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>>Let me introduce myself to you. My name is Charles >>Baxter but as a kid everyone called me Charlie. When I >>reached the age of eleven my mother passed away due to >>a very bad chest infection. At this time my older >>brother Gary was thirteen and my younger sister Janet >>was nine. As well as the terrible loss we all felt we >>knew things were going to change at home a great deal. >>Being a middle child is never an advantage as the >>events I am about to tell you about will demonstrate. >> >>Shortly after our mother's funeral our father, Trevor >>Baxter, got us all together in the living room and >>told us, "Now that your mother's gone, kids, there >>will have to be some new house rules because we can't >>depend on her like we used to. You two boys are old >>enough to start doing things yourself, like tidying >>your beds and keeping your room clean." He looked >>directly at Gary. "Son, I think it's time you assumed >>some of the responsibity around here because you are >>the oldest. If Charlie starts slacking and not doing >>the tasks I tell him you have my permission to turn >>him over your knee and smack his bum if I'm not >>around." I was quite shocked by this. He was giving my >>brother the authority to give me a hiding if I messed >>up and didn't do my share of the housework. Gary and >>me had always gotten on so well together but something >>told me things would now be different between us. >> >>Dad went on, "I'll have a cleaning lady over twice a >>week to do the dusting, toilet cleaning and other jobs >>I wouldn't expect you to do." He turned his attention >>to our little sister Janet and smiled at her. "I want >>you two to look after your sister when I'm not here. >>You know my job keeps me away from home long hours and >>you'll have to start cooking your own meals when you >>get in and hers too. If you don't know how I suggest >>you start learning. Jan has always been well behaved >>and I've never had to tell her to do anything twice. I >>hope you blokes can follow her example. I'm sorry if I >>sound hard but with your Mum no longer around we have >>to pull together a lot more then before, understand!" >>Me and Gary nodded that we did. >> >>So with that the new rules came into effect. My >>brother and me thought it unfair that because of her >>age Janet was not expected to do any work around the >>house, even make her bed which Gary and I did in >>turns. Still, for the first few weeks we both complied >>with the new rules and did our bit. Since father >>wasn't home until about seven in the evening us kids >>were alone at home for about three hours after school, >>doing our diners which were normally beef burgers, >>fried egg and chips. We just couldn't be bothered to >>learn to cook anything else. The neighbours usually >>looked in on us to see we were all right. >> >>One day I had more homework to do so I neglected to >>make my bed and tidy up the room Gary and me shared. >>My brother was not happy about this and told me so. >>"We both promised Dad we'd do our work around the >>house now Mum's gone. You got no excuse, Charlie, >>you're just lazy. Dad said I should tan your backside >>if you tried to get out of your chores and that's what >>I'll do. Come over here!" >> >>I never thought he'd really go through with punishing >>me just like our Dad would. I protested, saying, >>"You're not Dad, Gary, I don't have to do what you >>say!" >> >>"Yes you do!" He roughly seized my arm and dragged me >>over to the large armchair in the living room. After >>he sat down on it he pulled me across his knees, >>holding me firmly. I struggled and screamed at him to >>let me go but I knew he had me helpless. My bottom sat >>right in the centre of his lap and soon his hand began >>to spank it. I still wore short trousers at this time >>and as my brother spanked me until my bum turned sore >>and red and I was crying he warned me, "Next time I'll >>take your pants down and do it on your bare behind. >>Dad left me in charge when he's away and you better >>learn to do what you're told. Now get upstairs and get >>that bed made if you don't want me to do it now!" So >>with tears running down my face and my bum cheeks >>burning I did the job that would have spared me a >>humiliating chastisment from my barely two years older >>sibling. I knew this would not be the only occasion >>Gary would have me over his knee, not by a long way. >> >>Just two weeks later I failed to clear up my toy >>soldiers in the bedroom and received my first sample >>of bare bottomed discipline. Gary sat on the end of >>his own bed and ordered me to come over and stand next >>to him. I knew that if I disobeyed him it would make >>my situation even worse. When I had done so he removed >>first my shorts and then hauled me across his legs so >>that my weight was supported by the bed. He then >>proceeded to pull my white cotton briefs below my >>buttock cheeks, down my skinny legs and right off. I >>knew this would be even worse then the previous >>session. When his hand came down on my unprotected >>arse I cried out immediately. >> >>SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! >SMACK! >> >>Time and again I felt his hard palm descend to my >>unfortunate cheeks and he didn't stop until he had me >>crying and begging him to stop. My brother had never >>treated me like this before and I really hated him at >>that moment. When he let me up I just lay face on my >>own bed without speaking to him. It was quite a while >>before I managed to drift off to sleep. >> >>Next day after school I sat alone in the bedroom, >>still angry at my brother for the way he'd spanked me >>just for leaving a few toys on the floor. After awhile >>Gary appeared in the doorway saying, "I want to talk >>to you, Charlie!" I responded by ignoring him but he >>still came and sat down beside me. He put an >>affectionate arm around my shoulder. I began to pull >>away from him until I heard him say, "I'm really sorry >>I had to hurt your bum, mate! I don't like doing it >>but if I don't Dad would give us both a whipping and >>he'd do it a lot worse then me. I'll probably have to >>do it a lot more times if you break the house rules >>again so try not to screw up, all right!" >> >>I nodded and we gave each other a hug. I figured a >>spanking from my big brother was probably the lesser >>of the evils. I had once seen our father lay into Gary >>with his belt and he had felt the effects for days >>afterwards. I knew there would be several more painful >>bottom beatings from him and how right I was. However, >>from that day I just accepted my fate. >> >>Some weeks later I was caught smoking at school. The >>headmaster decided to send me home and let my father >>deal with it. Dad was furious but still gave Gary the >>unpleasent task of punishing me for it. He told me to >>wait in our bedroom until my brother came up. I knew >>what was expected of me by now so I stripped off all >>my clothes except my underpants and waited for him. >>When he entered the room he had a large leather belt >>which he doubled up. His look told me he no more >>wanted this then I did. He said, "Sorry about >>this,mate! Now I want you to lie across the bed, all >>right!" I obeyed him at once. When I was in position >>on my bed I felt him tug down my briefs just below my >>backside. I gritted my teeth and waited for what was >>to come. I knew at least my brother would be more >>merciful then our Dad would have been. When that belt >>struck my bare posterior I really cried out. >> >>WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! >>WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! >> >>Gary decided ten was enough, it was certainly more >>then enough for me. My bum was sore, swollen and red >>and I just cried my eyes out. That was the only belt >>spanking I ever received from him and it was certainly >>the most painful. I got quite a few more hand >>spankings though nowhere was severe but always with my >>pants down. I forgave him every time, I knew he was >>under pressure from Dad but it was so hard to get used >>to the hurt and humiliation. I knew our relationship >>had changed forever. We had always been such pals when >>our mother was still alive but now he was more my >>guardian then my brother. I would not say he was >>really abusive with me, he knew how far to go, how far >>Dad would allow him to go when it came to chastising >>me. >> >>This went on for two years until Gary turned fifteen >>and went to military school. This would mean he would >>be away from home most of the time. I was sorry to see >>him go yet at the same time I was relieved. I assumed >>any further spankings would be carried out by our >>father. How wrong I was! With my brother away our >>little sister Janet, who was now eleven, had begun to >>do some of the work around the house. She always >>tidied up my room as well as hers if I forgot to do so >>myself. She wanted to keep me out of trouble with Dad >>and for that I was grateful. However, everything had >>it's price as I would soon learn. >> >>One day after school I found that Janet had been >>looking under my bed and found a girlie magazine a boy >>at school had lent me. As I made my way upstairs and >>into my room there she was sitting on my bed with the >>copy of Playgirl in her hand. She looked at me and >>said, "I'm surprised at you, Charlie! How could you >>read such disgusting junk. You've been a very bad boy >>and I think I should tell Dad." >> >>I pleaded with her, "Oh, sis, please don't let Dad >>know. He'll beat me within an inch of my life. All the >>kids at school my age look at naked girls so it's no >>big deal. I'll give it back tomorrow and you won't see >>it again." >> >>The look on her face told me I wasn't getting off that >>easily. She told me, "I think I should spank you the >>way Gary used to when you did something wrong and this >>is worse then anything you did before." She informed >>me how when our bedroom door was slightly open on a >>couple of occasions she could see me bare bottomed >>across my brother's lap getting spanked until I cried >>like a baby. "He always did a good job on your naughty >>bottom, didn't he! Well, you really have been naughty >>now and I think I should do the same." >> >>I protested at once. "You're my little sister, you >>can't spank me! It was bad enough Gary doing it but >>there's no way I'll let you do it too." >> >>Janet laughed. "All right then, I'll just let Dad know >>about that magazine. I don't think he'll go easy on >>you when he knows you get off on that sort of trash." >>I knew she had me where she wanted me. She gestured at >>my now long trousers. "Get them down, you little >>pervert!" She spoke to me now as if she was our >>mother. I had no choice but to obey her. Soon my pants >>fell to my ankles and I stepped out of them. She told >>to take off the rest of my clothes except my briefs. >> >>She then patted her lap which meant I had to go over >>it. Soon I was in the familiar OTK position I knew so >>well after all the times I'd been taken across Gary's >>knees for some attitude adjustment but this was worse. >>I was going to be spanked by an eleven year old girl, >>my younger sister. I expected her to remove my undies >>but she never did, nor did she during any subsequent >>hand spankings she gave me, and for this at least I >>was grateful. >> >>SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! >>SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! >>SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! >> >>I could not believe how hard her hand came down on my >>buttocks. Her grip around my waist was firm as her >>small, hard hand connected with the seat of my >>underpants. I found myself wondering how a girl her >>size and age could be capable of inflicting such pain >>to her thirteen year old brother's backside. My lower >>region felt very uncomfortable and soon it became very >>painful. When I began to cry she stopped spanking me >>and let me off her lap, warning me she'd do it again >>if I didn't behave. She then left the room, leaving me >>with a very sore bottom. I had an awful feeling there >>would be more occasions like that and how right I was! >> >>About ten days later when I got home from school I >>found her in my room sitting on my bed again. She >>said, "I hear you were a bad boy today, Charlie!" >> >>No point denying it. She went to the same school as me >>and her friends let her know everything that went on. >>I replied, "I got into a fight with another boy at >>school today, Jan!" I knew I either had to face her >>wrath or Dad's so I thought it might be wiser to turn >>myself over to to her for punishment. >> >>"You've been a very naughty boy, Charlie, and there's >>an old fashioned remedy for naughtiness. Get your >>pants down, boy!" I knew I shouldn't have let her talk >>to me like that or treat me like a six year old but I >>was left with no alternative. Soon my trousers lay on >>the carpeted floor and my other garments followed. All >>I had on was my thin white cotton briefs which covered >>my private parts but offered little protection from >>her hand spankings. >> >>Once again I was back in that embarrassing position >>across her bare legs with my weight supported by the >>bed. Then came the first hard smack of her hand as it >>landed squarely on both my butt cheeks. I could not >>get over how strong her spanks were. Even a grown man >>would have known he'd been spanked. Again and again >>her palm struck my developing backside. After five >>minutes it became very unpleasent. After ten minutes >>it was unbearable and I couldn't help but bawl my eyes >>out and beg my sister to stop, which she did. >> >>She told me that now Gary was away I needed a firm >>hand to straighten me out and if I refused to let her >>tan my hide she'd turn me over to Dad. What a >>situation to be in, being comprimised by a little >>girl. I was a teenager and she was still a child but >>very capable of giving me a spanking I wouldn't forget >>in a hurry. After she left the room I inspected my >>abused arse in the mirror and saw how red and swollen >>it had become. Her bottom burning sessions were even >>worse then Gary's! I don't believe my brother ever >>really liked his role as my disciplinarian but I think >>my sister did which was why she went about it with >>such vigour. >> >>So for the next year I was subjected to many more OTK >>spankings administered by my slightly sadistic sister. >>Often as I lay across her knee taking a terrible >>bottom brusing my penis would grow stiffer and >>stiffer. If she ever noticed this she never mentioned >>it to me. I thought it strange this never happened >>when Gary was left in charge of me. Getting spanked by >>a girl, particularly a younger girl, does tend to >>produce this kind of reaction from an adolescent boy. >> >>She did once give me a very painful and memorable bare >>bottomed thrashing with a belt just as Gary had for >>drinking beer in the house when Dad wasn't around. To >>tell the truth I didn't really like the stuff and I >>was quite irresponsible for drinking underage so she >>was probably right to blister my arse for it. "Let >>that be a lesson to you!" she said after she'd >>finished and it certainly was. >> >>By the time I turned fourteen the physical punishments >>by my sister were less frequent and then they stopped >>altogether. Maybe she just got bored with whacking my >>rear end almost weekly. Maybe she thought it wasn't >>proper to keep spanking her big brother like a child. >>Whatever the reason they stopped and I was glad about >>that. I took great care to always stay on the right >>side of Dad and not make him mad because I knew a >>beating from him would be far worse then any I'd had >>from Gary or Janet. As it turned out I was never >>spanked by Dad. >> >>At sixteen I left home to go to military school as had >>Gary. In spite of everything I kissed my young sister >>goodbye before Dad drove me to the railway station. I >>did my service until I turned eighteen and then I took >>up engineering as a career. Janet became a nurse at >>the local hospital so now she was treating injuries >>instead of trying to cause them as she had with me >>(bad joke). >> >>Dad passed away about ten years ago due to a heart >>condition. Since then me and my brother and sister >>have stayed in close contact and we often still get >>together to reflect on those childhood times in that >>house. I feel no animosity toward either of them for >>having inflicted so much pain to my bottom all those >>years ago. After all, Mum was gone and things had to >>change for all of us, it was just the way it was. If >>Mum had not died on us like that I think we'd have >>been like most other families. All things considered I >>would say we all turned out pretty well and our mother >>would have been very proud of all of us.

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