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Defanging and Declawing Big Brother

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YLeeCoyote@juno.com

I was ready at dinner on Thursday.  Both Jock, my fifteen-year-old brother, and I (just twelve) knew our parents were going away for the weekend and neither of us wanted a babysitter.  It was the one thing we agreed on even without discussion.  I had my tape recorder in my pocket for Dad always recited the articles of sea just like they show in those old sailing ship movies crewed by illiterate and Shanghaied sailors with a cruel captain.  I captured the lecture perfectly.  It was the usual set of rules: "We were to be good; not kill each other; no parties and the like."  The part that I most wanted to record I got crystal clear:  "Jock is in charge and you are to listen to him, Phil, just like you have to listen to me."  This all sounded pretty normal and common.  Some of my friends had the same experience from both sides.  Usually brothers band together forgetting to fight like they usually do without the parental audience.

I'm sorry to say that is not the case with my big brother.  He's such a schmuck with his head up his own A-hole that he can't manage to do that and coexist for our mutual benefit.  Let me give you just one example.  The previous time the folks went away and left us, at dinner on Sunday (mom left us stuff to heat up) he gave me a hard time because the garbage cans were not out by the curb by eight (it was my week to do it).  I told him that they were not due out for another day because of the Monday holiday but he did not care.  He just said: "You broke Rule #17."  That rule just said that the cans had to be curbside on Sunday rather than the evening before pickup.  Then he grabbed me, sat down on the chair he pulled out from the table and threw me over his lap.  I was surprised and tried to fight back but he is bigger and stronger then I am so it was useless.  (I'm anxiously awaiting to start puberty so I can catch up to him.)  He even reached under me so that he could undo my belt and jeans and then yanked them down.  My briefs quickly followed and then he spanked me.

He spanked very hard; even harder than Dad does.  He had hit puberty more than a year earlier but I was still just a kid and he was almost a man.  I did not have a chance.  As my butt turned into a major pain center, I began to cry.  This earned me even more trouble because I was now a crybaby.  Then he made me stand in the corner while he gloated to his best bud on the phone about spanking me to tears and beyond.  After that, I had to do the dishes (it was his turn!) with my jeans and briefs about my ankles and my still flaming ass hanging out.  Of course, his buddy Reed managed to get over and even take a couple of snapshots.  Then I had to take out the cans but at least by then I had my jeans pulled up.

"So how come he is in charge again?" you ask.  Because he made sufficient threats about what would happen if I told.  Dad also does not like tattletales so he would not take kindly to my reporting such things.  He is very much of a be a man and sort out your own problems kind of guy.  I worked out a plan and it succeeded far better than I had hoped.

I made sure to get home before Jock did on Friday and get everything set up so I was ready when he barged into my room and started to yell at me.  I did not really answer him except to say: "Yes, Sir." in the most respectful and polite manner that I could muster.  He then went into his room and a little latter I heard him go out.  I was certain that he was off to party with his buds.  I collected my stuff and went off to Norman Thain's house as I had planned.© YLeeCoyote

My buddy, Norm, is my best friend and I had general approval to stay over if his folks were about.  As planned, we worked together on our homework for Monday because then we would have the weekend to play without any concerns.  It was very fortunate that we did that because the weather forecast changed and Norm's folks decided to go up to their mountain cabin.  We were really pleased that we did not have to sweat homework and would be able to play all the time.  I took my school pack along so that they could drop me at home on the way back more conveniently.

The Fates, I'm most happy to say, then started to play their games – with my family and me but I would not know about that for a while.  Norm and I had a great time that weekend.  We got out in nature both on and in the lake and in the woods.  One of the best things was that I was having such a great time that I even forgot about my A-hole of a brother.

We started back late afternoon and discovered that we were trapped.  Several idiots managed to crash on the one and only bridge back to civilization.  With four wrecked cars the bridge was closed and after they got the bodies (both human and auto) clear, the sheriff was going to keep the bridge closed until the county engineer could inspect it.  It would be reopened by dawn unless there had been some damage.  The sheriff said that was very unlikely but he was playing it by the book so Mr. Thain drove back to the cabin.  We tried to call but the phone was out because the accident had knocked down a telephone pole on the cabin side.

We tried again early Monday morning.  The bridge was open and we saw the Telco guys working on the lines as we went past.  It was already school time by the time we got back so Norm and I were taken directly there.  Monday was our heavy day and I did not think of anything but my classes until I got home.

My parents were frantic.  Even Jock was upset.  The Fates had been working overtime to help me.  My folks had returned late on Sunday morning and neither Jock nor I were home.  They called about but they couldn't locate either of us.  When Jock wandered in at noon, definitely worse for wear, he was pounced on for breaking the rules.  (I heard about this later.)  He had not the vaguest idea where I was.  My bed obviously had not been slept in since Mom had made it Friday morning and some of my clothes were gone along with my school stuff.  There was even a police car parked in front of the house when I happily walked in.

"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN, BOY?"  Dad yelled at me as I got to the front door.

"In school, Father.  Just like I'm supposed to be on a Monday."

The cops made some snorting noises and left.

"AND YESTERDAY?" he continued roaring.

"I was with Norm and his parents.  We went up to their cabin and got stuck there because of an accident.  The phone was also out.  Mr. Thain said he would call you because there are not any phones I can use in school."  (A student who even gets within a fathom of the phone booth gets a detention and a week of detentions for actually using it.)

Just then our phone rang.  It was Mr. Thain calling and he immediately backed up my story and complained that he been trying to get through all day but the line had been busy.  He had even left a message at Dad's office which they could not pass on because the phone was always busy.  My story was verified to the very last detail but Dad was still furious.  I had not counted on them getting home early but it made everything better.  I still had two aces up my sleeve.

"Why didn't you tell Jock that you were going?" asked my father doing his best not to yell.  "We left him in charge."

"Father, I could not tell him because you told me to listen to Jock and he ordered me to get lost until Sunday night."  Jock, as expected, denied that.  Dad sent me up to get the strap he used to spank both Jock and me.  I returned with the strap and my tape recorder.  "Please listen to this, Father."

I let them hear the firm, strict instruction from Thursday night where I was told to do what Jock said and then I fast forwarded to Jock telling me that he did not want to see or hear from his little sissy brat brother and that I should get lost or he'll spank me again.

"I did everything I was told to, Father, and may I remind you that I have general permission to stay over with Norm?" I said quietly.  Jock was quite pale by now and Dad was at the boiling point as I handed him the strap.

Dad's yelling at Jock was absolutely fearsome.  Mom even left because of all the downright naughty words Dad was using.  I felt quite safe and definitely enjoyed how much trouble Jock was in and all of it was of his own making.  I was enjoying it so much I was almost sorry that Dad moved onto Act II.  Dad had picked up on a simple word in Jock's orders to me: "again" which I had not realized was there.  He wanted to know when and why Jock had spanked me.  Jock confessed that it was for not taking out the garbage the last time they were away.

Dad looked at him with that frown that ordered an explanation.  "Monday was a holiday so I wanted to wait a day since there wouldn't be any pickup until Tuesday but Jock insisted that Rule #17 be followed regardless." I explained simply.

Act II was short and sweet (to me although not Jock).  Act III was the one I was anxiously awaiting.  I knew it was starting when Dad ordered Jock to strip – completely.  Usually we are punished privately in our own rooms so this was going to be extra good.  I could see that Jock was scared of what was going to happen.  The strap was the same one that Grandpa had used on Dad and his brothers when they were teens.  It was Great Grandpa's razor strap: more than two inches wide and at least a quarter of an inch thick.  It was wicked and it hurt like the blazes.  I had gotten only three cuts with it but that was more than enough to know that I had better change my behavior.  Jock had gotten it a few times.

Jock really blew it by pleading with Dad not to strap him.  Dad positively hates it if we act like babies rather than taking it like men when we are going to be punished (like boys), but Jock is basically a coward and pleaded over and over.  Dad got so disgusted that he yanked his handkerchief out of his pocket and stuck it into Jock's baby mouth.  "Now get over the couch and don't you dare move." Dad ordered.  Jock got into position.  I waited with bated breath.

WHACK!

And my big brother howled (having spit out the handkerchief) loud enough to wake the dead and even jumped up.  Dad yelled at him to get back into position which he did slowly.  The second cut was just as hard and got the same reaction.  Dad gave me an order and I happy took hold of Jock's wrists to hold him in place.  Jock howled for each one between his sobs.  I was delighted but I carefully did not let Dad see how much.

After a dozen, Dad stopped and I helped Jock back to his bed as Dad had directed.  I was the best little brother possible and was very sympathetic which, of course, was totally insincere.  I gave Jock a slap on his roasted butt and covered him.  He was crying and did not get up for dinner.  The folks were very quiet during dinner and I told them that I had loads of homework and retreated to my room as soon as I could.  I had one chore to tend to after dinner and that was to take out the garbage as it was my week.  I found that I had to use one of the plastic bags because the cans were full as they had not been taken out on Sunday evening by Jock.  I did not say a word but made sure that the plastic bag was on top of the cans next to the garage so that Dad would notice when he went to work in the morning.

Tuesday morning Jock was very subdued and did not want to go to school.  It was his gym day and his butt was surely still very red.  The folks insisted that he go and told him he would get another strapping if he played hooky.  Of course, I told my buddies that Jock had really gotten strapped and bawled like a baby and a couple of them told their older brothers to check him out in gym class.  I got back some reports that Jock had a bad time of it which I was delighted about.

Jock had more reasons to continue to be unhappy the next night.  Dad presented him with a new set of rules.  They were much more restrictive than his current ones – much more like mine – with earlier curfews and bedtimes and fewer privileges.  Even his allowance was reduced.  "If you act like a little immature boy, then you get treated like one." said Dad, rubbing it in.

Then the issue of Jock failing to follow Rule #17 was brought up.  Just as I hoped, Dad had noticed that the cans had not been put out as Jock was supposed to do on Sunday.  Dad hated that we were stuck with smelly garbage the whole week.  He did not accept his excuse that he was worried about my being missing as he had not any concerns when they would have been helpful.  Neither Jock nor I were prepared for Dad's idea.  He suggested that I spank Jock for that violation – after all turnabout is fair play.

Jock immediately made lots of noise (i.e., he was incoherent) which gave me a few minutes to try to think of a good answer.  I don't have to tell you that I would have loved to take the strap to my brother's butt until eternity but it certainly was not going to be that long and I would surely have a very angry brother after I did spank him.  Eventually Dad looked to me for a response.  "I don't know, Dad.  I'm not allowed to hit Jock and he's certainly going to resent my doing it."  All this was true and I knew that Jock was already blaming me for loss of privileges because of his own fuck-ups.  "May I be excused, please, while you and Jock work this out?  I have homework to do."  Homework is a great excuse to get away all the time.

It was more than an hour later that Jock came knocking at my door.  That he knocked was most unusual rather than just barging in.  He looked very sheepish and very, very softly asked me to spank him for not taking out the garbage cans.  I was wary of him; there must be more to the story so I asked: "Why not just have Dad spank you like always?  Why me?"

"Because he'll use the strap again, Phil.  Please don't make me get the strap again."

"I could use the strap." I said sharply.

"No, you're only allowed to spank, not strap me, Phil.  Please." he pleaded.

"Who decides how much?"

He hesitated a bit and whispered: "You decide."

I told him I wanted to think about it.  Actually, I wanted to check with Dad about the rules so I could spank him really well.  It turned out it was my choice in the end but Dad was clear that I had better be reasonable (which he did not define, as usual).  It was also clear that strapping and paddling were not spanking but that did not rule out every implement.  I had great visions of spanking my babyish nasty, big brother in public but I knew that would not be possible much less reasonable.  I told Jock that I would spank him after dinner and that I would invite Norm and Reed to watch since no one would believe me otherwise.  Actually, it wasn't Norm I wanted to watch but his own buddy who was in some of the same classes as Jock.  He would prevent Jock from making up too many fairy tales.

I was waiting in my room with Norm and Reed when Jock knocked at the appointed time.  He, as expected, objected to two witnesses but I told him that it was my choice and he could still ask Dad for a strapping instead.  Reluctantly he remained and then asked me to spank him for forgetting to take out the garbage.

"I would be most happy to help my brother." I said.  "Please drop your jeans and lay over my lap for the spanking you most richly deserve."  I was sitting on the bed so that I would not have to support his weight and he (as instructed) was not wearing briefs.  Once he was in position, I caressed his butt just to piss him off and then gave him a medium hard spank.  Just as I expected he hardly reacted at all.  I knew that my hand would soon hurt more than his tough butt if I continued this way.  I reached out and Norm handed me the hairbrush.  I then gave him a hard SPANK with it.  That definitely got his undivided attention.

When he recovered, he complained that I was not allowed to use anything.  "NO.  I'm not allowed to use the strap but this is the same hairbrush that Grandma used to spank Dad and our uncles.  It's not a strap or a paddle but a traditional spanking item."  I paused to let him absorb that and then continued.  "You want to wimp out and get Dad to strap you?"  Of course, he did not want that and with Norm and especially Reed present he could not make a fuss.  "Shall I continue, Jock?"

He grunted and I continued.  He knew what was coming so he kept quiet a while but the heavy brush was an effective tool.  Soon it was clear that he was in distress.  I put down the hairbrush and continued with my hand for another ten spanks.  He was able to keep control but we all knew that if I had continued with the hairbrush he would have been crying like a baby.  I helped him up and pulled up his jeans and he rushed off to his room.  Norm and Reed said that I did a good job and then they left.

I heard back from Norm that Jock kept his mouth shut about the second spanking he got in just a few days.  With time, his demeanor to me gradually got better.

A couple of months later the folks were going away for a weekend.  Dad suggested that I might want to arrange to stay with Norm.  "He's got some family affair." I told him.  "I can stay here with Jock.  After all he is the big brother and it is in his job spec that he'll be in charge."  Jock gave me a genuine smile.  Not one of his sinister ones which indicated his intention to beat me into a pulp as soon as Dad was gone.

After dinner Jock came to my room and snarled: "Get up."  I stood and he gave me a great big bear hug and said just one word: "Brother." and left.

I think it will be OK.

The End

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