This story follows on from "A voyage back in time".
Jamie McCutcheon squirmed uncomfortably on his chair with a sheepish grin on his face. "I was just er relaxing... doing a bit of time-tourism, Austin."
"Oh, I see. And you were relaxing so much you were screaming your head off and wanking onto the floor like there was no tomorrow. Which century were you in and what the heck was going on?"
Jamie decided to come clean with his brother. "I was delving a bit into our family tree. There was this Thomas McCutcheon who lived in the nineteenth century. He went to Rugby School in England - it still exists to this day. Back in those days schoolboys got birched when they broke the school rules. I watched Thomas being birched – on his sixteenth birthday, poor guy! - and was curious to experience what it felt like, so I got the simulator to reproduce the pain of the birching. I only wanted to feel a stroke or two. Unfortunately, the simulator got jammed and so I felt the whole 16 strokes he got and then all the strokes which the seven boys who followed him got - another 52!"
"Wow! That must have been agonizing!"
"It was, though of course the pain wasn't as cumulative as if I had been there getting it in the flesh. And my bum wasn't being cut to ribbons as theirs was, it was all in my head. The funny thing was that although I wanted to escape the pain, at the same time it was a fantastic turn-on. My dick seemed to have a mind of its own..."
"You can say that again. Look at the mess you've made on the floor! Say Jamie, could you find that scene again? I'd like to watch Thomas' birching too. This time let's make sure you don't get the button jammed!"
Jamie did not take long to find the scene again and Austin was transfixed by it. Like his younger brother, he was amazed at Thomas' fortitude in taking such a severe flogging so well. But unlike Jamie, he was turned on not so much by the victim, but by the overriding authority of Dr Kineholme - the teacher who was birching Thomas. He felt his penis swell as Dr Kineholme's wiry but muscular arms made the birch sing through the air and land with a loud thwap on the victim's buttocks. As the birching proceeded, Austin glanced at Jamie and saw that he, by contrast, was identifying with Thomas. Suddenly an idea struck him. Why not make the scene for real? Why not put Jamie over the sofa and give him a real-life birching? Jamie glanced back at his brother and must have read his thoughts. "You're not thinking what I think you're thinking, are you?" he said.
"Little bro, I'd love to spank you. Would you let me?"
Jamie thought a moment. "Yes, I would. And I'd like you to birch me too!"
"There's a birch tree at the bottom of our garden. No one's around at the moment. We'll try and make a few rods like the ones in Kineholme's study."
Jamie was trembling with excitement. The computer simulation of Thomas' birching, though almost unbearable, was a fantastic experience, but it was all in the mind. Jamie was filled with raw lust at the thought of receiving a real birching on his very real bottom! There was a very uncomfortable bulge at the front of his pants. Austin took him by the ear and marched him out into the garden, picking up a pair of secateurs on the way. "Ow, Austin! Go gently on my ear! Pleeease!"
"See that birch tree, boy? Go cut twelve switches and bring them to me."
Jamie obediently went to a lush birch tree growing luxuriantly by the stream at the end of the garden. He cut some whippy shoots growing near the base of the trunk and a few thin branches, then trimmed the useless twigs at the bottom of each switch, as he had seen the gardener at Rugby school do. Then he pulled off all the leaves and brought the bundle of rods back to Austin, who gave him a thick rubber band. "Put this round the bundle to keep the rods together, Jamie, then extend the birch to me with both hands and ask me politely to discipline you."
Jamie loved this and played his role to perfection. He held out the birch-rod with his head pointing demurely down towards the ground. Then he kissed it as he had seen Thomas do, and said: "Oh sir, I'm really sorry for being such a bad boy. Please birch me so that I will learn my lesson."
"Certainly, young Jamie. Kindly remove your pants and trousers and assume the position over that fallen tree trunk over there."
Jamie did as he was told and meekly draped himself over the tree trunk. The bark was uncomfortably rough and scraped his now fully erect penis.
"Legs further apart, young man!" ordered Austin.
Jamie obeyed, though not without dread as his most tender parts were now vulnerable to birch strokes.
"You will now receive 24 strokes of the birch."
Jamie rose and protested: "Come on, Austin, that's far too many! Thomas only got 16 and that was back in 1834 when every boy got birched at Rugby School."
"That's another 6 for answering back. You will now get 30 strokes. You will count each one and say 'Thank you, Austin. Please may I have another stroke, until you reach 30."
Jamie realised it was useless to argue. "Yes, Austin. Thank you, Austin" he said, resuming his position over the tree-trunk.
Austin savoured his moment of power. He smelled the pleasant, woody aroma of the birch-rod and did a few practice swishes with it in the air. Seeing Dr Kineholme in action on the time-reader gave him a pretty good idea of the technique he would need to use when birching his younger brother.
Austin drew his arm back, took a short run and swished the birch with full force down onto Jamie's quivering buttocks. Jamie was surprised that the pain was not excessive. In fact, Thomas's flogging, which Jamie had felt via the simulator, had been quite a bit more severe, he thought. However, the pain really started to kick in by the sixth stroke and by the tenth Jamie was close to giving up. Somehow he managed to grit his teeth and hang on and by the twentieth stroke he knew he would be able to last the full thirty. His buttocks were cut in a number of places and blood was trickling down his thighs. But Austin was so intoxicated by the experience of administering a real flogging that he was oblivious to the state of Jamie's bottom. Nor was Jamie particularly concerned. He was enjoying the birch so much he was pushing his buttocks out to receive the next stroke. As the thirtieth stroke landed with an almighty SWIIISHH, he jumped up and hugged his brother. "Oh Austin! Thank you! Thank you sooo much! That was awesome!"
"I really enjoyed that. We must do this again!"
"Not too often, Austin. I don't think my butt could stand it!"
And both boys went back into the house to relieve their rock-hard erections. This had been a defining experience in their lives. They had always been close as brothers, but this bonded them together even closer. As far as CP was concerned, they were made for one another.
Jamie couldn't wait to do some more time-tourism and re-enact other spanking scenes with his brother.