It was Saturday morning and Mr. and Mrs. Hookway were about to about to leave for the weekend to attend a cousin’s wedding that night.  Almost sixteen-year-old Doug and thirteen-year-old Scot, their two sons, had just been subjected to the traditional parental lecture about behaving properly, not wrecking the house nor killing each other.  It was not any surprise that they dutifully promised to do so happy not to have a sitter.© Y Lee Coyote

The detente lasted less than two hours.  They argued intensely about nothing and Doug suddenly stopped being vocal and became physical.  He was not as fast as a cat but sufficiently fast to grab his brother and drag him over to the couch where he flipped him over his lap.  As Scot was resisting and yelling Doug quickly leg locked him into position and trapped his arms behind his back to assure his control.  Then he started to spank hard.  Scot yelled even more totally outraged.

Among the many howls, Scot’s yells included such comments as “You don’t have the right to spank me.” and “Just wait until father gets home!”

Flushed with power, Doug paused spanking to pull down Scot’s pants exposing his already pink butt and resumed spanking even more vigorously.  The howls increased.  Doug eventually stopped once Scot went limp.

Among the retorts interspersed with hard spanks from Doug was that “Dad won’t believe you.”, “You won’t be red when he returns.” and “They left me in charge.”

It was an extremely tense weekend for the two youths.

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As the parents returned to their apartment they met Mr. Wardrip, their next door neighbor.  The usual brief pro forma conversion did not occur as Mr. Wardrip commented “That was some hard spanking you gave Scot at noon yesterday.  He howled to wake the dead and it came through the wall.”

“That’s impossible for we were ​a hundred miles​ (​one hundred and fifty km​) away on the way to a wedding.”

“I heard Scot yelling and bawling loudly.” He retorted. “He was definitely being spanked.”

“Thank you.  I will look into the matter.”

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It wasn’t long after they were in the apartment that Scot complained vigorously that Doug had beaten him violently.  Of course, Doug insisted that his brother was lying.  “You can check his delicate bottom to see if it is red.” he said sarcastically.

“It’s not red anymore for he did it at noon yesterday when the town clock rang.” added Scot.

“It is clear that one of you is lying.” said Dad trying to sound like Solomon. “Look me in the eye and tell me again.”

“HE SPANKED ME!”

“I did not spank him.”

“I am very disappointed with you Doug Kaleb Hookway.  Not only did you improperly and brutally spank your brother but you are lying about it.  That is totally unacceptable.  Not only can I see it your eyes, but I’ve had a report about it.”

“But, father, ….”

“Not another word!  You committed two serious offences.” said a very angry father.  “You shall be spanked appropriately.”

Scot was over joyed and could hardly restrain himself from cheering which he realized would annoy his father.  He was also delighted that it was he who was recognized as the teller of truth rather than lies.

“Drop ‘em and over the end of the couch, Doug.” dad commanded as he removed his belt.  The dozen hard cuts with the heavy belt quickly made a deep impression on the lying, bulling, bare butt youth which brought him to the edge of tears.

“Get into the corner.  We’ll get to your other transgression later.”  Doug shuffled to the corner with his pants and undies about his ankles.  Scot watched with great joy in his heart seeing justice being done.

It was a bit later that Scot was told to fetch a flip-flop.  Then Doug was reminded that he had no right to spank his brother – ever.  But as he had, he will be spanked for that.

It was a horrible shock that he was told to get over his younger brother’s lap with his still red, hot bottom bare for a spanking.  Scot was probably even more shocked but delighted.  He studied the bright red and swollen target before him for a bit before starting.

He raised his hand to deliver his first ever spank to his elder brother.  He swung hard right in the middle of the right cheek.  He was elated when Doug howled.  He repeated that action on the other cheek.  Then he got serious and spanked and spanked.  Big brother was close to tears.

Scot then recalled that he had fetched the flip-flop so that was what Dad surely expected him to use.  He picked it up and restarted the spanking with the power amplifying implement. The effect was greater than before.  Over and over he happily spanked away.

It is nearly impossible to not feel like a little boy when being spanked over lap like one.  Doug could not do that difficult feat and broke into tears as he was walloped with the flip-flop.  Scot was delighted that he made his big brother cry which did not happen when he was spanked.

After a few more spanks Scot sent his brother back into the corner well satisfied with how things turned out.  The same could not be said for big brother who now had a new understanding of what “Just Wait Until Your Father Gets Home!” means.