Craig continues his story.
After I gave Brent the cane, I thought he might go into a big sulk. On the contrary, he seemed to like me all the more. I have to admit that Brent has such nice smooth round buttocks, that I want to spank him often. But I must resist that, because he may rebel and the friendship we enjoy would go straight out of the window. However, I like to pat the seat of his tight jeans and sometimes he encourages me when he says; 'more, please sir'. Yes, he still calls me 'sir', which I like, because it means I have discipline over him, which he needs.
The story I am about to relate, concerns Brent and his two friends, Tom and Nik. Tom's older brother, Graham and Nik's older brother, Simon, are good friends of mine and they spank their younger brothers as I spank Brent. Simon, Graham and I like to play golf together and often we invite our younger brothers to play with us. They behave very well and are a credit to us. What is more, if Brent, Tom and Nik misbehave, there will be firm well deserved bare bottom spankings in three households in the village of Little Fielden.
On this particular day, I was playing golf with Graham and Simon. The three younger boys had gone out for the day. It was when we came to the eighth hole that I hit my ball which landed in some woodland. As I went to retrieve it, I saw Brent, Nik and Tom by some trees with their trousers down indulging in oral and anal _s_e_x_. I quietly went back to tell Simon and Graham, who, just as quietly returned with me and watched our brothers indulging their _s_e_x_ual fantasies. We then confronted them. You should have seen their red faces. We ordered them to go straight home and stay there. What were we to do. They needed to be punished and punished severely.
It was Simon who came up with the idea that each boy gets twelve strokes of the reformatory cane. I aquired one of these when I was in London. Simon and Graham each had one also. First we would call the three little brats together in my house. My mother was away, so there would be no disturbance. We agreed that before we gave the boys their beating we would give them a good spanking so that their bottoms were tender enough for the caning.
When I got home, Brent was sitting in the lounge. As I walked into the room, Brent stood up to attention.
'Well,' I said. 'What have you got to say for yourself?
'Nothing, sir'. He mumbled.
'Look at me, boy! and stop mumbling. What have you got to say for yourself?'
'Nothing, sir. I'm sorry sir', he said as tears came to his eyes.
I looked at him hard. 'You, Tom and Nik are going to get the hardest thrashing you'll ever know. How dare you behave so abscenely in public! Now, go to my room and have the chair ready for me.'
With that, Brent went to my room. I poured myself a drink before going up to give him his warm up spanking. As I entered the room, he was waiting by the chair.
'Listen carefully', I said. 'I am going to put you across my knee and spank you on your bare bottom. Then, when Graham and Simon appear, you along with Nik and Tom will recieve twelve strokes of the reformatory cane. Now get your off and come over my knee!
I Spanked his bottom for about ten minutes. By that time the others had arrived. We met in the lounge where I had placed three chairs. Tom and Nik removed their jeans and stood in front of us. With canes at the ready we told them how the pnishment was carried out.
'Right', I said. 'Simon, Graham and I will give each of you four strokes. So, Nik, bend over the chair on the right. Tom, bend over the chair in the middle and Brent bend over the chair next to him and make sure your bottoms are sticking out'.
Simon was the first to start. He went to Nik. SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! Nik cried out. Then as Simon moved to Tom to give him his four strokes, Graham raised his cane over Nik's bottom. SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! Then It was my turn. Graham had come to Tom's bottom for his four strokes, while Simon was thrashing Brent. I raised my cane. SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! We then moved on. Brent received his last four strokes from me. SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! So, each boy ended up with twelve strokes, as promised.
The three boys just collapsed to the floor. When they had recovered we told them to stand facing the wall with their hands on their heads. I poured Simon and Graham and we felt pleased that we had given our brothers a well deserved punishment. Later, we let the boys go. Brent went to his room and Nik and Tom went home with their brothers.
Some time later, I went to Brent's room. He stood up as I entered.
'Oh, sir, that was really hard. I know I deserved it. I'm sorry sir, that I behaved so badly.'
'Well', I said. 'I'm not going to say. "that's alright, because it isn't. All three of you behaved very, very, badly and so you had to be punished very severely. Do you understand'.
'Yes, sir and thank you sir'
With that he put his arm round my shoulder and gave me a kiss. I love my brother, but he still has a lot to learn. He is getting better. I still have to spankg him from time to time and, though not so frequently, apply the senior cane. But I have never used the reformatory cane since. I must confess that after he apologised, I put him over my knee and rubbed some ointment on his very sore bottom. That' brotherly love, I guess. The three boys did as they were told. What a sight, three well spanked bottoms sticking out to receive