The following story is fiction about domestic discipline. The story contains scenes of spanking, paddling and strapping. If these subjects are offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.
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When his dad, Teddy, married his stepdad fourteen-year-old Timmy expected that there would be changes in his life now that there would be two more guys in the house. The first was, of course, his new stepdad Jason and the second his new kid stepbrother Kris. Kris was a sassy twelve-year-old going on twenty-one who was too much of a nerd to please him. It would take a couple of months before he learnt how terrible and extensive the changes were to be beyond the obvious and usual.
It did not take long before the first confrontation between the youth and his stepfather. It was a minor thing that quickly got out of control as the two argued. Timmy thought that he would triumph but he gradually realized that the man was gaining ground. He silently expected that he would be grounded or lose his phone but soon learnt that his stepdad most definitely had retrograde ideas.
"That is quite enough, boy. You are getting spanked." declared Jason. Just hearing that word never before used except in conjunction with birthdays and fun caused him to freeze both mentally and physically. His stepdad suddenly seemed to be huge as a giant as he grabbed him roughly and sat on the couch. "You need to change your attitude and learn who is in charge." Timmy was dumbfounded as his stepfather yanked open his belt and jeans. He yelled and tried to stop him but Jason was far stronger and the hard slap he gave his hand really stung as he ordered him not to resist.
After that Jason easily pulled down Timmy's jeans and even his boxers exposing his junk not only to him but to his stepbrother. In one way being flipped over his lap was a relief as it covered his privates but at a great cost as Jason's large hard hand seemed to immediately connect with his fully exposed behind with great vengeance. He saw stars and gave a yell. Jason was smiling as he saw his father's hand prints on Timmy's fully exposed tail. He was excited in anticipation of what would follow.
What followed without delay was a blizzard of hard spanks that soon turned Timmy's tail the bright red of a well-spanked little boy's booty. He was also sobbing as Jason lifted him and dragged him into the corner. "Keep your hands on your head boy and think seriously about changing your attitude and behavior."© YLeeCoyote
It was not until the next day that he learnt how his kid brother and a couple of his friends had enjoyed view. "My how his rear glows with a red light." Kris quoted one of them. "We all agreed. Of course, I watched from the first hand print forming until you were completely red. It was a great show." he gloated.
Timmy's complaints and pleas to his father about being spanked especially with Kris watching did not do him any good. "If you don't want him to watch then don't get spanked. If you don't want to be spanked then do as you are told." Timmy understood that was true but such comments were not really any help at all and he was surprised by his father's strange new attitude.
As you can imagine, Timmy was spanked every week or two by his stepfather and it seemed that Kris was always there to enjoy the show. When he objected he was laughed at by his stepdad.
Things seemed worse when Kris added "You're just like the boys I saw in the locker room when I was younger. Well, maybe a little bigger but not much but just as bald." he grinned. That hurt as he was very aware that he was a late bloomer and Kris was obviously an early one.
It did not help his ego one little bit when his stepdad got him new underwear – generic tightie-whites. "But everyone is wearing designer boxers or other styles." he uselessly protested but was told that little boys wear briefs. They would be just one more reason that he would be hassled in the locker room especially when his butt was spanked red.
Timmy had been spanked several times by the time he brought a note home from school about being rowdy and disruptive in class. Jason was furious at such misconduct. Because the school had called ahead, he was prepared and immediately made him strip and get into the corner while he cooled down enough to spank him.
By that time Kris had also returned from school so when Jason was sitting on the couch and summoned him, Kris was there to watch him meekly walk from the corner to the lap of doom. He appreciated the full frontal view got this time rather than the more limited ones of the past. Now he hadn't any doubt now that his older stepbrother was still a little boy without a single body hair while he was already developing a nice hairy forest of the sort that Timmy surely dreamed of having.
Once Timmy was over the parental lap, Jason started to spank and then paused after a couple of hard spanks. "Kris please fetch the little paddle to use on your most naughty brother." Kris ran to fulfill his mission in minimum time so as minimize the number of spanks he missed. Once Jason had the paddle, Timmy felt the increased effectiveness. A few hard whacks impelled by Jason's anger really made a major impression for by the time Timmy returned to the corner he was bawling. Both Jason and Kris thought how proper that was for a naughty little boy.
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It was a rainy day but Timmy and his friends continued to play on the slippery and muddy field until it got too dark to see. When he entered the house he was immediately greeted by a deafening shriek: "Don't enter my clean house dripping mud, boy." As he stepped back he was told to strip which he did to his tightie-whites. "Take the muddy things and put them in the washer." he ordered which Timmy proceeded to do. It was not a surprise that Kris was there to snoopervise up close.
"Your briefs are muddy also." Kris announced. "Put them in the washer also." With his stepdad standing there and glaring Timmy did not dare to object to an order from his stepbrother so a minute later he was naked before them.
It was then Jason started to lecture him not only for being muddy but being late for dinner. He was about to spank him when Teddy returned home. Although not muddy, he was also late and Jason lashed out at him in a similar manner as he had with Timmy even in front of both boys. "You are as bad as your son returning late without even calling." he yelled. Timmy could not believe that his father, his head hanging, was silent at this onslaught like a naughty boy being lectured by his father.
Kris was again sent to fetch the spanking implements. This time it was for both for the little paddle and the heavy belt hanging inside his dad's closet. The first was familiar and the second new. Jason then turned his attention back to Teddy. "Drop 'em and bend over the couch. The belt is on the way." The cowed man meekly obeyed losing even more respect from his son.
"Here they are, father." said Kris when he returned and handing the belt to his dad. "Shall I deal with Timmy while you strap Teddy, father?"
"What an excellent suggestion. Yes, you've seen how it is done several times." Timmy practically fainted at the very idea that the younger and already far to uppity brat would actually punish him with a spanking.
"Get over my lap, Timmy." the younger boy commanded as he sat down. Timmy wanted to runaway but where. He wanted to refuse but surely his stepdad would force him having just accepted and approved the idea. Then Kris patted his lap with his empty hand while menacingly waving the paddle with the other. "Don't keep me waiting, boy. It's spanking time." he snapped. Reluctantly, Timmy got into position sensing that things would surely get worse after this.
A few seconds later both spankings started. Jason was well experienced strapping his meek partner and swung the belt hard at his exposed butt. Each cut left a red stripe and they soon merged so rendering his target a deep crimson red. Although the man did not yell, it was clear that he was in great pain after a few cuts of the belt.
Meanwhile, just a couple of steps away Kris was learning how much fun it was to actually have his stepbrother over his lap for a real punishment spanking. Like many a boy with an older brother he thought him to be an immature brat who always needed to be spanked to be put into his place. It was this thought that drove him to bring down the paddle on Timmy's bare bottom with great vigor. He had spanked a couple of little five and seven-year-old boys but this was a far greater challenge even with the advantage of the little hardwood paddle.
Kris was delighted when Timmy grunted at the first whack of the paddle. He took that as a challenge and hoped that he could really make him react and even cry like his father had made him each time he spanked him. Over and over he brought the brush down on his bottom noting how each blow reddened it more and more. Timmy's vocalizations were also getting louder and he imagined him trying hard not to cry. «I'll break him soon.» he thought.
Of course, Timmy was having his own thoughts. «How unjust that the brat of his kid brother was spanking him.» WHACK! «Worse, how much it hurts.» WHACK «Not as bad as from his stepdad but not trivial either.» WHACK! «How it was becoming harder and harder not to cry.» WHACK! «Was he trying to make him cry like his father did?» WHACK! Then it happened. He could not hold back any longer and let out a sob. Others, complete with tears followed as the evil paddle continued to incessantly pound his increasingly sore butt. Now his thoughts were just of the pain.
Jason was, naturally, delighted with this turn of events. He had broken his stepbrother with a spanking and knew that he would never forget that he had. He would be able to treat him as a little boy with impunity from now on. He stopped spanking and led him to the corner. "Stay! Hands on your head, naughty little boy!" he commanded with his new found authority.
Soon two well-spanked males with their hot red tails on display were occupying two corners of the room and a father was congratulating his son on how well he did spanking his older stepbrother.
Both children realized that the family peeking order had changed. Their feelings about that could not have been more different.
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