My little brother's name is Ben. He's been a brat all day. I'm trying to get an important paper for school done and he kept on popping up and being a little ass hole. He's 12 so he doesn't understand about papers for school. I yelled at Mom to try to get him under control, but she didn't want to do anything until he knocked over a plant stand running through the house at 100 MPH. She yelled at him then stormed off to find my dad, who's desparately trying to lose himself in a college football game. She stood in front of the TV and yelled at him to discipline his son.
By that time I gave up hope of accomplishing any work until Ben gos under control and I figured I might get to see him get his little ass beat. When I came into the den Dad was craning his neck around my mom's body to see the tube ("Geez, hon, you make a better door than a window..."). He said he'd deal with at at half time. She told him to do it NOW! He swore and turned the TV off, then called in Ben. While Ben moseyed on into the Den he told me to get lost. I sneaked into the next room where I can still see spankings.
Dad started giving Ben a little lecture about the subtle but necessary differences in indoor and outdoor behavior. I could tell he wanted to just toss him off his lap and turn the game back on, but Mom had that look. I don't know why she won't just do it herself like she did when we were little kids. He sighed and told him he was going to give him a spanking. Ben got that little innocent angel look on his face and begged no.
Dad unbuckled his pants and pulled them down to his ankles then flipped him over onto his lap. Ben started squirming and kicking a little bit, but to no avail. Dad grabbed a hold of his briefs and gave them a good tug down to his knees. I smiled at the always comforting sight of his smooth little bum.
My father's big hand came down on the little buttocks with a nice snap. Ben started kicking some more, but all in vain. Dad was in full swing now. He delivered a few dozen good strokes to that impudent, redenning backside before pushing him off his lap. This afforded me a view of his penis, which I noted was beginning to take a real growth spurt, though it still sported no hair. Ben was grabbing his backside and jumping up and down, sending his little-boy penis flapping. Eventually he got his clothes back in order and sulked off with another warning from both parents.
He was quiet for the rest of the day, but my concentration was lost and Dad missed a 25 yard touchdown.
[Author's Coming Attractions: I've temporarily shelved the sequel to "Mr. Kramer", but have several stories underway with Justin, who I enjoy writing for. I also have completed a five part series with some good characters which I might post eventually. Most of my effort now is on a really fantastic first person short story (not an RL) called "Learning to Behave." It is about 7 pages now, but only about a quarter done. I really think it will be the best I've done thus far. This piece here was just a little time waster, but not a bad effort. Stay tuned.]