Little Brother. Little Brat. 4


by Anonymous <Supahighway@supanet.com>

Brent's story.

You know, since my big brother took me in hand I have learned some valuable lessons. One of them is to be polite and considerate to other people. Another is to accept the consequences, which means a good firm spanking or caning, if I do anything wrong. Tom, Nik and I have become much closer since I too get a spanking. Before, our relationship was some how getting strained, because they thought that, until now, as I had never been spanked, I was not part of them. Also, I was to learn later, that when I led them to do something, even mildly wrong, they got a spanking, while I got away with a talking to from mum. But now all that has changed.

As I write this story I am waiting for my brother to return from work when he will order me to go to his room. That can only mean one thing! No prizes for getting the right answer.

You see, since we had that sound beating for having _s_e_x_ in the wood we have been placed on curfew. We are allowed out during the day, but must be home by 5pm. on the dot. Last night I didn't get home till 5.30. Craig didn't deal with me right then because he had to go out to a meeting, so I will be punished today. Tom and Nik both received twelve strokes of the cane. So, it looks as though I shall receive the same.

Now, I don't like being punished, but when Tom, Nik and I were alone before we received our caning we vowed that when we were told to bend over, we would remain in that position however much it hurt. This we did. We felt rather proud of ourselves that we took our punishment. Even our big brothers said how well we took the caning. We also agreed that by being punished in this way, we knew where we stood and how far we could go. Now I hear my brother coming through the front door. Mum is away on business, so it's just Craig and myself.

'Hi sir'

Hi brent. Come over here for a moment. After we have had our dinner and cleared up, you are to go straight to my room, remove your jeans and clear my desk. Have the senior cane ready. O. K?'

'Yes sir' I said.

The meal was very quiet. We hardly spoke. And I didn't really have much of an appetite. As soon as the meal was over and we cleared up, I went to his room, cleared the desk and took the cane from the wardrobe. I stood by the door and waited.

Craig came in and stared hard at me. He sat on an arm chair just by his bed and wagged his finger for me to come closer.

'Now Brent, you broke the curfew last night. Why?'

'Sorry sir, but Tom, Nik and I lost track of the time. I'm sorry sir, it won't happen again sir.'

'I hope not. You know what this means, don't you boy?

'Yes sir.'

'What?'

'I'm to get the cane, sir'

'Yes, that's right. Now, bend over the desk and stick your bare bottom out.

'Very good, sir'

For a time a lay over his desk. Craig seemed to be looking at my bottom before he came over and started stroking and patting it. He then muttered something about 'not high enough' and started to arrange my bottom so that it stuck right out. This I enjoyed and i felt an erection which excited me.

'I notice you have not neatly folded you jeans and put them on the bed. they are on the floor. You know you are always to fold your jeans and put them on the bed. Why didn't you?'

'Sorry sir, I forgot sir'

'Well, I'm going to give you a spanking for that. Perhaps it will teach you to remember, boy'

'Very good sir.' I moaned.

SMACK! SMACK! When I tell you, SMACK! SMACK! to fold your jeans, SMACK! SMACK! and put them on the bed SMACK! SMACK! not throw them on the floor. SMACK! SMACK! I mean, SMACK! SMACK! just that. SMACK! SMACK! Do SMACK! SMACK! you SMACK! SMACK! understand SMACK! SMACK! boy? SMACK! SMACK!

'Yes sir' I said, almost in tears.

'Then SMACK! SMACK! you SMACK! SMACK! do SMACK! SMACK! as SMACK! SMACK! you SMACK! SMACK! are SMACK! SMACK! told.

My bottom was on fire, so I dreaded the cane. I felt my mouth go dry as I heard Craig swish the cane in the air.

'Bottom out and count the strokes.'

'SWISH! Oweee. 'That stroke does'nt count and you forgot to say sir. Let' try again and get it right, this time!'

'SWISH! Owee, 1 sir. SWISH! OW. 2 sir. SWISH! OWEEE 3 Sir. SWISH! oweeee 4 sir SWISH! OWeee. Sir 5 Sir. SWISH! Oweee 6 sir. SWISH! oweeeee 7 sir. SWISH! Oweeee 8 sir. SWISH! oweeee 9 sir. SWISH! Oweeeeee 10 sir. SWISH! Oweeee 11 sir. SWISH! Oweeee 12 sirrrr!'

With that it was all over. I lay across Craig's desk unable to move. I was in such pain. Craig helped me up and took me to my room. I sobbed uncontrolably for what seemed like hours. About ten o'clock Craig came to my room. Of course i sprang to attention.

'Sit down, Brent. How's your bottom feeling now?

'A bit better sir, thank you'

'Come over my knee and I'll rub some ointment on your bottom to stop the bruising.'

'Yes sir,' And with that I lay over his knee.

He started to rub each buttock gently. I was beginning to feel better as the pain gradually subsided. I also felt an erection coming on. Craig realised this, so he put his hand underneath me and put my penis between his legs, so that if I did come, it would go on the floor and not on his trousers.

'Brent, you took that punishment very well. I'm proud of you. Do you know that?'

'Thank you sir,' I said feeling proud that he was pleased with me. I knew from that moment onwards that I could take my punishment like a man in the same way that Tom and Nik took their punishments.

The next day, Craig announced that he was taking the day off, so we decided to go for a game of tennis. Tom, Nik and their brothers would be joining us. Our housekeeper, Mrs. Watkins, made up a picnic for us so we started off. We all had a great day and a great game. There was a lot of bottom patting. Tom and Nik have nice tight smooth bottoms and I really enjoyed fondling them, as I enjoyed having them fondle my bottom too. Of course, we all arrived home at 5 o'clock on the dot. I went to my room to send an e-mail to Tom and Nik and then went down to join Craig who was watching television.

'Thanks for a smashing day, sir and I enjoyed patting Tom and Nik on their bottoms.

'Want to have a fondle?'

'Yes please sir'

I lay over Craigs knee and he patted and stroked away. A perfect end to a perfect day.

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