The school year ended and the two brothers had very different outcomes.  Wayne, just eleven, did wonderfully with top grades delighting both his parents and even the school.  It assured his appointment as a prefect for his final year in junior school.  It was an entirely different case with Donald, his fifteen-year-old brother, in secondary school for he had an absolutely dismal report which greatly disappointed his parents.  There were long, medium and short time consequences for Donald.© Y Lee Coyote

The short term consequences were a long lecture outlining the other consequences and concluding with a caning.  Although Wayne was sent out of the room, he managed to observe the thrashing thanks to the hall mirror.

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As I expected Donald brought home a dismal report and our parents are furious.  I got sent from the room before they started to deal with him but managed to watch in the hall mirror.  He seem cocky even through the lecture until dad ordered him to strip – not just drop his trousers and pants.  Of course, he did not have a choice and soon he was starkers.  He surely was extra unhappy that mom was seeing his sub-average bits.

Dad swished the senior cane about before bring it down on Donald’s bare bum.  I had to imagine the tram lines forming.  His grunts got louder with each cut.  Past experience has shown that dad is not the precision caner I’ve read about with perfectly spaced and parallel cuts so that they probably crossed in some places.  Dad then parked him in the corner for a while before the rest.

The second set of six were a lot harsher.  Each of them surely painfully crossed some of first set which was evidence by the louder reaction of my stupid big brother.

Later that evening I saw the results.  It was horrible.  Donald’s bum was absolutely devastated.

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It been a week since dad wrecked my bum and I still can’t sit properly.  Nevertheless, I’m off to the tutor.  I’m scheduled for three sessions a week to prepare me for the next year.  I’m required to dress in a school uniform.  Unfortunately not the normal secondary school sort with long trousers but a junior sort with short trousers and knee socks.

On the way to the tutor I got laughed at for the juvenile outfit and the tutor warns me that he canes bare for many things and I see he has a mess of them in the mini-school room we use.

I thought the lesson went well but the tutor ordered me to drop trou and pants for a demo of what a failure will bring.  He strikes harder and with my bum still sore it hurts even more.  Fortunately only four, rather than six, cuts.

As the summer progress I do better and get it only about once a week.

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The summer was over and I was in my new uniform with long trousers befitting a prefect which is a great feeling.  Donald was still back in shorts and is green with envy.  It was a great feeling having power which I never experienced before.  Mostly it was just enforcing rules and reporting offenders but there are a couple of minor offences where I was allowed to use the slipper.  I was looking forward to it.

It was the third week of the term when I really got a chance to do more than admonish or report a student.  Richardson suddenly popped out of the staff’s staircase which was forbidden to us.  I gave him a choice of a being reported or accepting the slipper from me.  He chose the latter.

Later we meet in the prefects’ room.  I had him hang up his blazer and then bend over the table.  I pulled up his short trousers to expose as much as possible of his bum and whacked it with the slipper six times.  I was delighted how red it turned because of me.  I loved it and popped a major stiffy.

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Going to school in short trousers was terrible as I was the only one in the upper years in that lamentable state.  I was constantly tormented but the parents were adamant about keeping me in them.

It was our tradition that my brother and I visit our grandparents during the October half term holiday.  I begged my parents to allow me regular clothes since it was not school but they insisted on school uniform for travel.  Wayne agreed that it was a great idea that we look smart on the trip.  Of course, he did not look like a little boy in his long trousers and with his prefect’s badge.

It was embarrassing when the ticket inspector came by for Wayne had our tickets.  As he punched them, he said “You both look smart.” and then to Wayne “Please be sure to keep your kid brother out of mischief.”  It was a struggle to keep silent.

The visit went as expected and the second night we went out for dinner.  Of course, that meant being in school uniform again.  That, in turn, got me teased and I over reacted to grandpa’s displeasure.  “We’ll deal with this when we get home.” he snapped.

Soon after we returned home, I lost my short trousers and pants and was over granddad’s lap.  Wayne was ready to hand him grandma’s big, evil, heavy, wide-back oak hairbrush.  Grandpa surprised me saying “I can’t spank properly because of my arthritis so please do the honors Prefect Wayne.”

“YES, SIR!” replied Wayne and the hairbrush crashed into my bare bum again and again.  It was terrible.  It didn’t hurt as much as a caning but it was shameful that Wayne spanked me.  Eventually it was over except that my bum was blazing red hot and painful.

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I must admit that grandpa having me apply the hairbrush to my naughty brother’s bum was most exciting and I certainly want to repeat it regardless of what I could use – hand, brush, slipper or cane.

It was after we were back home and dad was talking about Donald’s dismal half term report that my idea jelled.  I spoke up.  “Father, perhaps I can help by monitoring Donald’s assignments for after all I am a prefect.”

Donald was appalled when dad said “I think that is a great idea.  Do it.”

After a while I caught him missing assignments and the like.  They were caning offenses.  He begged me not to tell dad and I agreed if he accepted a proper spanking from me which he did.

My first thoughts were to get dad’s cane and really sort him out but then he would never select me again as it would hurt as much as getting from dad.  I thought of using my belt but then he wouldn’t be over my lap (like an infant) so I decided to spank him with a slipper.

I sat on his bed and dropped his short trousers and pants before getting him over my lap.  It was good that much of his weight was supported by the bed.  I started with my hand and the pink handprints blurred and turned to a rosy red.  Then I switched to the slipper and that got reactions each time proving its effectiveness.

After a dozen or so, his bum was bright red so I stopped and give him a warning that next time would be worse.  It was really a thrill to discipline my big brother.  After a couple of more spanking, Donald became more submissive to me which I absolutely loved especially after his years of bullying.

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For years I thought that it was awful that my parents were always on my case to do better at school while rarely saying a word to my kid brother.  I just recently discovered there something far worst – A Prefect at Home.