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The following story is fiction about a youth in charge of his older brother and his parents.  The story contains scenes of spanking and paddling.  If these subjects are offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.  This is Part 2 of the story and you should start with Part 1.

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JB Takes Charge – Part 2/2


Over the next few weeks, even our parents noticed that both JB and I had changed.  He was no longer getting into trouble and we were not fighting.  I had learnt that he was in charge of me all the time and obeyed him for I knew that he would spank me if I disobeyed him.  When report cards came out midterm, I got a real shock.  Mine was slightly down from the past while JB's was much better even with some positive comments from the school.

JB made a big deal out of my grades and said that I was slacking off which was most unacceptable.  I made the big mistake of telling him to fuck off.  That ticked him off and he said I was being disrespectful and had a bad attitude.  He grabbed me and pulled me over to the couch where he sat down.  A hard slap to my face immediately stopped my resistance and then seconds later my jeans and boxers were about my ankles.  I was over his lap right away and he spanked me.  Since he was much stronger than I my struggles were even less effective then his had been with Kirk.  Over and over his hand came crashing down on my butt sending waves of pain through my body.  I lost track of the time and soon was crying but he continued to spank me.  Eventually, he stopped spanking me and parked me in the corner.  He told me to think about how important school was and to keep my hands on my head.  Of course, I obeyed him very afraid of more spanking.

I don't know exactly when our parents came in but I learnt later that they saw him spanking me as well as putting me in the corner.  It was when I got out of the corner that JB spoke.  "Kristopher, I just explained to our parents that you were making light of your poor report card and gave you the spanking that you well deserved for that foolish attitude."  I did not even realize that they could see my hairless crotch as I rubbed my hot ass and wiped the tears from my face.

"I didn't mean it." I sobbed.  That, alas, was taken by our folks as confirmation of what JB claimed even before I realized they were there.

Dad came over and examined my hot red bottom.  "JB, you did a very good job of spanking Kristopher.  Hopefully, he will change his attitude.© YLeeCoyote

"I'll make sure of that, Father." said JB.

"Excellent." said Mother, "It is clear that Kris is still just a little boy."

I knew it was useless to protest.  JB was very resolute and it was clear that he had our parents' support.  I was still wiping tears and snot from my face when I realized that I had lost my pants like I had when I was little boy and Dad spanked me so that Mother as well as Dad was seeing my hairless privates.

JB picked up my pants and led me to our bedroom like he was the victorious warrior and I his captive.

* * * * * * * * * *

Once our parents had caught me being spanked by my kid brother and approved I was totally trapped.  JB had gained full control of me and there absolutely wasn't any possibility of escape.  After years of being the bad boy, he flipped and proved that he was the responsible, good son while I was the irresponsible, naughty one.  That he was younger than I did not seem to matter as he was stronger and more aggressive.  Apparently, he could not tolerate being at the bottom of the pecking order but once he got – make that – once he TOOK control of me he changed.  Of course, at the time I did not understand this but I quickly learnt that I had better do as he said if I wanted to sit comfortably.  He watched over me constantly and he was far stricter – and far more likely to use CP – than our parents had been.

JB took a lot of control over my life.  He made the final decisions about what clothes I got and should wear.  Just one example was that I had to go back to briefs and when I started to object he started to suggest that maybe Underoos® would be better so I backed off and got basic tightie-whities.  I guess if we had been British and it was a few decades earlier, I would have had to wear shorts like a lower form schoolboy.  JB even setup my rules and I even got my allowance through him rather than directly from our father.

In short, my life was hell or at least purgatory.  JB loved it and our parents were happy that they did not have deal with two adolescent boys feeling their raging hormones and  rebelling against authority.  They effectively sacrificed me to gain an easier life for themselves.

* * * * * * * * * *

It was a Saturday afternoon when I returned to the house after being out with my friends.  From the car in the driveway, I knew that Dad and JB were back home and that Mom had still not returned from shopping.  I entered the house and heard JB.  I knew all too well that tone of his voice for I had heard it when he was displeased with me.  I was shocked that JB was lecturing Dad about not stopping properly for a stop sign.  Just to give you an idea of the tone here's a short quote.  "We've discussed this many times before.  You must come to a full and complete stop at every stop sign.  Do you want to get a citation when a moving violation means higher insurance rates not to mention a crash?"

Dad made some stupid response and JB cut him to shreds and then: "STRIP AND GET INTO POSITION.  You are getting the paddle this time."

There was gasp and JB growled.

Dad got the message and quickly changed his tone before JB got really mad.  "Yes, Sir." he said.

I heard a drawer open and then the sound of a paddle striking a hand.  Quietly, I moved closer so that I could see what was happening.  I saw Dad naked and bent over with his hands gripping his ankles and JB in position with a paddle next to him.  It was fascinating.  I watched as JB raised the paddle for the first stroke and brought it down on Dad's butt with a resounding WHACK.  Dad yelped and even before the second pop landed, I could see the red paddle mark forming.  Then there was a second pop with similar results.  This was repeated for a total of ten hard whacks.  Dad's butt was bright red and showing sign of swelling.  He was even sobbing like a kid.

JB ordered him to the corner and when he turned, we saw each other.  "Kristopher!" said Dad surprised to see me.  JB just barked: "Into the corner, now!  Hands on your head."  I did not know what to say for Dad's crotch was as bald as mine indicating that this must have been going on for a while.  Once Dad was in the corner, JB turned his attention to me.  I was so surprised at what I saw that I could not speak.

"It won't be too long before I move you up to this, Kris."  He waved the paddle at me.  I shuddered and JB noticed.  He laughed.  "You should be scared of this.  It will blister your butt real good so you better be a very good little boy."

What could I say but "Yes, Sir."?  Obviously, since Dad could not stop it being used on his butt, he surely could not stop it being used on mine.  I was already wondering how much power JB had over Dad.  Just then Mom came in.  JB turned to her and said: "You're over an hour late, Mother!"  Mom seemed to want to say something but JB continued.  "Get out of those clothes.  You are getting a spanking – NOW!"  Mom looked at me but again JB spoke sharply.  "Now, Mother!"

Mother was very unhappy as shown by her expression but she did not try to make any further objections.  When she was naked, she tried to cover her crotch with one hand and her breasts with her other arm but JB did not approve and ordered her to put her hands at her side.  "If you did want to be seen naked, then you should have been home on time, Mother.  Besides, you have nothing to hide."  Mother did not look bad at all and, like both Father and I, also had a bald crotch.

JB had returned the paddle to the drawer and now sat down with a small, flexible thing in his hand which I later learnt was the sole of an old sneaker.  Very slowly Mother got across his lap and he started to spank her.  I watched wide-eyed just as I watched him paddle Dad a few minutes earlier.

Mother reacted faster and more to JB's spanking than Dad had to the paddling for in less than a minute, her bottom was red and in another she was crying.  The rapid rain of spanks continued for almost five minutes, leaving her bawling.  Red-tailed she, too, was parked in a corner.  JB's set a timer and told Mom and Dad to start on their chores immediately when it rang and that they should not waste time dressing.

I was surprised when JB asked me, point blank, if I deserved a spanking for anything.  I even stopped to carefully consider in case I had messed up.  "No, Sir.  I've done my chores and homework already and was home on time."

"That's good, little brother." he replied with a smile.

A few minutes later, in our room, JB told me how he was now in charge of the entire family which certainly was most consistent with what I had just witnessed.  He had assumed control because our parents were constantly wishy-washy about everything and couldn't maintain either short or long term goals.  In addition, just like I saw this day, they frequently got into trouble.  "I was already in charge of them, so it was no problem getting them to agree that I should be in charge of you also."

At dinner that night, it was very clear what the situation was.  My parents were naked and my younger brother, JB, was sitting at the head of the table.  Obviously he was the head of the family just as he had told me.

Now that I had learnt how JB was in charge, all the pretense and play-acting was over.  In one way it made me feel a little better for if he could control my parents, then it was reasonable that he should control me.  It also meant that there was not any appeal from any of JB decisions.

The End

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