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Preface:Curiously, after I posted
"Brothers' Red Butts -- II" I was encouraged to continue with these
characters by some readers. What I did not realize is that they are
TEENAGERS and very willful and hard -- impossible! -- to control.
(You do, of course, know of the brat problem here in assville.
This is a sequel toBrothers' Red Butts. It is suggested
that you read them in order.
Go to Part I
Go to Part II
Friday evening, June 11
Dear Pen Pal,
It was great to hear of your own spanking experiences. A couple of letters back you said that you did not understand boys and asked if I did. I think that I understand them even less now then I did last week! I'm more confused now then I was when I first told you that I definitely did NOT understand them. The last few days have been, er, strange and different.
A few days ago, my great aunt on the coast died and my parents had to go to the funeral. John, Tim and I managed to convince them that we since had all done baby sitting we could stay without one or being farmed out to stay with friends for four days. I think that we succeeded because we each insisted that we needed our own PC's to study for finals the next couple of weeks. Tim's and my junior high is gung-ho on academics and, of course, John has a couple of Regents (New York State's own Torquemada concept and required for a top notch diploma) exams . Never before had we ever had such strong sibling bonding or solidarity of purpose. Let's all hear it for TEEN-POWER!! Predictably, it was very reluctantly that our parents agreed but, since school was still on, they insisted on a very strict curfew and we were going to get a checkup with a phone call each night. Just a checkup call and no parties or over-nighters. Not really bad.
Tim almost blew it the first night. He came home twelve minutes late! And seven minutes after mom rang-up (see, I can talk British, too). If John and I hadn't kept talking until he showed up, mom would had missed him. Both John and I were furious at him and we ganged up on him -- after all he had seriously jeopardized future freedom for us all particularly with the summer almost here. After John threatened, er, carefully explained to Tim that he surely would be grounded and probably have his allowance docked in addition to a spanking from dad he should get one here and now. Then, after Tim reluctantly acquiesced and stripped down, John sprung the belt on him by telling him he was too old get a mere baby, over the knee hand job. (Remember, I told you that John felt that this should have happened last year.) He was definitely old enough to get a real strapping. He even reminded him that happened to me. Even now it still seems to sting when I think about it. Since Tim is twelve and was twelve minutes late, we agreed on that number. John (with an evil grin) then offered Tim an option. If he was not crying by the tenth stroke, he would stop but if he was he would not only get the other two but lose his pubes. "Deal!" snapped Tim without thinking. It was a sucker bet for if he wasn't crying by the tenth, the other two would not be so bad and the risk was high. But once he accepted, he was stuck with the deal. Macho honor and all that other guy stuff. Yes, I know I told you Tim did have any a few letters ago, but to use a cliche:that was then, this is now. He is a growing boy and, well, growing them.
Tim assumed the position with his hands on his knees and his cute butt presented to our big brother for the strap. John folded his thick Garrison belt and quickly gave Tim the first stroke. SMACK! was the sound immediately followed by a gasp as a red band appeared across his exposed behind and then a belated "One." from Tim. SMACK! again and a second bright red strip appeared. Tim reminded me of the flag -- alternating red and white stripes. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! sang the belt and, now at the half way point, Tim's butt was like the Chinese flag -- all red. My twin's butt was now really hurting. He was trying desperately to hold back the tears and cries. Even his gasps were muted. I didn't dare to try to stop John for Tim would have been mortified. (I know that much about boys.) Of course, there were also changes in the front which I could see (surreptitiously) in the mirror. At first Tim's _c_o_c_k_ was soft but with each blow of the belt it got harder so that by now it was fully erect and was pressing up tight against his belly.
SMACK! And Tim really yelled out and jumped. "You moved; so that doesn't count." snapped John and he repeated the blow; SMACK! "Seven." gasped Tim. He quickly followed with another three SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! to make a count of ten (actually eleven). Tim, alas, started crying somewhere between the ninth and tenth. John gave the next one gently and then finished up with the last one very hard. Tim gave out with a loud cry that was very different and, as he straightened up, his _c_o_c_k_ spurted. There must have been at least a half dozen squirts. Yes, dear Pen Pal, my twin brother had an ORGASM just from the strapping in front of us! John then directed Tim to stand in the corner. Big brother had also been showing _s_e_x_ual arousal signs though all of this. Since he had started there was a growing bulge in his jeans and now there was definitely a small wet spot -- also growing. I would make snide remarks about guys' lack of control, but my panties were not dry either.
After we basked awhile in the heat of Tim's flaming hot buns, he stopped crying and John told him to get the barber chippers which he did, somewhat reluctantly. When he returned he gave the clippers to John and stood before him at parade rest. John took hold of Tim's _c_o_c_k_, still hard as it had been since the third blow, and quickly removed the small bush that Tim was growing. Tim was very stoic outwardly, but he was bitting his lip and there were tears in his eyes. When John had finished, we all went off to our rooms -- like the good boys and girl we are -- to do our homework. I could hear both my brothers jerking off in their rooms. What do you think I was doing in my room? I'm sorry that my dear twin got his ass whipped but I can't stop thinking about his red hot butt. Whenever I visualize it, I get *THAT* feeling down between my legs. Oh, it feels so, so good.
The next evening the same thing happened except that it was John who was late. After we had finished with mom on the phone, Tim told John that he was due a strapping. Fair is fair, so John was trapped and we all knew it. I have never seen such a perfect 'oh sh*t' look before as John managed at that very moment. As John stripped down, Tim took his belt and said since you're sixteen that seems to be the proper number. Since I concurred, John was forced to accept that number. "When you're ready, just assume the position, please." stated Tim gleefully and ever so politely.
Just before starting, Tim asked: "Bet your pubes that you won't cry before the last two, Big Brother?" But big macho bro said: "Sure!" and confidentially assumed the position. I can't believe he agreed to this; must be a guy thing. SMACK! went the strap and I was treated to a lovely red strip across big brother's derriere. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! went the belt very quickly, very hard and in the some spot making the strip very crimson and inflicting more intense pain then if they were spread out over the entire butt. My twin is crafty! Tim tactics were working for I could see John straining not to cry out from a strapping given by his kid brother and with his kid sister watching. But, he had forgotten to count! Tim (with a big smirk that John, fortunately, couldn't see) calmly said: "You may start to count when ever you are ready." and SMACK! SMACK! again brought the belt down hard on his brother's exposed ass -- twice. John started to count -- properly at one -- but Tim had gotten an extra six good blows in which gave him a good chance of making John cry. We had all read of these things in British school stories and knew the 'proper' way to behave. Certainly John couldn't show any weakness, but had to endure it all as it did not matter to him. What John did show was a hardon. His thing was bigger than Tim's and when it got hard even bigger still. It was up against his belly almost immediately after the strapping started.
Tim continued to concentrate his belt on the same limited area of John's ass and it was very effective. By the time the count had reached ten (really sixteen strokes) John was straining not to cry. If he hadn't forgotten to count, he would have won the bet, but now he was in trouble. Tim gave him three more very quickly and he only counted two of them. On the next (count: 13; strokes: 20) John lost it and began to cry. Tim had apparently achieved what he wanted and gave me the belt for the last three strokes. It was a strange feeling of power standing with the belt over my docile, submissive big brother who was presenting his vulnerable, red butt to me as a target for the belt I was holding. I swung the belt and connected with the waiting posterior. As John said "Fourteen." I could see more of his behind begin to turn red. Twice more I repeated this and the results were even more satisfying then when I spanked Tim. My three stokes were widely spread. I bet Tim had been practicing in private to get the precession required. The English school stories do tell of new prefects being taught how to cane and of practicing. Sometimes there is some good stuff on PBS (oh, that's public broadcasting which gives us "quality" TV). We then put John in the corner while Tim went to the john (that's loo to the Brits that taught you English) to prepare. He was much happier than yesterday.
Soon John was standing at parade rest in the bathtub before Tim who was doing a fine imitation of a Cheshire Cat. John was staring out the window and not watching what Tim was doing with the clippers. I guess that he knew that he wouldn't like what was happening but he couldn't stop it or even ask. I suppose that he was trying to be macho. Tim started at the bottom, carefully and closely clipped all the hairs from John's scrotum very close. Then he did the same to the side of John's pubes so that it was very neat looking. Finally, with a huge grin, he mowed down the main bush above John's member. Both my brothers were very hard. I could see how Tim's jeans were bulging and that John was oozing. I know that my own panties were, er, very damp. Then he took the shower hose and wet down John's groin before covering it with shaving cream. Tim was beaming as he carefully removed the shaving cream and hair with a safety razor from our big brother's crotch. It just took a few moments to remove what had taken many months to grow. I'm sure that John must have had mixed emotions about all this for Tim was also massaging John's ever hard _d_i_c_k_ while he used the razor. (I tried it and shaving cream is a good lub.) A couple of squirts from the shower hose and Tim and I could see how clean and smooth John was. As he shut off the water, he cheerfully announced that he had homework to do and he dashed off to his room. John was still transfixed by his own staring and did not move for a while. I can not tell you what he did because I did as Tim and went to do my homework. A few minutes later I heard John leave the bathroom. But, surprise, he went to Tim's room rather than his own.
I quietly opened my door and since John hadn't shut Tim's door completely I could hear some of what was happening. At first it was low and I only caught only a few words, but it got louder and then I heard John say: "Either you suck me or I'll f*ck you! Which will it be?" I never heard Tim's answer but just further mumbling from both of them. I must assume that Tim had his mouth real full and busy. I bet that this is not the first time they played such games since Tim was not objecting; gee, they have been keeping secrets from me. As I stood there, keeping my panties quite wet, I almost wished that John had come to my room instead of Tim's. Then I heard John bellow and I assume that he came either in or on Tim. Oh, I do wish that I could have seen that. I ducked back into my room so that John wouldn't see me.
Well, British school spankings aren't the only things I've read about so then I went into Tim's room without knocking. As I expected, he had his jeans open and briefs down while he was playing with himself sitting on the bed. I told him that I was concerned that John would very mad at what he did and he should be very careful. He started to speak but before he could say anything, I totally lost control -- would you believe -- and dropped to my knees and began to lick his hard tool. It was the first time that I actually tasted one and it wasripeandjuicy. Tim put his hands on my head over my ears and began to control my head. Not only was I sucking him but he was f*cking my mouth. I'm not sure how long it took, but it seemed like only seconds before he shot into my mouth. It was a real surprise when he exploded -- like a repeating rifle -- into me several times in rapid succession with this strange sticky stuff that I had only read about in my bio textbook. With his man rod still filling me, I was forced to swallow it all or to choke. When I looked up I could see Tim's face all screwed up with this ecstatic look! I probably looked a bit funny too, cuz I LIKED it. Then the most amazing thing of all happened -- he let go of my head and laid back on the bed saying: "Gosh! Sis! That was F*CKING FANTASTIC!" It really turned me on that he reacted like that. I guess that this must be what some of my older cousins were talking about when they were boasting about how they controlled boys. Like, talk about POWER! This is even better than spanking them.
As soon as I stood up, he pulled me down next to him. Then he kissed me on the month hard -- just like in the movies -- and put his hand on my _s_e_x_ (over my jeans). I undid the button and lifted the zipper tab and got him to slid his hand inside. He even managed to slip under my panties on the first try. (Boys are so dextrous; evidently not just with machines.) As he fumbled with my pussy, my jeans opened up and it was easier to play. I think we were both surprised at how wet I had gotten. I was soooo slippery, but it seemed to make it easier for him to move his fingers inside my panties. I guided him to my favorite little, but hard, love button and he got the idea right away. (I guess it because it is like a small version of what he has.) It felt so, so good for someone else to play with it rather than myself. Almost immediately this delicious pressure started building up, much more quickly than when I do it myself, and thenSTAR BURSTS!I mean,WOW!I could feel these sort of little "electric shocks" for a long time afterward. Even though he was as clumsy with me as I am sure I was with him, I was so excited that I came quickly. We just lay there looking at each other, grinning.
I now understand that slogan I've seen on T-shirts: "Let go of my ears, I know what I'm doing." Some time afterwards I returned to my room. Feeling somewhat guilty and excited I did not study effectively that evening at all. Somehow the going of the wives of King Henry whatever was not of interest. Now if only they had been telling us about coming in the royal bedroom maybe....
This morning at breakfast, John got a call from a friend who was sick and therefore wouldn't be able to go to some ball game that night for which they had tickets. John immediately asked Tim to go with him instead of asking one of his other friends. He never did anything like that but usually shunned our brother. I don't understand boys at all. And speaking of understanding, I been very careful to follow Mrs. Brooks', my social studies teacher, suggestion not to confuse you with teen slang. Sometimes, I can't even keep up with it myself and next year it will all be useless (because the grownups will know it) and we will being using something new.
The boys are at the game now and our parents are due back on Sunday. I'll let you know what happens. My brothers seemed to have so much fun being late I think that maybe I should be late tomorrow. Well, got to hit the books now so I can play tomorrow.
Love,
Mary Lou
© Copyright by A.I.L., June 16, 1997