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Andrew
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Date Posted: 14:46:25 08/11/12 Sat
When I was growing up, it was not uncommon for my younger brother and I to be spanked by our older brother, even though he was only two years older than I. This was mostly because our father delegated him this job, as our father was out of town or at work so much. Also, in our culture, older brothers had great respect and authority.
Even in high school, our older brother was not hesitant to take off his belt and apply it although it got rarer as we got older. When older brother and I were both in college, he a junior and I as a freshman, I assumed that the relationship had changed and I was a free man. A bad assumption to make.
At the first break in my freshmen year, as we were driving home for a few days visit, he asked me how my classes were going. I told him I was doing okay except in two classes. He asked what was the problem and I told him I had missed a few classes and the professors had sent me a note telling me that I was close to failing because of absences. I thought he would laugh but I was wrong.
"Are you kidding me? Don't you go to all your classes?" I laughed and told him I was in college and didn't need a keeper. Another mistake.
"When we get home, you're going to get punished. Don't miss another class. Do you understand?"
Still slow to learn, I told him he was no longer the boss of me. He quickly pulled the car to the side of the road, stopping the car, and looked at me fiercely. "Would you like me to take my belt off and give you a whipping right here on the highway?"
I knew he could physically do it even if I fought him. He was a great athlete and played all kinds of sports. So, I told him I was sorry and I would listen to him. I didn't really think he would do anything when we got home. We didn't discuss it again on the way home. When we got home, our parents were there and he said nothing about punishment or cutting classes.
The next afternoon, our mother went to the store and we were left alone with our younger brother watching TV. We were watching a football game and half time came. My older brother stood up and started unbuckling his belt. Both my younger brother and I looked at him with wide eyes. I remember thinking that younger brother must have done something to deserve a spanking because he didn't ask why he was going to get it. Older brother started to pull his belt off. It was a new belt. It was black leather and I could see it was pretty wide and thick. After pulling it off, he doubled it up and dropped it on the couch.
"Okay, now you are going to get punished for cutting those classes. I don't want you to cut class again, do you understand? " At least I was smart enough at this point not to make him madder.
"Yes, I understand, but do you have to do this in front of him?" I asked, pointing my head at our younger brother.
He smiled. "It will be a good lesson for both of you. Both of you need to remember who I am and that you have to do what you are told. Besides, I have spanked both of you together so it can't be too embarrassing." That was true, several times he had spanked us together, me always getting the first swats and crying together because he was a hard spanker.
Then he slowly unbuttoned and rolled up the sleeves of his button down dress shirt. He reached over and picked his belt, holding it stretched between his two hands at about waist level. "Get into position." When we were spanked, we were supposed to take our pants down and bend over and put our hands on our knees.
"Can't you let me off the hook? Don't you think I'm too old for a spanking?" Maybe one time I could convince him not to punish me.
He just smiled and shook his head. "Get into position. Don't make me mad."
I lowered my jeans and briefs and turned around and bent over. I was aware that my younger brother was all eyes and despite what was just said, I was very embarrassed. I was in college and here I was getting spanked just like when we were kids in elementary school. I could hear his buckle tinkling as he moved into position and then he gave me the first swat. KERRACK! Then came the next and the next. I knew that I couldn't get up because that would mean extra swats and I knew I didn't want to cry out in front of my younger brother. But the swats kept coming and coming. He was also a very skillful butt warmer. He moved the belt around and particularly was good at landing licks right where you sat down so you felt one of his spankings for days. His swats continued. More than he had given in the past and so finally I said, "please…please stop." He didn't stop and didn't say anything. After five more really hard swats I started to cry a little even though I tried really hard not to. Once I started crying, he stopped and told me I could stand up. I stood up and rubbed my butt through my shorts. I turned around and looked at my older brother. He looked at me in the eyes and seemed satisfied because he started slipping his belt back on his jeans. He buckled it up with some finality. Then he rolled down his shirt sleeves. I pulled my pants back up and we sat down without saying anything else. I was pretty humiliated but didn't say anything. In fact, no one said anything and we went back to watching the football game. This was one of the things I did like about him. If he spanked you, he spanked you hard but he didn't mention it again or rub it in. Just when the game was over, our younger brother left the room and my older brother leaned over.
"I'm sorry I had to do that. But we still have to deal with your telling me I'm not the boss of you. I was planning to give you some swats with my paddle for that but I didn't bring it home. I left it at the frat house. We'll do that when we get back to school. Do you understand? " My butt was so sore I thought it best to just nod.
A few days later we drove back to school. He said nothing about paddling me until just when he dropped me off in front of my dorm. "I'll come see you in a few days with my paddle. Go to class!" I just nodded and went into my dorm. For the next few days, I kept the idea in mind of his showing up in my dorm with his paddle. Not only was I afraid of the pain but the thought of my floor mates seeing him come in with a frat paddle was too weird. I also wondered what would happen if he showed up when my room mate was there. The only saving grace was my room mate knew that my brother spanked me growing up because we had become close friends and knew about each other's childhoods. My roommate Eddie (that was his real name) was from Texas and his dad had whipped him until he was a senior in high school.
Anyway, about a week later, my brother shows up at the door of my room and comes in and he had his paddle with him. Fortunately, he had wrapped it up in paper so it looked like he was carrying a package. Unfortunately, my room mate was there taking a nap.
"It's time for the rest of your punishment," he said, unwrapping the paddle and taking it out. It was a standard hardwood fraternity paddle.
"Can't you come when Eddie's not here?"
He shook his head. "Get in position. He may not even wake up"
I hesitated. "You want me to take my belt off, too. Now you're going to get it and you're going to get it now. Get into position. I'm getting mad."
Very reluctantly, I lowered my jeans and bent over. My brother came behind me and gave me the first hard swat. It only took the first crack for Eddie to wake up.
"What's going on?" he asked, rubbing his eyes and looking at my brother's paddle.
"Your room mate has been cutting class and is paying the price so just sit there and see what he gets."
Eddie looked astounded but didn't say anything as my brother gave me a set of fifteen hard swats. He was very methodical and just like with his belt, he covered my whole butt with particular attention to where I sat down. I was able to keep from crying but I said "ow" a lot as he laid into me. Finally, my brother told me to get up and pull my pants up. He started wrapping his paddle up again and looked at Eddie. Eddie just looked at my brother and me and said nothing at first. All I wanted to do was crawl under the bed and die.
"Do you go to your classes?" my brother asked, as he wrapped up his paddle. Eddie nodded.
My brother pointed his head at me, "Why don't you get him to go, too?"
Eddie laughed. "How can I get him to go? I actually told him to go but he told me to screw off."
My brother laughed, too. "Do you want to make him go if you could? You got a good sized belt?"
Eddie laughed and said he did. My brother asked to see it and Eddie went to the closet and took it off its hook. It was a wide brown leather belt. I had seen Eddie wearing it and thinking I would hate to be given a whipping with that belt. I did not like this at all.
My brother took it and weighed it. "Good enough, Eddie. It's up to you but if he misses class again and is not on his death bed, have him take his pants down, and take his belt and whip him good." He handed the belt back to Eddie, sort of passing the torch, I thought.
Eddie took his belt and doubled it up and looked at me with an odd expression.
"Okay, I will, and I might be tougher than you. You didn't even make him cry but I will if he's even late."
With that, my brother left and I was left to wonder what had happened to my best friend, Eddie
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