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The following story is fiction about a single episode in a sibling war.  It should be remembered that these are long and complex affairs and one cannot know if something is justifiable payback or mean offensive action from a brief look. This story contains a scene of a parental spanking.  If this subject is offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.  This story is in response to the challenge inspired by the image.   Click to open the image off-site.

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The Sea of Legos


Skylar sat up in the dark room, let his legs go over the side of his bed and stood up so that he could go pee.  Then he screamed.

He screamed loudly and then he screamed again.

Legos are worse to walk on than hot coals.

His dad who had been coming up the stairs heard the screams and rushed to his son's room and threw open the door.  There he saw, even before he put on the bedroom light, his son sitting on his bed rubbing his foot and a sea of Legos separating them.

"Wait, Skylar, until I make my way through this mess." he said.© YLeeCoyote

"Yes, Father." Skylar replied dutifully.

With his big feet in thick shoes, he quickly made his way through like an ice breaker on a mercy mission making a passage for his son who with a "Thanks Dad." dashed to the bathroom and the most needed toilet.

It was instantly clear to Dad what had must have happened and he immediately went to his other son's room.  Dana did not understand why he was suddenly dragged from his room by his angry father to clear the floor of Legos in his brother's room.  Once the offending blocks were back in the bin, Dana was dragged back to his own bedroom.

"That was a terrible and dangerous thing to do, Dana." his father lectured.

"I didn't do anything." the accused boy protested as he was turned over his apparently deaf father's lap.  His pj's were pulled down and his bare bottom was treated to a plethora of hard spanks in rapid fire.  Dana resisted yelling and certainly crying but the hard bombardment quickly destroyed his resolve.  Skylar delighted hearing his brother's yells and his sobs as he lay in his own bed creating vivid images for later enjoyment.

"Not another word Dana.  Go to sleep, now." commanded Dad as he turned out the light, shut the door and left the sobbing boy's bedroom.

Dad then returned to Skylar's room.  He made sure that his other son was in bed, said good night, turned off the light and shut the door.

* * * * * * * * * *

When Dad got to his bedroom, he told Mom what a terrible thing Dana had done to Skylar and that he had spanked him hard.  "I doubt that he will try that stunt again." he opined.  Mom enthusiastically agreed.

Although he was no longer crying, Dana's butt remained on fire for many hours.  He did not sleep well as he lay prone in bed for his mind was occupied by trying to fathom why he was forced to clean up his brother's mess and then soundly spanked.

Similarly, Skylar could not sleep but it was not due to feet bruised from trampling Lego bricks but elation at the success of his plan.  He happily sent a text to his best cyber buddy.  "Dana was soundly spanked as he deserved for spreading Legos all over my floor.  Dad saw, made him pick up & SPANKED him so that he CRIED!"

Skylar's text message was carefully worded so that if his parents saw it, they would recognize that it was the truth that they knew and he was safe.  What he really wanted to say was: "Plan worked perfectly.  Dana well SPANKED and cried.  I didn't say a word to Dad.  Thanks for the idea, Buddy."

The End

Another story inspired by the same image is at Protective Avalanche

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