I’m Kent and lost my mother a couple of years ago when I was twelve.  It was hard but dad and I managed.  One positive outcome of the horrible loss was that I got spanked less.  Since it was always dad that did the spanking it certainly wasn’t mom’s passing that made the change.  I attribute it to my maturing rather than dad’s sorrow.© Y Lee Coyote

Of course, I still get my tail roasted like last week for coming home late for the third time in a month.  At least it’s not the babyish OTK hand spanking any more for now I lean on my bed with my bare ass raised up for the strap.  Usually I get a solid fourteen cuts that I have to bite my tongue not to yell for.  I hope I remember to watch the time for I don’t think I can be brave enough for double dose for a repeat missed curfew.

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It was a whirlwind romance and my world changed.  Dad met Jordan and it was love (and lust) at first sight.  A few short months later when our apartment lease was up, we moved into Jordan’s large house which he bought a year ago and suddenly I was now part of a family of five.  The other two were the twelve-year-old twins Max and Paula who were Jordan’s kids.

I quickly found that I liked being ‘Big Brother’.  I avoid some chores but more important is that I’m looked up as a more knowledgeable leader.  The perk that would be extra nice would not to be spanked at all but that is a different discussion.  When we are left alone, I get to be in charge.

I soon learnt that Jordan was very strict with his brats watching them closely and liberal with his spanking.  It wasn’t infrequent that I was disturbed and entertained by hearing one or both of them being spanked in the privacy of their room.  It was always exciting to hear Jordan’s hand or strap impacting on those young and tender bottoms turning them fiery red especially as they both yelled from the pain.

Afterward they would comfort each other as required by the day’s events.  A couple of times I provided some of the TLC because the unspanked one was with friends.  When it was Max I would rub some lotion on his roasted tail just like his twin sister did.  I would have used some RelievaCream with anti-pain stuff but I was afraid that if Jordan found out there would be trouble and even more spanking.  Paula welcomed the TLC also but the cream treatment was not allowed.

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I got a computer upgrade and made a fascinating discovery when setting it up.  On the local (in-house) network was a camera in the twins’ room.  To be blunt – a SPY CAM!  I assumed that it confirmed that Jordan is a helicopter parent.  Certainly they are too old for such a thing now.

Now, in retrospect, I realize that I should have just told dad and let him talk to Jordan about shutting it off but I didn’t do that.  I got hit with a brainstorm when Jordan told Max he was getting spanked later – it clicked that I could watch from my room.

I tried to do some homework but I really couldn’t concentrate properly thinking about the upcoming show.  After an hour wait, which seemed like days, the show started.  Jordan entered the twins’ room and I saw Paula leave.  Like an ancient silent movie I watched Jordan lecture Max.  It wasn’t necessary to hear the words with the gestures Jordan used and Max staring at the floor.

Act II immediately got more interesting for Jordan opened Max’s belt and jeans and yanked them to down along with his TW’s.  Then it was overlap his dad’s lap for my stepbrother.  The positioning was wrong for me to see the gradual color change but there were lots of good hard spanks applied.  As usual I could hear some of Max’s howls.  He was sent off to the corner and Jordan left.  It was then that I could see his glowing red butt.

Paula’s return triggered Act III.  Max laid down on his bed and she gave him some TLC by applying some cream to his glowing tail.  Soon after they both changed into their PJ’s.

It was a positively great show.  I would give it five stars if I was a reviewer.  I was sure that it will become my favorite show.

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A couple of weeks later we went to visit Jordan’s sister and family.  It was a great BBQ.  Max and I had fun shooting hoops with a couple of cousins.  Unfortunately Paula and a girl cousin got into a fracas which became extremely heated.  I guess it was a catfight.  It was so bad that Paula was exiled to the car and the cousin to her room.

Much of the drive back home was devoted to Paula being lectured and informed that she would be spanked.  I thought it was very nice that she was treated just like her brother in that regard.  I was able to get connected with the spy cam in time.

It was a very similar show like I described with Max.  It was the first time that I saw a girl get whacked because at school I only saw other boys get it in gym classes.  The biggest difference was that her butt cheeks bounced a lot more because she wasn’t as toned as her brother.  Of course, it turned just as red as Max’s butt had.  It wasn’t a surprise that Max then applied some cream to her tail as she had to his.

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Sometime I am a certified, card-carrying Dummkopf, First Class!  I happily watched several spankings of the twins mostly of Max before I realized that I could just watch a girl naked.  That, alas, proved to be my undoing.  I was watching Paula when I took a gulp of soda and it went down the wrong way turning me into a coughing spectacle.  Dad heard and rushed in to help me and saw the screen.

He was, in a word, livid.

And that meant that my ass was toast.

Dad hauled me out of my room and parked me in a corner in the family room while he got Jordan and the twins to witness my punishment.  It started with him stripping me down to my birthday suit much to the amusement of the twins especially Paula.  Second, was a long lecture about proper behavior and respect for others.  That included that the twins were entitled to watch since I watched them spanked and naked.  Third was, of course, the strapping.

I had to bend over the couch and dad went to town with the belt.  After a few pops I was howling like it was the end of the world.  Soon after that dad stopped and I bawled for a while ignobly in the corner.  Eventually I regained my senses.

The twins yelled at me for being despicable and wanted to spank me themselves.  Fortunately, that did not happen and we were all told that we do not spank each other ever.  They were disappointed and I was relived.  I did, however, have to apologize while standing with my junk on display while they grinned.

Dad lectured me some more and this included ordering me to remove my camera.

My simple truthful response caused havoc.  “It’s not my cam!  It must be Jordan’s.”

The twins reacted in unison.  “You’ve been spying on us like we are babies.” they shouted.  “That’s outrageous and horrid!”

“It is NOT mine.” declared Jordan most emphatically.  “It must have been with the rest of the network in the house from the previous owner.”

Dad and Jordan went on a search and destroy mission and soon located it.  Jordan taped over the small hole and said “We’ll dig it out tomorrow and check for others.”