Its the June half-term holiday of Robins final summer term at St Crispins. At 13 years old he is nearly ready to go to his public school. As it happens, his 10-year old brother Adam will move from the Junior House to Senior house in September, so there will still be a Winterton bottom for Frank Benson to exercise his right arm on when the occasion demands it!
The two barefoot boys are in their favourite spot of the rambling old country house where they live: the attic junk room. They are lying on an old mattress reading comics, the sun streaming through a window onto them. Robin has just reached the customary end of a Dennis the Menace story: Dennis is across his fathers knee having his bottom slippered vigorously. Robin feels a stirring, and rolls his own bottom around slightly to enjoy the sensation of squeezing his growing erection against the mattress. Lately almost anything seems to give him an erection: nervousness before a test, a bouncy car-ride, just soaping his _c_o_c_k_ in the bath without even trying to play with it. Robin knows about puberty - his Dad oh-so-accidentally left a little book called "Boys Growing Up" lying around last holiday - but hes fairly sure he hasnt actually got puberty yet. He hasnt been able to find any hair round his penis, despite daily inspections and occasional use of a magnifying glass, and his voice is still good enough for the Senior Choir at school. And unlike his friend Peter, nothing comes out when he masturbates.
Spanking things especially give him erections, even just comic ones. His mind wanders to the day before half-term when all the boys were excited and Lucas got really stupid in prep, asking for trouble in fact, and Frankie came in and made him take his shorts and pants down and bend over his desk for punishment. Robin was in the desk behind and could just watch it all so clearly...
Abruptly Robin stops this line of thought. He looks over at his brother, lying on his tummy, legs in the air, playing with a lock of his hair between his finger and thumb, like he always does when hes relaxed or sleepy. He notices how Adams small round bottom rises up from the line of his thighs and lower back. Robin swivels round so he is lying at right angles to his brother, a strange plan forming in his mind.
"Dennis the Menace always end up getting whacked" he remarks.
"Ummm."
"Youd better get used to the idea of being whacked once you get to Senior House. Frankies always whacking boys."
Adam says nothing. He and his friends in Junior House have already started speculating what it will be like to be a Senior.
Robin reaches over and starts to spank his brothers bottom lightly with the palm of his hand. Getting no reaction, he spanks harder. Hes surprised how bouncy it feels to spank a boys bottom.
"Pack it in."
"Do you want to know what its really like to get spanked by Frankie?"
"No!"
Theres a pause.
"Ill give you a Mars bar if you let me."
"You havent got a Mars bar."
"Ill have one tomorrow when we go shopping."
Another pause. Adam really is curious about what it must be like. He knows you get spanked on your bare bottom in Senior House. In Junior House theres no spanking punishment, only boring things like lines and standing in a corner.
"Alright."
"You cant start arguing or trying to back out. Its got to be exactly like Im the teacher and youre the schoolboy.
"OK."
Robin feels light-headed, shaky almost. He clears a space and finds an old stool to sit on. He glares at Adam, who is still lying on the mattress, and tries to force his throat to produce a deep schoolmasterly voice.
"Adam Winterton, come here."
Adam approaches half smiling, half nervous.
"Im sick of your revolting behaviour, boy, and Im going to give you a sound spanking."
"Whats a sound spanking?"
"Youre supposed to know that, you idiot. It means he just spanks you as much as he likes. Dont interrupt." This is his normal treble voice. He re-assumes his deep voice. "Remove your shirt, boy."
Adam slips off his T-shirt.
"Take down your trousers, young man."
Adam pulls his small cotton shorts down and steps out of them, standing in nothing but his underpants.
"Take your pants off."
"Only if you do too."
Robin explodes. "You cant say that to the teacher, dumbo! You just have to do what youre told."
"Sorreeee."
But Robin does take his shorts and pants off too - itll be more fun if hes nearly naked himself. His T-shirt is long enough to hide his erection from Adam. His _c_o_c_k_ feels so stiff it could explode if he doesnt wank soon. He walks over to his naked brother and grips his neck, leading him over just to the side of the stool. Robin sits down and lays his hand on Adams bottom, rubbing and occasionally pinching it. He notices that he is naturally looking straight at Adams penis - presumably when Frankie spanks you its the same?
"Over my knee, you young hound." he growls. The feel of his brothers warm, soft little body on his bare thighs sends a tingle up Robins legs to his groin. He tucks the bottom of his T-shirt into the V formed by his lower stomach and his erect penis, giving the latter a few delicate fingertip strokes. He runs his palm all over Adams small buttocks.
"Why do you keep rubbing my bum?"
"Because thats what Frankie always does."
"Why?"
"Nobody knows."
"Keep rubbing me there, just between my legs - it feels lovely."
Slightly forgetting that he is supposed to be punishing the little boy not pleasuring him, Robin slides his hand between Adams thighs and tickles. Squeals and squirms of delight greet this, reminding Robin that he is meant to be Frankie. He stops tickling that sensitive area of his brothers body.
"You have to keep quiet when youre being spanked or you get extra," he explains in his normal voice. "Bite your teeth together. Thats what I do."
He sees Adam take this advice. Robin looks down and prepares to start spanking. Before doing so, he tugs down at the base of his penis and watches his foreskin slither back and his shiny glans poke out. (He knows these words from the book his Dad left lying around.). He cracks his hand down as hard as he can across Adam's entire bottom, expecting the boy to yell or jump up. But Adam really seems to be entering into the spirit of things - showing he can take a good, old-fashioned St Crispin's bare-bottom spanking without complaint. He does wriggle, but to be fair Robin forgot to warn him about that.
Adam remembers that when he used to get hand-spankings from Frankie in Form 3 and Form 4 (the slipper is the mildest instrument applied to delinquent backsides in Form 5) the man would always concentrate on one side of your bum at a time. He smacks Adam's nearer buttock as hard as he can, then its twin. Adam keeps quiet, but his bottom wriggles and bucks in protest, grazing against the tip of Robin's penis. This gives the 13-year-old such an intense shaft of pleasure that he gasps "Move nearer to me!" and pulls his little brother closer, so the side of Adams bottom is right up against his erection. By pushing his stomach forward he now has his penis beautifully squeezed between the soft skin of Adams bottom and the soft skin of his own stomach. By squeezing his legs together he can get a lovely feeling in his balls, he finds.
Robin realises that if he continues to excite himself like this things will soon reach their inevitable climax. He eases his stomach back so his stiff pre-pubescent penis stands free. He concentrates on his spanking now. Adams bottom is covered with light red spank marks, but the little boy lies there submitting exactly as promised. Robin notes the delicate quivering of the 10-year-olds small buttocks as he slaps them.
Robin, Ive had enough.
One more minute.
Robin gets his penis nicely caught between stomach and bottom again, realising he must get his orgasm soon, before Adam starts to rebel at further punishment.
Wriggle your bum hard, Adam. It helps.
Adam rocks his body from side to side, each rock exciting the ultra-sensitive skin of his older brothers glans. Things now take a wild turn: Robin is pushing his stomach in and out, squeezing his legs together, spanking less and less accurately. His pleasure rises almost unbearably then explodes.
Robin stops spanking, drained by the tumultuous sensations of the last few minutes. Adam climbs up and peers round at his own bottom, which he is rubbing hard.
He notices Robins penis tottering back to limpness and giggles.
Naughty boy!
Adam kneels down and takes his brothers penis in his hands, his own small organ stiffening in response. There are few secrets between young brothers!