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I was yelling at mom – again. To be fair, she was also yelling at me. It was because Mrs. Assistant Principal had called about school; actually, about my conduct in school. Yes, of course, I go to school for I'm only twelve. It has been tough for both of us since dad is gone and we moved to a new neighborhood which, naturally, means a new school. Even in the eighth grade that has its problems as the new kid around. Anyway we were going at it hot and heavy when Nikolas came in.
Nick has made life bearable; even worthwhile. He's my next door neighbor who is fifteen and my best and closest friend. Every since he said "Hi kid; I'm Nick." to me the day mom and me moved in we've been close and gotten closer. We were made for each other as he wanted a kid brother and I wanted a big brother so after a while we adopted each other. He taught me lots of stuff and taken me places that mom would never go nor let me go alone or even with my classmates. Stuff that a guy just can't ask his mom; stuff that you need a dad to talk with; stuff that they don't really explain in sex education class; stuff about changes in me. He lost his father a couple of years ago so he really understood my need for a substitute. He also became my <shudder> babysitter. Mom does not want to leave me alone as much as I would like. Nick is great as a minder.
So, as I was saying, Nick came in and we both stopped yelling. Then, calm as calm could be, he said quietly but in that special way that lets me know he is THE BIG BROTHER IN CHARGE. "We need to talk, Samuel. Now. Let's go to your room." BTW, I'm Samuel and Nick never, ever calls me by the babyish 'Sammy'. Then with his strong hand on the back of my neck we headed upstairs – my cave is on one side and the attic on the other.
He let me bitch about mom, school and the world in general for a bit. Then with just ten words he totally devastated me. "You're acting like a baby; a naughty, disrespectful little boy." Yes, that's from the one person in the whole world who loves me and I him more than anyone else (even mom). He explains that a young man does not get into a yelling match with his mother. This I've heard before but it's different somehow this time. We never got into the school bit at all when he continues with a question. "What happens to naughty, disrespectful boys, Samuel James Wodham?"© YLeeCoyote
I know I'm in deep; very deep doo-doo when he uses my full name. I hesitate and then I realize he going to teach me something; something important because I got a strange feeling. I shook my head and he said, simply, as a matter of fact: "They get punished." He has punished me in the past with some sort of timeouts/groundings or missing treats but there was something different this time. "Naughty little boys get their pants removed and spanked on their bare bottoms."
I was shocked. I've never been spanked (although I've read about it). Nick was sitting on my desk chair (yes, one of those traditional straight backed things) and he just pulled me over to him. I watched, silently, as he opened my belt and jeans and lowered them along with my briefs to below my knees. We seen each other naked many times in the last six months I've been here but this felt very different. I felt like a little boy and that was emphasized by seeing my few newly grown pubes while I know that Nick has a big, hairy, manly bush. (They don't have pictures like that in sex ed class.) He pulled me over his lap and clamped his hand on my waist to hold me still.
I felt his hand stroking my butt and then a hard SPANK!! on my left cheek immediately followed by one on my right cheek, SPANK!! It hurt, but not as much as crashing into another dude on the football field but it affected me very differently. The spanks continued to rain down on my bottom and continued to hurt. I wanted, desperately, to be a big boy, no, a young man – brave and macho – but I could not. I heard myself making noise. Two things were coming out of my mouth – yells of pain alternating with pleads to stop. But Nick did heed my pleads and then I realized that I was crying like a little boy; like a baby. I went limp and just cried as Nick continued to spank me hard.
Eventually he stopped and lifted me up. I continued to cry as he held me although I soon stopped. He told me to think about my conduct with mom and parked me in the corner – to stay there until I've figured out what I have to do.
I thought about what I did as I slowly regained my stability. I was still confused by Nick's actions. He spanked me like I was a baby yet expected me to know or at least figure out what I should do. Well, babies or even little boys don't do that so he must be expecting me to act grown-up. I pulled up my jeans carefully after looking in the mirror to see how my butt looked. (Need I tell you it was redder than a polished Macintosh apple.) Then I washed up, grateful that no one but Nick had seen me bawling. I went downstairs where mom had finished fixing dinner for Nick and me before going out.
It was difficult. I'm sure that I stuttered as I tried to apologize to mom. It was hard. But she helped a lot by coming over, giving me a hug and accepting it. She added that we'll talk about the school matter tomorrow and not to give Nick any trouble this evening. As we ate Nick inquired about my butt and how I felt about the spanking. "It hurts!" I exclaimed stating the obvious. "I don't like it at all."
"But it got you thinking." he said in that knowing way but without being nasty. I nodded my agreement. "Then it won't happen again unless you behave like a naughty little boy again. Only little boys get spanked like that." He went on to explain in more detail and he moved on to the original problem – what I had done at school. He let me tell it all and then asked me lot of tough questions about it until I practically confessed to trying to topple all of Western Civilization. It was surly different not being treated as a little kid but like a grown-up.
While Nick did his homework, I worked at my 'puter on the apology to both my teacher and the principal. I was shocked that I could get some four hundred words written in just a couple of hours. Nick went over it with me but didn't make me change anything but a couple of grammar errors. (My word processor took care of the spelling.) Soon it was neatly printed and tucked into my notebook ready for school. I felt good about doing it; even somewhat more grown-up.
After I had showered and brushed my teeth I was surprised to find Nick waiting for me in my room. "It's time to redden your tail so that you will remember all of this, Sam."
"But you said you would NOT spank me unless I acted like a little boy." I protested.
"True, Sam," he smiled, "I'm not going to spank you but to strap you like a big boy or young man for those shenanigans at school."
I watched, somewhat terrified, as he slowly pulled his wide, heavy leather belt out of his jeans. Then he folded it half and slapped his palm with it. I know I flinched.
"Bottoms off. Bend over the bed for six cuts. If you move, the stroke won't count."
I did as he ordered and waited – fearfully – for the first blow. I did not have to wait long.
There was this searing pain as the belt landed on my already sore ass. Later Nick told me that a nice red stripe appeared. I gripped the bed tightly and clenched my teeth and let the pain course through my body. It was much more painful than a thousand spanks but I did not cry. I did not even yell.
I braced as I waited for the second one.
It was even more painful but I stayed still. Then came the third.
Halfway and I had not cried out. I wondered...hoped I could take the rest as bravely.
That was the fourth. I braced myself for the last two. Nick did not keep me waiting very long and they came in quick succession.
"OK, you may get up."
I got up. My ass was ablaze but I was not crying. I had not yelled. Nick congratulated me on taking it like a young man and explained about future punishments. And ordered me to bed.
My butt was on fire long past when I slipped into sleep but I had learnt a lot that evening. I resolved not to be childish and get spanked. I resolved not to get strapped either.
But if my best friend, mentor and adoptive brother decides that I should, then I'll take it like a man and learn something.
It's now a few months after Nick tanned my butt twice in one day as I've already told you about. Since then I've only gotten it several times and then just two to four cuts with the belt on my bare butt. Not anything abusive and certainly not more than I could deal with reasonably. I even think it helped me to grow up and behave better. Nick was right in doing it – we all agreed on that – me, him and mom. Yes, mom knows all about it and she formally authorized Nick to do it with full discretion. She told me that she read a batch of stuff in her books (fancy tomes about psychology and raising kids) that explained adolescent males (that means me!) need a "strong male figure" (Nick, of course) for discipline and the like. I'm not sure what that all means except she stopped yelling at me and has Nick deal with the problem child (that's me again). I've even read some of the stuff too but I had to spend most of the time in the dictionary because of the fancy words used.
It was a real hoot when Nick showed up with me to talk with Mrs. Assistant Principle when mom was on a business trip. Mrs. AP was really surprised and would only talk with us after he explained that he was in charge of my discipline. I turned bright red when he told her that he had turned my tail red several times already and would not have any problem doing it again should it be necessary. I knew he meant it. I also knew that my tail would be redder tonight than my face was then. The details don't matter but when Nick and I left the office, it was very clear to me that he was very unhappy with my behavior.
With the way he was acting I did not question that he took the main street rather then going through the park. When we got to the drug store, he surprised me again but he told me TO WAIT RIGHT HERE! while he got a couple of things. I stayed put by the door until he returned with a small bag.
"Rubbers?" I asked.
"You'll see soon enough." he growled. "It's for you. Carry it." I wanted to peek inside but the bag was stapled and I couldn't.
It wasn't long as we walked home that his hand was resting on me. Not on my shoulder in big brother/little brother fashion but on the back of my neck. "I'm very disappointed with your most childish behavior, Samuel; very disappointed." he told me.
I repeated my apologies and promises and even made some new ones but he remained very angry. As we got close to home, I resigned myself to getting tanned and even told Nick that I understood why and that it was my own fault. I was surprised when Nick asked me how much I deserved.
That was a hard question and I took my time answering it. "Six; for sure. Maybe even more, like eight, Nick." I said as we got to his front door.
"Go up stairs and get ready, Sam. I think that we can get this over before my mother gets home." I went to his room and stripped down. I even got the belt out of his jeans (he had dressed up for the AP). As he walked into the room, I held out the belt to him.
"I'm going to spank you, Sam."
I was shocked for he had explained that was for little boys the first (and only) time he had spanked me. "But that's for little boys, Nick. I'm not a little boy any more." I said, pointedly tugging on my little bush which had been growing nicely in the last few months but I had a long way to go to match Nick's huge forest.
"I know and that is why this is so bad, Samuel. Sit on the bed." I watched as he opened the bag and extracted his purchases – shaving cream and razors. Was this the time to shave I wondered. He continued: "Lie back. Since you act like a little boy, you should look like one." With that horrifying remark, he sprayed my bush with the shaving cream that I just carried home and rubbed it around. Then very slowly and deliberately he started to shave me. I watched in horror as the hair I waited for so long and treasured so much was detached from me in seconds as the razor glided over my skin. Then he just wiped me off with a towel. I practically started to cry right then for I knew I looked like a little kid again and I knew it would take 'forever' to grow back. It was then that I fully realized how extremely disappointed my adoptive brother was with me. I promised myself that I would never disappoint him again.
I hardly recall the spanking that followed that. I know he pulled me over his lap and pounded my butt hard for a long time since it was so red and painful later. I know that I cried like a little baby more from shame than pain for the strap hurt a lot more. I lay on his bed for hours, crying and even missing dinner. I even fell asleep like a little boy.
It was late when I awoke. I was no longer on top of the bed but in it. And so was Nick. His strong arms were holding me close and safe. He could have put me in the guest bed but he didn't. My ass burnt so there was no doubt that I had been spanked hard. I let my hand slip to my crotch and it was smooth like a little boy's. The events of this afternoon replayed themselves in my mind – the meeting with the AP and then Nick punishing me for my most naughty and childish behavior. Looking back, even then, I knew that the stunts I pulled were childish and Nick was justified in punishing me like he did.
But, my adoptive brother obviously still loved and cared for me and that was more important than anything else in the universe. I resolved to do my very best and then some to be the bestest [sic] boy possible.
It has been a full three years since I moved here and Nick, still living at home, started college a few weeks ago. We're still super close and he still disciplines me. He never found reason to shave me again – happily for that would have been a real problem showing after gym in high school. BTW, that can of shaving cream and the razor are in my medicine cabinet ready for my next shave which I hope will be my face. Naturally, he still uses that heavy belt on my tender butt. Fortunately not very frequently but harder and more cuts than when I was younger when he does. Even though I don't need a baby sitter like years ago (even mother agrees with that now) he keeps close tabs on me. He always watches out for me, his kid brother.
The crash woke me up at 2:45 this Saturday morning. I looked out and saw that Nick had driven into the garbage cans set out for collection and he was staggering up to the house. Even at fifteen I knew that he was drunk. That means that he broke several laws – drinking while underage and driving under the influence. My hero was not perfect. Fortunately mom was away so she would not see this and tell his mom. Now I admit I'm not that much of goody-goody but this was way over the line and public.
I watched him stager off to the bed he used and I returned to mine. But I did not sleep. All I could do was think about the awful things that could have happed – fatal accident, accident, busted, and who know what else. Something had to be done. But what? By whom?
I thought long and hard. Maybe even harder than I ever thought before. He needed to be punished but how. And he was a "college man" – the fuzz would put him in jail (horrible), the college would throw him out (almost as bad), his mom could lecture him (but she did not do that very well in the past). Then the brainstorm hit me – me; I would have to deal with my brother – it was my duty; my brotherly duty. Don't laugh at the idea – after all I'm fifteen which is as old as he was when he first spanked me. He's looked after me for three wonderful years and now it was time to return the favor. Once I decided that, it was easy to fall asleep.
He slept late which gave me time to workout what to say and to practice lecturing him. I knew the phrases because I had heard them from him many times followed by the strap kissing my bare butt. I let him sleep until 10:00 and then I went to wake him up.
"Nikolas Markus Zeigel!" I roared, as I yanked the covers off his still sleeping form. "Nikolas Markus Zeigel get your sorry ass out of that bed immediately." He hardly moved so I took advantage that he was lying prone and gave him a shot with the belt across his bare butt.
That got his attention – fast. I cut his grumbling short by repeating the command. He sat up and I laced into him with my prepared lecture. I knew that I had to do this fast before I lost my nerve. Powerful phases like: "You're too young to drink!" "You were driving while drunk!" "You could have killed yourself! – and others."
And it worked. He acted just like I did when he lectured me – cowed and remorseful. He had nothing to say for himself – he had been caught and he knew it. "ASSUME THE POSITION, Nikolas Markus Zeigel for your strapping." I snapped and he did. He was already naked so that was not an issue. He was quickly bent over with his hands on the bed and his ass stuck out waiting for the belt to kiss it. He did not have to wait long.
WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!
I gave him three in quick secession and, for the very first time, actually watched the stripes form across his butt as he had watched them form so many time across mine. I really let Nick feel the belt. I put all I could into a dozen strokes. After all he was bigger and stronger and older and had broken laws and not just rules. Then I ordered him to the corner. Without a whimper he obeyed. He stood there with his hands on his head just like he made me do so many times
When his time was up, he showered and dressed and came for breakfast. He did not say anything about the strapping and very little about the party. He did, however, promise not to drink (well, only a little) and never to drink and drive. I'm sure he did not want to talk about his hot ass.
I kept having mixed feeling about what had happened. I was switching back and forth between what I did was unfortunately necessary and it was not for me to do it. Eventually I came to a conclusion. He was watching some game on the TV later that afternoon, when I went to him. "Nick, you have to spank me." He looked at me strangely and asked the obvious question. "Because of my insolence in strapping my elder brother." I stepped to his side and dropped my jeans and flopped over his lap presenting my bare ass for his justice.
He clamped his hand about my waist and I was certain that I was in for it as he patted my cheeks. He did not start right away but started to talk to me. He said that I was quite right about being insolent and I really deserved this spanking and that I should not expect that my confession would make it any easier.
His hand crashed down on my bottom hard once on each cheek. I suddenly wondered what I had let myself in for. But then there were gentle spanks that even a baby wouldn't cry about.
He finished very quickly and I was soon sitting beside him. As we hugged, he explained that sometimes we have to do unpleasant things and what I had done this morning was one of them. He confessed that he had done some very stupid, dangerous and even illegal things and was very grateful that I had made him realize it.
Brothers have to look out for each other. I'm so very happy that we adopted each other.
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