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The trouble started last June although I did not know it then. It was a great time for me. I turned eighteen, graduated from high school and with my college arrangements all complete I had the summer for me. Because I had gotten a scholarship, dad agreed that I did not have to be a wage slave at peon wages but could be a sailor. I was the most junior member of the small crew on a sailing boat that was out for fun for almost three months. The monetary pay was nil but the experience was fantastic although I had to work hard. I got lots of stamps in my passport.
I was out of touch with my usual world. Sure we had communication with the world but it was beyond my budget although I could piggyback a few emails on the owner's connection. Even in port the occasional internet café was outrageously priced. I got home during the Labor Day weekend. My folks had taken their annual long weekend and only my kid brother, Demetrius, was about. But that fourteen-year-old brat was out when I got home. I cleaned up -- you have no idea how nice that can be after ten weeks at sea -- with a long hot shower without worrying about the water and fuel supply. Then I logged on to catch up with my favorite site. I was sure that there would be lots of hot stories to enjoy; it would be a real problem which to select first. I would wait a few days before I got back to my multi-part story that I started and posted to the archive in the spring.
I was shocked! The story had more parts than I had written. I checked the history file and saw that there had been many visits to both the archive and the forum. I started to investigate. Demetrius had been, to put it simply, extremely naughty indeed. I also discovered that I had something in common with Samuel Clemens who said: "The report of my death was an exaggeration."
Demetrius made the mistake of coming home before I could even calm down. He came into our room and after I yelled "BOO!" at him in a way that Casper would not approve, asked him if he was afraid of ghosts.
He turned around and turned pale. "Hi. You know?"© YLeeCoyote
"Yes, I know."
"It was just a joke, Ulysses."
"Not funny. Not funny at all, young man." I could see that he now realized that he had overdone it.
"I'm sorry, bro. Really." he said meekly. He paused and then stammered: "What are you going to do?"
Now it was my turn to pause. "You need to be punished, young man." I said it like it is done in the stories and he got the implication. "But I think that you had better write an apology first. Then I'll decide." I had learnt a little about how to deal with people while on the sailboat.
"OK." he said a lot less afraid and sat down at the computer.
He was somewhat contrite and an hour later he handed me a piece of paper.
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To my most benevolent brother, Ulysses,
I'm sorry that I said that you were dead and continued your stories in the archive. I'll never do it again. I did not think that you would really mind but I was wrong.
I'm really sorry. Please don't tell dad.
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It was not much but he is still only a kid. "You need to post an apology in the forum also."
"Sure, no problem. I'll get right on it, U." I could see the relief in his face.
"BUT FIRST..." His expression darkened once again. "...you also have earned a spanking." I'm not sure but I think he tried to suppress a grin. It would be his first for our parents never spanked us.
"You're kidding, U. I'm too old for a spanking."
"You know better than to say that after hanging in the archive so much."
"You can't blame a guy for trying." he wisecracked.
He stood passively while I undressed him. I pulled his T-shirt over his head and tossed it aside. I opened his shorts and let them fall. Then I pushed his underpants down and was reminded that my little brother was not so little anymore. He stepped out of the pants and was naked having lost his sandals before we started. I pulled him over my lap as I sat on the bed. As I got a grip on him, he acknowledged his wrongdoing far better than in his note. "Please give me the spanking I deserve, U."
"Fear not about that, little brother; fear about your ass." I joked as I caressed the virgin (well spanking-wise) target. Then I spanked him long and hard. My hands were hardened from work on the boat and I was well toned. I wanted this to be memorable for both of us. It felt good watching his ass change color from pale white to pink to red to dark red and then to cherry red. He was feeling the effect for he reacted to every single spank. But, in fairness, I must report that he did not try to get away nor yell for me to stop but took it like a man. Likewise, I should add that he cried like the boy he still is. I spanked him until I was positively certain that his tears were genuine.
I stood him up and hugged him. Even as he cried he hugged me back and when he could speak, he told me he loved me. I began to feel sorry for him and offered to rub some Sportscreme® into his hot tail.
"NO!" he snapped, offended, "That's cheating."
I acceded to his request that he put off writing the apology to the forum until the morning.
I slept late the next morning and he was out by the time I got up. There was a note on the computer saying he had posted his apology. Of course, I had to check it out.
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I have a confession to make. The report I made a couple of months ago that my loving brother, Ulysses, had been killed was and fortunately still is a lie. He was away for the summer. He, correctly, did not see the humor in my false report and told me that I must apologize to all of you.
I'm sorry I lied and for the grief I caused you. I'll never do it again -- I promise. I have, as you probably assumed apologized to him also.
I'm sure that it won't be a surprise to any of you to learn that my brother saw fit to punish me in a most traditional manner. Proudly, I can also say that I accepted his spanking without objections because I knew that I truly deserved it. My ass still hurts from that spanking as I sit here on my hardwood chair writing this.
But, you are probably bored with this yakking and want to know about something far more interesting.
I got my first spanking other than a birthday spanking yesterday from my big brother, Ulysses. I really deserved it for lying to this forum that he had died. He had been away at sea on a sailboat and returned yesterday well tanned by the sun, well toned from the hard work and with very tough hands from hauling ropes (or lines or sheets or whatever they are called). He was not at all pleased with my deception.
He lectured me (gently, considering) and then decided that he would spank me and require apologies. It seemed appropriate and I'm glad that he did not tell our parents. Dad would have been very angry and I hate to be grounded. Neither of us has ever been spanked by dad but we both read a lot of stories so we knew what to do. Since I accepted his right to spank me, I stood still as he stripped me naked. Of course, we had been seeing each other since forever, but it did feel a little strange. It was also very exciting and I worried that I might pop a boner but, fortunately I did not (then!). I let him pull me over his lap while resolving to act like a man and not cry or resist.
Without any further discussion, he began to spank me. OH! Did he spank hard! He was strong before he left and working at sea made him stronger. Every spank hurt me. I wanted to jump out and run away but that would have been shameful so I just gripped the sheets and accepted spank after spank; each was hard and painful. I had also resolved not to cry like a little baby but I was unsuccessful in that regard. Perhaps because of the pain; perhaps because I was being treated like a little boy but I started to sob and cry. (Perhaps some would say bawl, but that would be most unkind.) There was something helpful about crying. I also got that boner I was worried about but by then I was laying on it.
When U finished, he stood me up and hugged me tightly and I returned the hug. Eventually, I could tell him that I loved him. I don't bear him any grudges and I hope he has truly forgiven me. It really would have been awful if he had died so young.
Now that the initial pain has gone away, I find that my ass feels good in a strange sort of way. Maybe this is how a fun spanking feels. I think that I'm going to ask U to give me one of those -- but not for a few days. When I jerked off this morning, spanking was foremost in my mind (after my dick, of course).
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Well, it seems that my little brother is a spanko. This does not come as a shock after learning he was in this archive and forum. I think it runs in the family though. I had some experiences on the sailboat which told me stuff about myself. Taki is going to be getting his tail reddened a lot from now on. Both in play and for real when dad is away. I'm sure it will be fun.
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