERY good masturbation sessions.
When he arrived home, he was all _s_e_x_ed up and rarin to get into his room and wank off. Unfortunately his bro was at home and intercepted him.
"Saw you hanging outside the bar today, baby bro," Bob told him.
Jonny felt a bit guilty and worried. "So, what the _f_u_c_k_, dude - I wasnt drinking."
"Well, no, I didnt think so. But you were taunting."
"So what, what the _f_u_c_k_ - get out of my way," Jonny pushed past his big bro who didnt stop him but followed him to his room.
"What are you doing now, baby bro?"
"_f_u_c_k_ you, whats it to you," Jonny sneered at his brother in his best Billy Idol impression.
"Why are you wearing a muscle shirt that says "spank me" on the back, little punk. Do you really want a spanking."
Jonny was nervous, but he was all _s_e_x_ed up too and hadnt relieved himself yet. The thought of his bro slapping his ass made his hardon almost too hard to contain in the tight leather jeans clinging to his long lean legs atop high-heeled leather boots.
"Yeah, I do want a spanking, _f_u_c_k_er - I told you it would be cool."
"Ill give you a spanking if you really want one, punk - but it aint cool and youd be under my control once you are over my knee."
"Bring it on, asshole," Jonny used his most punk-assed voice. "Jonny boy needs a wittle spankin fwom is bwover," he switched to his baby voice and slipped a clubbing pacifier in his mouth giving it a few sucks while staring through his long curly bangs at his bro. One of the dark curls was stuck in his nostril and wavered every time he took a breath. His long lashes made the other bangs move from time to time, too.
"So long as you know - if we play this game, your ass is going to get it good," Bob informed him. "You make the first move, if you are sure you want to go ahead."
Jonny hesitated only a moment. But his six inch stick was directing him now - the penis brain was in control. "What are you a _f_u_c_k_ing wimp," he challenged, took the pacifier out of his mouth, and blew a spitball right at his brother hitting him in the cheek. Jonny saw the glint in bros eye just before he turned to put the pacifier back on his dresser and march away, strutting in his skin-tight red leather jeans.
Bob grabbed the pure blond rat tail, the long hair that hung down the punks back to his arse. He pulled the kid by the long hair and reached around to his chin, turning Jonnys head so he could look into the boys eyes. Despite the long long _s_e_x_y hair hanging over his eyes and nose, Bob was so close that he could stare through the hair and see his little punk brothers eyes. "You just got yourself a spanking, baby bro. You shouldnt be suckin on a pacifier at your age, and look at this mess of hair. You look like a sissy boy or a girl - you need to be brought up to date, little boy."
Jonny was shaking with nerves and excitement. "Dont _f_u_c_k_ with my hair, asshole," he yelled. "My _f_u_c_k_ing hair is my pride and joy -