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Big Brother in Charge

By

YLeeCoyote@juno.com

Introduction

Hi, I'm Alex and YLee asked me to tell you about us – my big brother, Jake, and me.  Actually this is the third time I'm telling him this because I learnt about how people would ignore the earlier versions because of the extreme hyperbole I used.  I understand now how people wouldn't trust anyone who counts «one, two, three, bazillion».  So here is a version that does NOT distort things and is more readable than what I first said.  It all really happened starting when I was ten.  Since this has happened, my brother and I have gotten very close.  YLee helped me fix things up so it's more readable.

No more Babysitters

One evening my brother, Jake, said he wanted to have a man-to-man talk with me.  That was pretty strange since I was only ten and he was fourteen years old.  Of course, I agreed to listen since he would bop me if I refused.  Actually, he did not do that nearly as much as some of my friends' big brothers (and sisters) bop them.  He started asking some pretty stupid questions starting with "When our 'rents go out what happens?" and "Do you like that?"

It's like he did not know that we get an [ugh] babysitter. "Hell (I whispered because I'm not supposed to use that word but Jake doesn't care) and usually a girl.  I hate that because they fuss and always want to give me a bath so that they can play with my thingie because they ain't got their own."© YLeeCoyote

Jake continued to 'splain that the 'rents are going away all day Sunday so that there are three options.  "We could have a babysitter or you stay with Fred."  You know what I think of the first and although Fred is OK his mother wouldn't let us do anything and his three sisters rat us out constantly and want to play house all the time.  Then I get the surprise.  "Or we could be just by ourselves."  I jumped for joy with that one.  Then Jake explained that there would be rules starting with that he would be in charge and I must agree to listen to him.  Well, he wanted Dad to tell me everything so I could be sure everything was real.

Well Dad explained the rules and even gave me a printout of them.  Here they are:

1. Jake is in charge.
2. Alex agrees to mind him.
3. Jake may give Alex up to three five-minute time-outs.
4. Jake may give Alex one bare bottom hand spanking if Alex agrees that he deserves one, otherwise Dad will decide later.
5. All punishments must be reported but the reasons may remain private between Jake and Alex.
6. If Alex abuses his authority he will be spanked and grounded.

Alex added that after he spends a couple of hours doing his homework we could go to The Park.  That's Park with a capital-P because it's not a little local park but the BIG one with lots of GREAT stuff to do.  We would also eat out.  He didn't have to ask if I wanted to do that because I always want to do that.

Dad insisted that I think about things for a day (especially rule #2) but I really did not have to.  I was ready to put my John Hancock on it immediately.  (See, I did listen to the history lesson.)  BTW, Jake had to sign it also.  Oh, that's because it is a contract.  Dad spent some time explaining that.  (I guess that King George didn't live up to his contract with the colonies.  That was in the same lesson.)

Sunday morning the 'rents went off for the day and I was alone with Jake, my big-brother-in-charge.  He said he had to do his homework and suggested that I do mine.  It was strange that he did not send me off with an order to do it like the 'rents (especially Mom) do.  After, he sat down at his desk to do it I did the same at my desk.  I was finished in an hour but he said that he had another hour of work.  Instead of just playing I kept bothering him and soon he was yelling at me.  I admit that it didn't take me long to act childish again after my initial good intentions.

"That's it, Alex.  You got a timeout."  He picked up the timer and handed it to me.  His manner was such that I cooperated with him but I told him that he was also out of control.  That did not get me out of the timeout.  He led me to the top of the steps and I placed the timer on the table.  Then he led me down three steps and told me to sit.  Then he surprised me and sat down four steps lower.  He gave himself the same timeout!  The five minutes crept as I watched the mantle clock.  When the timer rang we both got up and I told him that I was sorry.  He gave me a hug and said to play video games while he finished his homework or he'll be in trouble when the folks get home.  I was a little ashamed of myself.  I had been a pest and Jake was being ever so nice.  I was as quiet as a mouse just thinking about The Park and the wonderful things we would do there while he did his homework.

Jake checked the weather report and we left our jackets home.  We took the money that Dad had given us.  Jake had most of it but I actually got some so I could buy stuff myself.  We also took the zoo membership card so we did not need cash for that.  On the way to The Park, I told him what I wanted to get and he said I did not have enough money to do it all and I would have to shorten my list.  He did not tell me, like Mom does, what to leave out leaving me to decide.

The Park was, as it always was, great fun.  It was even more fun because neither Mom nor Dad was there keeping an eye on us (especially on me) and requiring frequent check-ins.  Jake even let me decide where we should have lunch.  We did ever so many things – explored the woods (Jake did not yell that I got wet in the stream and even splashed me but I got him back), pretended we were knight and prisoner headed for the dungeon in the Castle, listened to a busker play a strange instrument called a hammered dulcimer (you can listen for yourself here: www.dulcimers.com/), went to the zoo and ate from push carts.  We had lots of fun and had left the carrousel for the very last.  That's when I discovered that I did not have the money to pay.  Jake and I went over what I had bought and figured it out.  I had made two mistakes.  First, I had rounded the prices down in my initial estimates.  Second, I had given some money to the busker.  I was quite disappointed even though the day had gone so very well.  Because Jake had warned me, I did not want to ask him for more money.  I'm sure that it showed in my face.

Jake checked his money.  "Alex, I can't touch the supper money but if we walk home and put everything else together we can get two rides each."  I thought that was just super.  I got my favorite horse – the great big black stallion on the outside.  I pretended that I was Zorro with a great sword.

I'm sorry to say that after that, even before we got out of the park, I acted up.  I continued to play that I was Zorro and kept running away from Jake.  After the second time, he said that I was going to get spanked when we got home or he would tell Dad, who would spank me.  I was very quiet after that.  I knew that I spoiled the day and that I truly deserved the spanking.  The half hour walk home seemed to take much longer.  We did stop to eat rather than do takeout.  Jake let me chose the place even though I was due a spanking.  I would have liked it a lot more if I hadn't been due a spanking when we got home.

When we got home, Jake said we both should shower before anything else and I agreed.  More important, I agreed that I deserved a spanking for being naughty in The Park.  After his shower, Jake put on fresh clothes.  I did not bother getting dressed but told him that I was ready for my spanking and repeated that I was very, very sorry and that I knew I deserved it.  Jake sat on his bed and I got across his lap.  When Dad spanks me, I always feel like a little boy across his lap especially when I cry (which I always do).  This time, over my brother's lap I felt somewhat different because I had decided that this was where I belonged.  Jake was much more gentle than Dad was.  Perhaps he was afraid of hurting me or because he was usually prohibited from hitting me.  He rubbed my bottom some and then gave me a dozen light spanks and helped me up.

As he hugged me, I said: "That was NOT a real spanking but a birthday spanking.  I did not feel spanked at all and I well knew that I surely deserved one."  I guess that you know that I felt very guilty about being naughty.  "Please give me the spanking I deserve, Jake.  Dad spanks a lot harder."

"OK, little brother, since you insist."  Jake returned me to the spanking position and gave me a real spank.  Later, he told me how he watched his hand print form on my butt.  It was a proper spank and some twenty proper spanks later I was a properly spanked boy.  Then we hugged each other and I sobbed on his shoulder.  I told him that I loved him very much and was really sorry I had been naughty and thanked him for spanking me and for taking me to The Park.  I really, cross my heart and hope to die, meant all of it.

The 'rents came home just before my bedtime and we spoke to Dad when Mom stepped away.  Jake told him the day went just fine and we had a great time together.  When Dad asked me, I told him: "The day was really great and we had lots and lots of fun.  I had to tell Jake how to spank me but he's a quick learner.  Goodnight, Dad."  He left laughing.  Jake gave me a great big hug.

I hoped that I did not teach Jake too well because it so hard to be good all the time.

Learning to Spank

The next time I got into trouble, spanking trouble that is, I wondered if my bad joke about having taught Jake how to spank me had been a mistake.  When I brought home that nastygram from school the 'rents read it and Dad told me that I should do my homework right after dinner because we were going to have a discussion starting an hour before my bedtime.  I knew then it was going to be a long session because Dad was really mad.  That was a wrong assumption, I found out when Dad came to our bedroom.

"Alex, you were quite right that Jake needs to learn how to spank you properly when you misbehave.  He also needs to learn how to scold you.  This note from your school will provide a good opportunity for both.  I'm going to let Jake deal with you while I'm here to coach him and improve his technique.  Since you have earned a spanking, he will be able to really spank you rather than just pretend."  I looked at Jake and he was grinning.  I could not think of anything to say.  Dad does not like us objecting to his decisions although we are allowed to if we have really good reasons.  I was smart enough to know that just not liking something was not a good reason and that I better keep my mouth shut.

Dad handed the letter back to me and indicated that I should give it Jake.  Jake, no longer grinning, accepted the letter and read it, shaking his head as he did.  He was looking very grown up.  Worse, he started to sound grown up as he lectured me about my crime.  Several times Dad interrupted him to suggest that he change things.  When he got through all it, Dad had him start over.  It seemed that the lecturing went on for hours (ok, it was actually only twenty minutes) and I felt well lectured and properly bad about my misdeed at school.

I knew what was coming next and I started to undress but Dad stopped me.  I hate being stripped by Dad for a spanking and the time after The Park I was naked after my shower.  This time it was Jake who undressed me.  It was not the fun it was when we roughhouse and he pulls my clothes off so he can tickle and tease me.  It was definitely part of my punishment.  When I was in my birthday suit, Jake (who was sitting on his bed) gave me a great big bear hug and whispered into my ear: "I love you, little brother, but you require this punishment."

Even though he had been grinning before, I could tell that he did not really want to do this.  I wanted to say that he didn't have to because I did not want a spanking.  I kept my mouth shut again because I knew I deserved this spanking and Dad was right there.

Jake pulled me over his lap.  The top part of me was resting on the bed so I was more comfortable than if I had been draped over Dad's lap.  Dad always sits on a chair so I'm hanging down at both ends.  This was much more comfortable.  Dad had Jake hold me at the waist and then with my arms behind back.  He pointed out how much I could be controlled when I failed to cooperate.  Jake pushed up on my arms and it hurt.  I squealed and Jake let up.  It was not only Jake who was getting a spanking lesson.

The preliminaries over, the lesson shifted to hitting my tender little behind.  Dad had only used his great big hand on my bottom which was, as any boy who has been spanked well knows, is sufficiently effective.  Jake's hand was smaller, not as hard and he was not nearly as strong as Dad.  Dad had him give me a few spanks.  I yelped some feeling that it was expected even though it did not hurt like Dad's butt buster spanks.  Dad had Jake use his hand flat and curved.  There was a difference.  I guessed that this spanking business was more complex that it seemed.

Dad showed that it was even more complex because he went on to explain that the spanker had to be careful not to hit the spankee's tail bone or on the sides since that could injure.  I was also learning although I did not have anyone to spank.  Then Dad had Jake give me a few on the thighs and said a few there were allowed.  I did not expect that when Jake got me just between my bottom and my legs it would hurt more.  I reacted a lot to those couple of spanks and Jake said that was a good thing to know.

I figured that Jake would just spank me now to finish up but he did not.  Dad asked him about his hand and he owned up that it was beginning to hurt (like my bottom was).  I thought that was good since he would have to go easy on me.  That's when Dad really changed the rules.  "Son, that is why I use the hairbrush on you.  It allows me to spank a lot more without my feeling it.  Now I want you to try this but not hard."

"Thanks, Dad.  I do know how much more this hurts."  An instant later I also knew when the hairbrush connected with my bottom.  Before I had finished howling, I got another whack and managed to get two howls out at once.  "Give Alex two more, Jake."  They also hurt but that sounded like the end.  "Remember, Jake, that you've must to be careful not to miss.  It's best to hold the hands so they cannot be hit and injured."

"Another item that can be used is a ping-pong paddle.  It has a great big surface so it connects with a lot of naughty boy bottom at once.  That's both a pro but also a con because the force is spread out and the big surface has a lot of air resistance."  I got a few spanks with the paddle and they certainly hurt but not like the wicked hairbrush. "Please, Dad.  Please, Jake knows enough.  I'll be good; promise." I begged.  But it was not any use for Dad said that Jake needed to learn more before really spanking me.  I groaned.

"The British use what they call a 'slipper' or a Plimsoll." explained Dad.  "It's more like a sneaker and often without the top.  That's more effective since there is less to swing.  In some ways it is like a rubber paddle.  You could easily use Alex's own sneaker should the need arise in an emergency."

"Ha, how could it ever be an emergency?" I thought.

"But a flip-flop is a good item to use.  It is flexible and very effective." Apparently Dad brought one for he continued: "Try a few spanks with it."  And Jake obediently tried a few spanks.  They hurt a lot.  I was sobbing by now.  "Because it is soft and flexible it does not cause injury." added Dad.  My bottom disagreed but was not consulted.

"But the item I would like you to use in addition to your hand most of the time is this STRAP."  I examined it later and saw that Dad had cut a ten-inch length from an old, wide, thick, leather belt.  "It's easy to use and most effective.  Now finish up spanking your naughty brother."

I was happy to hear 'finish up' until Jake actually started to do it.  That strap hurt more than Dad's hand had.  Jake was happy using it for he did a wonderful job turning my bottom into a flaming hot center of pain as I cried.  I did not even hear Dad tell him to stop so I don't know if he stopped on his own or not.  I certainly knew that I was well spanked by my big brother and that he now knew how to properly spank me every time.  They just tucked me into bed when it was over and I just lay there crying.

I really did not sleep and after Jake put out the light I got out of my bed and got into his.  I had not done that since I was a little kid – maybe when I was seven.  Jake let me stay with him even holding me tight like I held my teddy bear when I was little.  In the morning he told me that he was sorry that he had hurt me and it had hurt him to do it.  He asked me to be good so he wouldn't have to spank me again.  We agreed that would be good.

The next day, Dad explained that Jake was now authorized to spank me when I was naughty – at home or school or anywhere – even when Mom or he was around.

I decided that being good was a very good idea.

Spanking at My Sleepover

Tyler (Ty) and Earnest (Ernie) were my best buddies and we were having a sleepover at my place.  Jake had agreed to move into the guest room and let us have our shared bedroom to ourselves.  He told us: "I need some peace and quiet so you three brats stay here and leave me alone."  We all knew that he was joking and that he had to stay home to watch us because Mom and Dad were out for the afternoon and early evening.  We had, naturally as always, promised to be good as angels.  Of course, Dad made us promise not to wreck the house or hurt each other.  We already had the OK to order food delivery for dinner.

Our plan was to play in the backyard and the tree house but it was raining very hard and we had to stay inside.  Well, that is why 'puters were created so that there would be lots of games to play.  Now we have three computers in the house: the 'rents, Jake's and mine.  Mine used to be Jake's but he got a better one and now we don't have to share anymore.  His is bigger and faster but he is in high school and insists that he needs it for that.  I see that he plays a lot of games though.  It is actually the best one in the house because Mom just does email and shopping while Dad just keeps records.

The parents' computer was no better than mine and was in Dad's den where I'm not allowed to go and certainly not for the 'puter.  "You got your own, Alex." Dad always told me.  I guess that I should not complain about that for many of my friends must share with their brothers, sisters and 'rents.  Jake is also very possessive about his 'puter.  I'm not allowed to touch it without him about.  Now, there was something very attractive about it because Jake had set up all of the computers which means he knew the master passwords.  Dad told him to put a nanny program on my computer which keeps me from surfing everywhere.  There wasn't any such program on his because he would know the password and shut it off.  He promised Dad that he wouldn't spend much time doing stuff that he really shouldn't and Dad trusts him.

I had boasted to my buddies that we didn't have babysitters anymore for we could stay alone now.  I was a little evasive about the times the 'rents and Jake had to be out very late and there was a sitter for me.  I've also told them that Dad had stopped spanking me.  They were surprised and pressed to find how I was being punished so I had to tell that now Jake does it most of the time.  "He does not go easy on me, but he is fair.  I like that Dad does not do it.  We have to tell him that it happens but not why."  They were impressed about that.

Well, back to the rainy day – so we were stuck in the house.  Jake was using the 'puter in the den so we had the bedroom to play in.  Ernie was waiting his turn to play the winner when he touched Jake's keyboard.  The desktop popped up – apparently Jake had not logged off.  Ernie immediately started to surf and Ty joined him.  I told them it was not allowed but they laughed at me.  "He'll never know." said Ty.

Ernie started to key in a URL which his brother showed him that was really cool with lots of hot pics.  Ty kept me back long enough for the site to come up and then I was hooked.  We were having a good time when suddenly the screen went black.  A few seconds later it came back but was very different.  There was a black border with a white center and bold red text flashing in the middle.
 

YOU ARE ALL IN BIG TROUBLE.  SIT ON THE BED AND WAIT FOR ME. JAKE

We sat on the bed as directed and they both asked what was happening.  I was not sure but obviously Jake had set something up and we were caught.  I did not know if it was the porno site or just using the computer that mattered.  I guessed that we were going to be punished.  I said 'we' because the sleepover rules were that the visitors had to obey the house rules and were subject to the same punishments as the host for being naughty.

Jake made us wait fifteen minutes before he came up.  We did not make excuses because there really were not any.  I should have called Jake immediately but I did not.  He explained that if we had played games he would have let it pass but we actively went to sites that were prohibited and for that we would be spanked.

I was to be first much to the relief of my buddies.  Ernie and Ty flipped a coin to determine who would be next.  He told us to remove our sneakers and where to stand so we could watch each other get punished.  I stood in front of Jake and he pulled my shirt over my head and then lowered my jeans and briefs.  I stepped out of them.  I did not like that I was naked and everyone was dressed but that was the least of my worries.  Jake helped me across his lap.  "I'm sorry." I said, like every boy does at this time but it was too late.  He started with giving me ten spanks as a warm-up.  Then he got serious and switched to that terrible strap.  I did not want to yell or cry before my friends and tried my best not to but he knew how to spank.  I knew I was going to cry, although I held off as long as possible.  That probably prolonged my spanking but I was hoping.  When he stopped, I got up and swapped places with Ty.

Ty got exactly the same treatment that I had gotten.  It was the first spanking that I got to watch like this.  I think that he started to cry sooner than I did but I'm not certain.  Of course, Jake made sure we all cried.  Then Ernie replaced Ty.  He was the cause of our punishment and he definitely started to cry the soonest even before Jake switched to the strap.  He was sent back to stand next to us.  Jake lectured us some more and then said we were allowed to play but not get dressed.  We did not really want to play but we talked about our spanking, used the mirror to see how red we were and compared them to other spankings we had gotten.  Ty and Ernie agreed that Jake was very good at spanking and we all admitted that we deserved them.  Not being dressed for the rest of the day was sort of fun.  I'm not sure it would have been if mom had been home or if I had sisters about.

In the morning, Jake reported that things were OK although he did have to spank us.  True to their words, my 'rents did not ask any details.  Ernie and Ty were surprised at that and even more so that my parents did not tell theirs.

Big Brother Needs My Help

I was twelve when summer was approaching along with the end of the school year and Jake wanted another man-to-man talk with me.  Again, he started with questions.  He wanted to know what I thought of him being in charge of me.  The short answer was that I really liked it.  He probed deeper to find out why.  It was then I felt more grown up and that I realized that he was terribly fair.  I reminded him how he was unhappy with the 'rents on his case and that my friends had that problem also.  Then he wanted to know if I would like being in charge of a younger brother if we had one.  Well, being in charge certainly is nice but there was also the responsibility.  We talked about those things for a while and I saw some of the less pleasant parts of the job.  Then he asked if I could be in charge of myself.  That was pretty hard but Jake pointed out that I had been doing that for the last four months pretty well.  "You only needed to be spanked three times.  When this first started you were getting more than one spanking a week." he said.  He was right.  Also, I was doing better in school and had gotten more privileges as a reward.  He told me to think about all of this for a day and then we would continue our discussion.

The next day I told him that I understood things a lot better and wanted to continue.  "Alex, I'm going to be taking an advance course starting in a couple of weeks.  It will be long hours for a month and I'm going to have to work very hard at it.  I'm not going to have time for anything else.  I want your help."

I jumped to respond.  "Then you want me to be in charge of myself so you don't have to tend to me.  Yes, that would be great and I surely can be good just like I have been."

"Yes, but that is only part of it, Alex.  I want to be sure that I stay on track and don't get distracted by my friends or girls.  I want you to be in charge of ME as well."  I was speechless.  "I'll need a lot of supervision to be positive that I'm not getting off track. Mom and Dad really can't do the job and I would resent them if they tried."  We were both silent for a while and then he asked: "Can you and will you, little brother?"

"You mean check up on you that you do your homework and don't goof off?  Spank you if you're naughty?  Encourage you?  Be in charge of you like you have been in charge of me?"

"Exactly.  All of it.  It will be a lot of work for you."

"I'm honored, big brother.  I'll really be happy to help you like you have helped me.  I need to think about this to be sure that I can do it right."

A day later I told Jake that I would be happy to take on the assignment.  I told him that we should work out a schedule for him (curfew, bedtimes and more).  I wanted to include an afternoon and evening when he must go out with his friends.  I saw how he got when he was over-worked with finals and needed some time off.  Even the Bible tells us to do that, I reminded him.  He was agreeable but I had two more conditions, er, items.  I wanted to give him a real spanking so that he would know what to expect to and to increase his desire not to get one.  I told him "It's not fair just to spank you for nothing, but over the past few months you have not been perfect; you done some naughty things."

"Alex, there's something more.  You have that look." he said.  My big brother was SMART!

"There's one thing that will really screw you up – GIRLS!  You have to stay away from them for the month."

"Shit!  You're damn right.  That's going to be tough."  He paused.  "I'm not going to get locked up."

"I have a simpler idea.  I'll shave your pubes.  You won't want the chicks to touch you then.  You said as much when you got them."  He turned green at the idea.  "They'll grow back, Jake."  He agreed, somewhat reluctantly, and said we'll have to tell the folks and I would need a spanking lesson.  "I got the same one that you did from Dad.  I just didn't get any credit for the course.  I don't want to strap you with the belt the way Dad does now, but get you over my lap like I get over yours."

We agreed that I would take over the Sunday morning before his special class started.  He would make a list of his transgressions (he explained that was a better word than crimes) and I would give him a proper spanking and shave him.  I was very anxious for that morning to come.

It seemed forever before Sunday morning came and we were alone in our bedroom.  "Bring me the strap and the contract, Jake." I said as calmly as I could.  I was very excited indeed for I would be in charge of my big brother for a month.  His handing me the strap was like we had seen in movies when the commander of a fort or warship was changed.  In order to be face to face, I had him kneel for I was sitting on my bed.  I lectured him about his mistakes (he had given me a list) as a prelude to the first spanking.  He grinned a bit as I stumbled with the lecture but that really didn't matter.  We both stood up and I stripped him of his shirt, jeans and boxers so that he was starkers.  I resumed my seat and he let me pull him over my lap.  It was a thrill and my heart was racing.  "You've been a very naughty boy, Jake." I said solemnly.  Then I gave him some hand spanks as hard as I could.  I liked how my hand prints formed and the wonderful SPANK sounds but I could tell this would never be a real punishment for him.  I took up the strap and started with that.  It was obvious that my efforts were much more effective.  The red marks on my big brother's butt were stripes rather than my hand prints. Jake really began to feel it.  It took me a lot longer than when he spanked me or Dad spanked him, but I was getting the job done.  I did not have a preset number of spanks or time for this first spanking.  After a while, I could tell that he was hurting and then he began to whimper just a tiny bit.  That told me that I was having a real effect and I continued with more of a will.  I then heard him sob and as soon as he cried, I stopped.  It was then that I knew that I really could spank Jake passed what he could take.

I held him close as he recovered.  This was very quick as he was not a cry baby.  I'll never tell anyone that he cried for that would be shaming him.  When he could speak, he said; "You spanked me very well, little brother.  I better be good this month."

"You know what's next?" I asked.  He nodded.  I went and got the stuff I needed.  He lay on a towel on the bed and I wet his crotch with hot water using a washcloth.  Then I covered his crotch with shaving foam and started with the disposable razor.  It got clogged very quickly and I had to rinse it off frequently so it took a long time to get him smooth.  I went over the area a second time to be sure and that was much easier.  (We learnt later that I should have cut the hair short first.)  I dried him off and he got dressed.  We hugged.

When he came back from peeing, he reported that he felt strange without hair and said I had been right he wouldn't want any girl or even a guy to see him that way.  I suggested that we go to The Park.  We checked our money and had enough since we had gotten our allowances and we would get our lunch money back.  As we started out, I reminded him that he had better be a good boy or he would get another spanking.  He laughed and so did I for we both knew that if anything serious came up he would take over.  Since I was in charge, I had to be extra good.  We had fun and he was a good boy.

Monday, after his first day of classes, we got serious.  I checked that he did his assignments and even quizzed him with sample questions.  (The answers were in back of the book.)  On Wednesday, he got a pop quiz and only got a C.  I was going to let it pass but he was upset about it so I spanked him just before bedtime.  After his shower, I got him over my lap and used the strap.  It was easier to do it than the first time because I knew how to hold both Jake and the strap.  I turned his butt a nice red in just a few minutes.  I got him to the point of whining but did not make him cry.  It was a pop quiz and that seemed unfair.  We hugged each other and he went to bed.

Thursday all was well but I gave him another shave.  Friday was a dangerous day for he only had class in the morning.  He did all his homework in the afternoon and Saturday morning.  He was happy to get out with his buds on his weekly "pass".  On Sunday, he reviewed and I helped by quizzing him.

He was doing very well but got home late on Thursday.  That earned him a good hard spanking which he accepted like a man even though I made him cry.  He was very repentant.  By now, I had discovered that being in charge was a lot of work, a lot of hard work.  Things went on quite well until the end of the third week.  He messed up and I gave him two hard spankings.  One that Friday and then again on Sunday night so he would remember all that critical last week.

We were both thrilled when it was over.  I gave him the strap back which we both knew meant that we returned to our normal roles.  Our 'rents were also thrilled when the grades came in as he was at the top.  It was a few days later that he gave me a special present in appreciation of my help.  He said that he still had two years in high school and then college and would need motivation at times.  Even though he was in charge of me, he wanted me to do it when necessary.  I spent some time practicing with the beautiful crafted tawse that he had gotten me for the job. It was even inscribed:

Alex – Please use this when I deserve it – Jake

Ernie and Ty were really surprised by all of this.  They said that I should use the tawse on Jake every day because big brothers always deserve it.  "No way!" I explained.  "Jake is in charge of me and that's the way I like it.  He only spanks me when I deserve it.  The tawse is for when he messes up and only then.  We both understand this."

I realize that I'm growing up because I'm becoming responsible.  I'm ever so proud that my big brother trusts me.

The End

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