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Date Posted: 20:24:49 09/03/17 Sun
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Adam
's message, "Re: Spanked by younger brother" on 20:14:38 09/03/17 Sun
>>When I was 18 years old I was spanked by my 17 year
>>old brother. He was always bigger than me and the more
>>mature one. Anyway I was being nasty with my mother
>>like I always was but this time I took it a step too
>>far and pushed her down on the floor and stormed off
>>to my room. My brother was furious with me and came up
>>to my room. Before I knew what was happening he had
>>bent me over the bed with his arm and was spanking me
>>with his open hand. He was holding me down good and I
>>couldn't move. Then came the lecture during it,
>>telling me how wrong I am to treat her like that. I
>>couldn't believe my little bro was doing this to me
>>and with complete ease. My dad then found out what I
>>did when he got home and he made me stand in the
>>corner for 15 minutes to think about how
>>disrespectful I was to my mother and then he had me
>>write three pages on how I need to respect my mother
>>and ways to improve my relationship with her. Both
>>men straightened me up pretty good that day and it
>>certainly was a wake up call.
>
>It generally sucked being sixteen and having to share
>a bedroom with my twelve year-old brother. But it came
>in handy one Friday evening when I ran a little short
>of money. Since I knew where Joel hid his paper-route
>money, and since he'd gone over to our cousin's house
>around the block, presumably to say over, I decided to
>"borrow" some dough for the evening. I had every
>intention of returning it; a friend owed me money, and
>I would see him that night, so it would all even out
>before my brother even noticed.
>
>When I came home late that night, I discovered that
>Joel and our cousin Jared had decided to stay at our
>house, and were fast asleep in our room. The whole
>house was dark and asleep. I figured that when the
>boys went down to breakfast in the morning I could
>sneak the money back.
>
>I never had the chance. Apparently the missing funds
>had been noticed the night before, when the boys
>wanted to go to the mall for a movie. The first thing
>I heard, at maybe nine am, was Dad's voice telling me
>to get up.
>
>"On your feet, Adam," Dad boomed.
>
>I pulled myself out of bed. In only my underwear, I
>shivered. Joel and Jared were up, standing a yard or
>two behind my father.
>
>"Did I raise you to be a thief, young man?"
>
>"No."
>
>"Then why did you steal money from your brother?" As
>the sole suspect, I was, obviously, presumed guilty.
>
>"I didn't," I stammered.
>
>"Then who did, the tooth fairy?"
>
>"I was just borrowing it--"
>
>"Did you ask to borrow it?"
>
>"No," I admitted, hanging my head.
>
>"Then that's stealing, isn't it?"
>
>"Yes."
>
>"Remember a couple of years back, when Joel got into
>your things? Remember how angry you were? I taught him
>a firm lesson about respecting property and asking
>permission. Looks like I'm going to have to teach it
>to you, now.
>
>"The first thing you are going to do is give him his
>money back."
>
>Without arguing, I walked over to get my wallet and
>get the money. I handed it to my brother.
>
>"You're going to apologize, too," Dad ordered.
>
>"Sorry," I mumbled.
>
>"You'll have to do better than that."
>
>"I'm sorry," I repeated.
>
>"You don't seem very contrite. But I'm sure after
>being punished you will be," he told me. He walked
>over to my closet, reached in, and emerged with a
>thick leather belt.
>
>My first thought was, 'you're kidding, right?'.
>
>"Take those off," he said, in reference to my briefs.
>
>"Dad, I'm sixteen," I said quietly, not wanting to
>provoke him.
>
>"Yes you are, and I thought you might have learned
>about respect by now. But it seems you haven't, so
>it's time you got the same lesson your brother got
>when he was ten. NOW, Adam."
>
>I knew better than to argue. I slipped out of my
>underwear. With a single look Dad signalled for me to
>bend over across the bed. My bare buns waited for
>something they hadn't felt in years--the bite of a
>leather belt.
>
>And just when I thought I was at my lowest, Dad
>completed my humiliation by announcing that, "Since
>you have an obvious problem respecting your brother,
>he's the one who's going to give you the spanking."
>
>He handed the belt to Joel. I don't know whose jaw
>dropped quicker, my brother's or mine. Instead of
>receiving an embarrassing bare-assed spanking in front
>of my kid brother, I was receiving one from him.
>
>Joel brought the belt across my bottom with a sharp
>"crack!". It wasn't so bad. The second wasn't too
>terrible either. But he was just warming up--the ones
>after that had me groaning and twiching.
>
>Any chance of me holding onto any sort of dignity flew
>out the window when I started to cry. I gave up trying
>to control myself.
>
>After maybe thirty strokes, Dad told him to stop. He
>ordered me to apologize, and between sobs I managed to
>tell Joel that I was sorry. Dad warned me that if I
>didn't respect my brother from that point on, I'd face
>another spanking. I nodded obediently, and Dad left
>the room.
>
>I crawled back into bed and pulled the blanket up over
>me. I buried my head between two pillows and began to
>wallow in my sorrows. My brother and my cousin left
>the room.
>
>Within half an hour, Joel and Jared were back, and
>they weren't alone. They'd brought four friends, three
>boys and a girl. I couldn't kick them out because it
>was Joel's room, too. And under the circumstances, my
>father would definitely side with my brother, as a way
>of teaching me a lesson.
>
>More than that, though, I was spent. The punishment
>had taken my energy as well as my dignity. I also knew
>that Dad and Joel were right--I had a bad attitude
>toward my brother. I treated him like crap
>consistently even though he was basically a good kid.
>
>So when Joel, smirking, grabbed the edge of my blanket
>and yanked, I had neither the energy nor the will to
>struggle with him. He wanted to show his little
>friends how he'd beaten me, and I, beaten, let him do
>it. They gawked at my bare ass, which I'm sure looked
>as sore as it felt.
>
>"Still crying, Adam?" he asked, snatching the pillow
>from my face. I was no longer crying, but my cheeks
>were still wet.
>
>He had me right where he wanted me, and I didn't
>disappoint him. I turned and reached for the pillow.
>This movement allowed his friends to see not only my
>wet, tearstained face but my exposed genitals, too.
>Everyone got a nice long look at my soft dick hanging
>there limply between my legs.
>
>Satisfied, Joel and his entourage left me alone. I
>buried my head again and hated him for a minute. But
>only for a minute. After all, I'd pushed him around in
>front of my friends millions of times. He was only
>showing me how much I'd hurt him.
>
>I spent the day in bed, reflecting on this, as had
>been the post-spanking procedure when I was younger. I
>thought of all the times I'd knocked him around, made
>sport of him, made him kneel and beg for mercy.
>
>Joel came up before dinner, alone. "Dinner's at five.
>Are you coming down?"
>
>"I don't know."
>
>"Are you okay?"
>
>"Yeah, I'm just . . . sorry. Not just about the money,
>either, but all the shit I'm always putting you
>through. I'm really sorry, okay?"
>
>"Okay," he said. "And I guess I'm sorry about bringing
>my friends up. It was a pretty rotten thing to do."
>
>"Yeah, it was. But I've had it coming to me for a long
>time, I suppose. I'm a rotten prick to you most of the
>time."
>
>"Yeah, you are," he agreed. "But you're the only
>brother I have. We're stuck with each other."
>
>"Yup. Guess so."
>
>"So let me look at your red ass again," he said with
>glee.
>
>"Oh, for god's sake, Joel . . . "
>
>"Hey, this is the one and only time I'VE ever made YOU
>cry for ME to stop. If you're going to respect me,
>start with this."
>
>I sighed and threw back the covers. He sat up and
>pulled me across his lap. His fingers traced the marks
>he'd made with the belt on my buns.
>
>My younger brother . . . what a pain in my ass.
This is the story involving a spanking my 15 year old brother received from our 11 year old younger brother some seven years ago.
It was a pretty autumn afternoon as I waked home from school. I was enjoying the beginning of the new school year as a seventh grade student in my middle school, and at 12 years old, was definitely showing signs of growing into a young woman. It was also clear to me that some of the boys were starting to stare at me. So it was a little disappointing that my best friend could not go the shopping mall with me since her mother had other plans for her this afternoon. I really loved to hang out there and 'be seen' so to speak. Without my friend for companionship I didn't dare go there on my own and headed right home instead. In the end, I'm kind of glad it worked out this way for I encountered something at home that afternoon that you didn't see every day and it was an entirely new experience for me.
Upon arriving home I immediately heard my two brother's arguing from their upstairs bedroom. Despite not wanting get involved with whatever was going on my curiosity got the better of me and I made my way quietly up the stairs to find out. As I neared the open bedroom door where my two brother's slept together I could tell that my older brother Greg was getting a 'good talking to' by my younger brother Ryan. They normally got on quite well but Ryan seemed very pissed off with his older brother on this day. Apparently Greg had used some bad language with our mother.
Now this surprised me too because my big brother, who was 15 and starting his first year at high school, had always been a very respectful and polite young man. He had always treated me kindly, never teasing me, and I really looked up to him. It was so unlike him to use swear words and certainly not to our parents. We had been raised very properly. He must have had a bad day to go off at our Mom like that.
Well, if that wasn't surprising enough I had a real shock when I peeked into their room. I was careful not to be seen and was glad that I hadn't just walked in on my siblings. There was Greg standing with only his underpants on near his bed. His pants and shirt were lying on the floor in a pile on top of his socks and shoes. Ryan was standing right in front of him and was really reading him the riot act. It appeared he had ordered his older brother to strip or maybe he had forcefully removed his clothes, I couldn't be sure which. Our younger brother was wearing a sleeveless shirt that nicely displayed his muscular arms. I had always been impressed with how strong and well built he was for his age, he worked out a lot in the local gym. Not that Greg was a wimp himself.
I had seen my big brother in only his briefs before but not recently and I quickly noticed that he was very attractive. I always thought he was cute but now his toned, athletic body mesmerized me. In particular I couldn't take my eyes off his hard, round buttocks which looked great in tight white cotton underpants. My attention was brought back to reality when his kid brother finished his lecture with the words, I should beat the crap out of you (he was very capable of doing it as well) but I'll just give you a good ass whipping instead. Our parents hadn't spanked Greg for at least two years because they felt he was too big and too old for it but his little bro obviously didn't. He was clearly going to get a spanking he'd never forget. Maybe this had been a common practise between them, I never dared ask them.
Greg was bigger then his four years younger sibling but Ryan had always been the dominant one, the one in control. Most of the boys in his school year were weary of him because he had a reputation for being a tough kid. Greg, on the other hand, always tried to avoid fights and was much less aggressive. His younger brother sat on the edge of his own bed and pulled Greg over to him. I thought I heard my teenage sibling crying just a little as he pleaded with Ryan not to do this and humiliate him but he knew it was going to happen. I watched in amazement as the smaller brother put his fingers in the waistband of Greg's briefs and pulled them down to his ankles. As Ryan instructed him to step out of them I was once again struck by how good looking my big brother is! His bare bottom was tight and muscular and I really wanted to squeeze it and I was just astonished at how well developed he was in the front. I had only seen photos of older boys but now I was seeing a real young guy in person. His pubic hair was thick and dark and his large circumcised penis hung beautifully down his leg. I gasped at the thought of what he might look like when he is erect. I felt a bit guilty looking at my own brother like this but it was all such a revelation for me.
Once again I was brought out of my trance as Greg was taken across his little brother's knee. He guided his bigger brother so that his hips were directly on his right thigh and his backside was elevated slightly. Greg was lying over Ryan's lap so that his upper body and his legs were resting on the bed. It must have been awful for a 15 year old to be humiliated this way by an 11 year old.
Ryan didn't waste any time. He raised his right hand high and began slapping the older boy's bare bottom hard. The slaps continued without stopping, keeping a steady rhythm. I could hear Greg straining not to cry. Ryan just kept spanking him quite hard on his muscular bottom and then started working on his thighs. After ten minutes of this Greg couldn't hold out any longer. In addition to the loud smacking sounds from his little brother's hand I could hear the poor boy start to cry. I was sure that the spanks and now the sobbing could be heard throughout the house but of course from my position outside the bedroom door these sounds were overwhelming.
For the first time I felt really sorry for Greg and I could imagine how much more embarrassed he'd be if he knew I was watching it all. I know he deserved this but it was rather unsettling for me to see my big brother reduced to tears by an 11 year old and he was crying hard. I wanted his punishment to end but Ryan continued spanking him for quite some time. After nearly twenty minutes of spanking Greg's backside and thighs were deep red from hips to just above his knees. Our little brother could certainly spank hard and I'm sure Greg learned his lesson well!
When the spanking was over Ryan told his brother to get up. Greg stood there holding his flaming bottom and crying. He had been totally demoralised by a child! Ryan just sat there looking at Greg for a few minutes. I noted that he had an erection now and our little brother seemed amused by this. After his crying had subsided a little Ryan got up and told him to stand in the corner where he had to remain for another twenty minutes. Well, witnessing my big brother's spanking was an enlightening experience without a doubt and a lot more educational then going to the mall.
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