Chapter 2. Craig's Story.
So, I hope you enjpyed reading my little brother's story of his first spanking from me. He certainly pulled himself togther for a time. He kept his room tidy so it was easy for Mrs. Watkins, how house keeper for many years and he became mnmore thoughful, until just recently.
It happened only last week. Mum was away again on businss and I was tied up at work getting the accounts ready for the end of the tax year. Brent was left much to his own devices and ths is where things went wrong.
When I came home from work, late evening, there was a message on my answerphone from Mrs. Watkins asking me to giver her a call. I thought that this must be serious, after all she would never have done that unless she had a good reason. So, after I had something to eat, I 'phoned her. She apologised for worrying me, but she wanted to say that she couldn't clean Brent's room properly because he left it so untidy. He kept making excuses thathe was too busy revising for his exams. This i found odd, since Brent was not one for hard study, another problem I will have to sort out with him. I thanked Mrs. Watkins and told her that I would deal with it when Brent came home.
As I sat thinking about Brent, I couldn't help thinking about the first sppanking I gave him. It really turned me on having him across my knee spanking those smooth round buttocks of his. In fact since the first spanking, I have playfully patted the seat of his tight fitting Jeans. He nearly always wore a jock, so they really felt smpooth to the touch. Now, I was going to spanking that firm smooth bottom for the second time and the thought has given me an erection. However, I will be patient. He will no doubt be late home and, as I can do some work from home, I will deal with little brother in the morning.
Brent came home shortly before midnight. He told me he had been to the pub with Tom and Nik, for a drink and a game of pool then all three went to Tom's home and played computer games. It was in the morning that I told Brent to go to my room. Mum was away and it Mrs. Watkins' day off. I could see he looked worried but he did as he was told. As he turned round to go, I noticed his tight jeans and became excited at the spanking I was going to give him.
He stood in the middle of the room. 'What's up, sir?'
'Brent, what have I said about keeping your room tidy?'
'Well, I have tried, but with so much revision I don't seem to have time to do it propoerly sir'
I knew he was worried because he kept calling me 'sir'. This for me was a good sign. He had learned that what I say I mean and there would be no argument.
'Brent' I said, 'If you have time, in the middle of your exam revision, to go out for the evening to play pool and computer games, you have time to tidy your room so that Mrs. Watkins can clean it. Wouldn't you say?'
'Well I like a break now and again, sir'
'You haven't answered my question. Beside, you have been out most of the weekend and the past two nights. That's surely more than 'a break now and again', wouldn't you say?
'I suppose so, sir'
'And another thing, I trusted you to make sure your room was tidy. I never went to inspect your room to see if you had tidied it. I thought your first spanking taught you a lesson and, I admit you had been behaving responsibly; that is, until now. You have not only left you room in a mess, but like your GCSE revision at school you are doing very little of it now, which means you may scrape by with a pass in your A levels as you did with you GCSE. What have you to say for yourself?'
Brent just stood there looking more frightened than ever. He knew what he was going to get, but being a typical boy he tried to wriggle out.
'Sir, if I promise to tidy my room each day and study harder, will I be let off a spanking?'
Brent, you can't get out of it that easily. You must learn to accept the consequences of your actions and take whatever punishment I will give you. Understood?'
'But sir'.
'No buts. Take your jeans down and come over here' With that, I pulled the chair from my desk and placed it in the middle of the room. 'Over my knee boy'.
'Yes sir'. With that he came right over my knee so that his bottom stuck well out. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
As I gave him the first twelve he wriggled but I held him firm. The sound of my hand smacking his bare smooth buttocks made them quiver. He let out a few gasps, but that was all. Now for the firm talk as I continued to spank him.
'Listen carefully, SMACK! When I tell you to dome something. SMACK! You do it. SMACK! Understood. SMACK!.
Owwww sir, yes sir. SMACK! OWW. SMACK! Oww, sir'
'What did I say you had to do? SMACK! Oww.
'I had to do as I was told sir, SMACK! Owwweeee sir. Please sir, no more spanking sir. SMACK! oweee, sir. I promise i will do as you say sir. SMACK! SMACK! Oweeeeee! sir. I promise, sir'.
'So, why did you, SMACK! SMACK! not do as you were told. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Owweeeeeee! Please sir! no more please'.
With that he was crying like a child. I decided I would let up and allow him to go to his room and tidy up. I told him I would be in later to check.
I knocked on his door and went in. Brent stood looking very sorry for himself. he had tidied the room and with that I let the matter drop thinking there would be no more trouble for some time. But, it wasn't long before I would have to call him to my room for a more serious matter, that required a caning.
When I first started disciplining Brent, I though I would by a senior cane. Grahem, Tom's older brother told me where I could buy one. It was at a shop in Soho. Onmy way to catch the train home, I stopped off at the shop and bought a ver swishy senior cane. I didn't think I would have to use it on Brent's bare bottom so soon.
It was a matter of two days after Brent and his friends Tom and Nik had been out for a drink and then on to Tom's house that I got a call from the landlord. He complained that the boys had been making a lot of noise swearing at snd making fun of old Mr. Lightfoot, a local character who roams arond the village talking to himself, or, if he is particularly happy dancing down to middle of the road. But he was harmless enough, even though he caused many a car to serve onto the pavement! Brent was in his room revising. When I put the 'phone down, I called him to come and see me at once.
I glared at him. 'I have just had the lanlord of the pub on the 'phone. He tells me you, Tom and Nik, were noisey and not only making fum of Mr. Lightfoot, but swaring at him as well. Is this true!'
He tried to avoid my stare. He stood head down.
'Well!' I demanded.
'Yes sir, it's true'
'I give you credit for coming straight out with the truth and not making excuses. Well done. But I am going to punish severely. What about Tom and Nik? Are they going to be punished?'
'They already have, sir. Last night'.
'Right! Take your jeans down and bend of my desk'. With that I got the cane.
'Oh no! Please not the cane sir'.
'Yes, because what you did was very wrong. I am going to give you twelve strokes. If you get up, I will add to them. Understood?'
'Yes sir.'
With that he presented his firm buttocks for the cane.
SWISH! Oweeeee. SWISH! 'Oweeeeee, sir'. SWISH! 'Oweeeee, sir' SWISH! 'PLEASE sir Oweee. And so it went on.
After he had received the twelve strokes, I helped him up and took him to his room. He lay on his bed sobbing his heart out. I thought he took that punishment very well and told himself. I also found out later, why it was that he told me the truth about what happened in the pub, straightaway, it was because He with Tom and Nik, who had never been caned by their brothers, would own up just to see whether they would be let off with a spanking instead. But that was not to be. Poor Brent, I really feel sorry for him. He has a lot to learn. And with that nice bottom of his I am only too happy to teach him. If you like my story, or have any comments to make, then send me an e-mail and I will get back to you.