Chapter 1. Brent's Story.
Hi, there. My name is Brent Patterson and I am eighteen years old. I am in my last year at collge. I live in a village called Little Fielden, in mid Es_s_e_x_ with my mother and older brother Craig who is six years older than me. My father died when I was eleven years old and it was because of his death that we became a very close, supportive family. I was particularly close to Craig. He was a keen sportsman, espacially rugger and fotball. He like paying tennis, which he was particularly good at and golf. We often played these games togther.
I confess to being rather selfish and wayward and my mother and Craig put up with a lot of my bad behaviour, on account that I was stil grieving over the death of my father. But one day, all this was about to change.
During the spring vacation, I was sitting at home waiting for my friends, Tom and Nik to call round. Craig was out at work and my mother was away for a month on business. My father built up a successful import export business and my mother was carying on with it. Well, I thought I would have a drink from the mother' drinks cabinet. I poured myself a vodka and helped myself to one of Craig's cigars. As I sat drinking and smoking, the door bell rang. I stubbed out the cigar and finished my drink. When I answered the door, Nik and Tom were there with their bikes. We decided to go for a ride in the countryside. We had a marvelous time and arrived back home about 6.00 'clock. Craig was waiting for in the kitchen.
'Go and wait in my room!' he said sternly.
'O. K.' I said. 'What's up?'.
'Just do as you are told'
I went to his room worried because Criag rarely spoke to me like that. Obviously something was wrong.
When Craig came into the room, he was carrying the glass, which still had a drop of vodka in it and the stubbed out cigar.
'Can you expalain this?' he said.
The cigar and the drink, I thought. I had forgotten all about them. 'Well, I said, 'I thought you wouldn't mind' A rather weak excuse I admit, but I was frightened by now. Would he tell mum when she got back? Would she punish me by stopping my allowance? I couldn't afford that. I was £1,000 in debt already.
'For your information, I do mind. I didn't give you permission to take one of my cigars nor allow you to help yourelf to a drink. That is stealing' Craig said.
'But'
'No buts' he said. 'You have become a selfish boy and I am going to punish you' With that, he pulled the chair from his desk and put it in the middle of the room.
'Now, either i punish you or I tell mother when she get's home. What is it to be?
'How will you puish me'? I asked, getting some idea what he was going to do, because Tom and Nik are often spanked by their older brothers.
'I'm going to spank you across your bare bottom'.
'No way' I said.
'Alright. Now, get out. I'll tell mum'.
I thought quickly. If he tells mum I'll lose my allowance. 'If I let you spank me, you promise not to tell mum?
'Yes', I promise. But you mustn't tell mum I spanked you. Is that a deal?
'Yes, sure', I said.
'Right', said Craig, 'Get your jeans down and come across my knee.
He sat on the chair and I went over his knee. He lifted his left knee so that my bottom stuck out.
SMACK! 'Listen carefully. Because you are in disgrace, you are to call mer sir. Understood!' SMACK!
'What for. You're my brother not my _f_u_c_k_ing teacher'
'SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Don't you dare use bad language when you are beibg spanked'
'Well it hurt.
SMACK! SMACK! Oww. _s_h_i_t_, that hurt. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
If you do not do as you're told, you will get it even harder. And don't forget, you call me "sir"
O. K.
SMACK! 'O. K. what?' SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
'Owwweeeee. O. K. sir!
SMACK! 'That's better. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
There was nothing I could do. As much as I tried to riggle out, Craig held me in a vicetype grip. In spite of threats, which were empty, I still couldn't get him to stop.
SMACK! SMACK! You are a selfish little brat. Do you know that? SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Your mother and I have put up with your bad behaviour. SMACK! and your selfish attidude. SMACK! Mother and I are fed up with getting you out of trouble. SMACK! Now. SMACK! you have got to pull your socks up. SMACK! The first thing you can do is tidy your room up; not leave it to Mrs. Watkins when she come in to clean the house. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Do you understand! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
'Yes sir' I cried. 'Please don't spank me anymore sir. My ass SMACK! I mean my bottom sir, is red hot. Oh please sir, no more. I promise to be good' I wailed. The tears were streaming down my face.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! ' This is to make sure that you will be a good boy. Now I'll help you up and you are to go to your room and stay there till I call you. Understood?
'Yes sir' I said. It was no use asking if I could go out with Tom and Nik. If I did, Craig would probably put me over his knee and give me another spanking. And that I didn't want!
As I lay on my bed, I got to thinking it over what Craig had done. He had been cross with me in the past, but this was the first time he had been angry. I was fond of Craig. In fact I worshipped him. Now, I admire him even more because of the spanking. He really hurt, but he was not afraid to discipline me. Furthermore, as my bottom turn from red hot to a warm glow, I began to feel an erection. In fact, thinking about it, I am sure Craig came on hard as well. I rather liked calling him 'sir', because he was so strict.
Later that evening Craig came to my room. I stood up, as a sign of my respect. 'How are you? He said. Have you learned your lesson?
'Yes thank you sir' I said.
Craig sat on my bed and sat me on his knee. 'You know Brent, mum and I are very fond of you. But, you had to learn an important lesson, which is to show consideration for others. I think you have been asking for this for a long time, haven't you?
'Yes sir', I replied.
'Well, the punishment is over. Now, I am going to do one last favour. I am going to pay off your debt. But there is one condition. If you are ever naughty again, I will give you a spanking. Is that understood?
'Yes sir and thank you', I said with relief. I put my arms round his neck and kissed and hugged him.
'That's settled then. Now, tomorrow I am not working. How about a game of golf? Would you like that?'
'Yes please sir' I said, glad to be back in favour again.
'You don't have to call me "sir" now'
'But I like calling you "sir", sir'
With that we bothed laughed.
'Oh! yes please sir'
More to follow.