Chuck, Lisa, Mom, Dad, and I were all on a weekend trip at our aunt and uncle's house in the hills of Montana. We were having a great time. Our cousins were cool but sometimes they were a little daring and uncontrollable. On Friday night the oldest cousin, Jeremy, took Chuck and I on a hike through a dangerous part of the woods. We had promised to be back by 6 when in actuality we did not get back until close to 8. One reason for our tardiness was the fact Jeremy took us to a place where Chuck could skinny dip swim while he and I drank some beer. The time slipped away from us and we had a little difficulty getting back. Once we arrived Jeremy's Dad questioned us and told Jeremy to go to get his dinner and then go to his room. Dad told Chuck and I to do the same and gave us a serious angry look. After about an hour Dad came in the room and lectured us for 10 to 15 minutes and asked if we had drank any beer since apparently Jeremy had. I had to admit it and Chuck also admitted to trying it since Jeremy offered him some.
I thought Dad would go easy on us since we were being honest and were on vacation. Wrong! He was so angry that he took off his belt and told us both to take off our shorts and to lean across the bed side-by-side as he pointed to where he wanted us. We both started protesting when he sternly told us to shut up and do as he instructed before he did it for us. There was no reason to argue at this point. We pulled our shorts off and then Dad updated his demand by including the underwear also. We complied and bent across the bed. Dad started swatting Chuck first and then switched over to me. We would get about 5 licks and then he'd switch back to the other. Chuck was crying and I was trying not to shed a single tear. Back and forth he went and it was painful. When would it stop?
Finally, when we were both crying, he stopped and put his belt back on. What was I to do now? I had managed to cover my front before bending across the bed and now my pants and underwear were in a chair where Dad had placed them. "You boys get up," Dad said, and we did. Now I was nude from the waste down and was fully exposed as was Chuck. We got a 2-minute lecture and he left the room with an order to get dressed and go to bed. Chuck had stopped crying and had realized my nudity by looking over and staring. I proceeded to grab my underwear when he made a comment about how red my big butt looked and then asked me was his butt real red? I told him it was and asked if he wanted me to make it redder. He started to tear again when I said I was just kidding and handed him his pants and underwear. Then he really surprised me by asking why God gave us hair. I'm sure he was referring to my penis and butt hair but I just said it must be for protection of some type - to keep some of our body warmer. He was okay with that, crawled into the bed, and dozed off in a matter of minutes.
The next day was much better. Chuck asked me to check his butt to see if it was still red. He offered to check mine but I told him I already had and it was okay. He then asked if we could go back to the creek and if I'd skinny dip swim with him. I started to say "No" but just smiled and said okay. I was hoping he would forget but after about 10 times I finally agreed to go. He held me to the promise and I, being an honest guy, swam naked with him along with our cousin Paul. We made it back on time this time. Chuck got another swat on the butt for saying a bad word when we got back but we never got spanked together again. Although it was painful and unpleasant, Chuck and I became closer after that and we were able to talk about anything and everything and ended up being close brothers. It, unfortunately, took a bare butt whipping to draw us closer. That was my last spanking but there were many more for Chuck.