Spanking By My Brother


by Simon <Simonholkham@yahoo.com>

There was a big age difference between my brothers and me. My parents had them when they first met in their teens in England. But they were in their early 40s, and we had moved to Canada, by the time I came along. I didnt really know my brothers well because as I was growing up they were married and had families of their own.

My Dad and brothers spanked me when I was naughty but they stopped when I was about 7 or 8 and I never got another spanking from them except my brother Neil.

The time I can remember I was staying over Neils house whilst my parents went to Toronto overnight. I was 13 and his sons were about 4 and 5. There was nothing to do at the house so I started playing with his sons. Because of the age difference they kind of looked up to me. We went out the back and then over to the wood where we climbed in the trees and splashed in these muddy puddles.

When we came back we were all thick with mud and my brother went crazy. There was his wife there, Sharon, who was as hard as hell, and four of his friends from the garage, rowdy kind of guys all drinking beer and having a laugh. He started telling us off in front of them in the living room. He blamed all the mess on me but said we would all get a good spanking, together, right there, now! Darren and Stevie just stood there looking sorry for themselves but I said I was way too old for a spanking. My brother said that he couldnt see much different in the way I behaved from my nephews. I didnt deserve different treatment in his eyes. He then pulled Darren over his lap, pulled his shorts and stuff off and gave him a spanking. Darren was in tears at the end of it and then he pulled Stevie over and he got a spanking and was sobbing too.

Now it was my turn and Neil went to pull down my jeans. Having a spanking was way bad enough, but on my under shorts was too much and I started protesting I was 13 not five. But he wasnt having any of it and his friends were laughing at me, telling Neil to just ignore me and get me a walloping on my bare backside. I cant tell you the feeling when I realised I might soon be bare and spanked in front of people. My brother was a big guy who worked in a garage and I was a skinny 13 year old runt, there was no contest and so down came my pants and then my shorts, in front of everyone. I found my self over right over both his knees, positioned so my _c_o_c_k_ and balls hung down for veiwing and getting a good spanking. My spanking was a hell of a lot longer than my cousins and he sure knew how to spank. In the end I couldnt hold back the tears and was bawling, more from the humiliation but the whole of my backside and top of legs red and sore.

He stood me up, took my jeans and shorts from around my ankles and all three of us were told we were going to stand in the corner till we learnt not to wreck our clothes (all 3 of us were still crying fit to burst!). To say I was ashamed wasnt the half of it.

There were two corners free for Darren and Stevie but the other had a big table. One of my brothers friends said Just put him in that corner by the window, Neil. They seemed to think that would be funny. I was begging not to go there (we are talking one of those 60s big picture windows) but my brother thought it was fine and so thats where I ended up. I was so scared I would be seen if any folks passed in the street, hands on head, red tail, bare pecker and crying my eyes out like a little kid.

After some time Sharon told us to come into the kitchen and take off our t-shirts and socks (all we were left wearing) as she was going to wash all the stuff. I didnt like being bare in front of her at all but I knew better than to argue now. She lined us up, wiped our teary faces with a cloth and then she put pyjama tops on us and told us to go back into the living room. I felt just like a 3 year old, all my parts were out on show to my nephews, brother, his wife and his friends, teary eyes and my backside burning red. I sure like didnt feel like a big teenager anymore.

Sharon went out to cook the meal and stuff and lets just say that my brothers friends, well theyd had a few beers by then, didnt spare my blushes as I sat on the floor. They were laughing at my tiny tuft of hair, asking if I had a girl friend as I sure had one hell of a Peter (I didnt, and that was the whole point) and betting I was going to get a _c_o_c_k_ rise to show the guys what a stud I was. My brother was telling them to lay off, but laughing too, and he didnt really seem to care too much. So I just sat there on the floor with my nephews playing with a toy garage and cars, trying hard to ignore the comments but knowing I couldnt hide anything or do anything so I was the floor show for these guys and my brother for an hour.

We had to stay in just our pyjama tops through the meal and then my brother said we all had to go to bed early. He would supervise bath time; he didnt trust any of us any more. We were all bundled in together; I hated being made to bath with my nephews and felt totally deflated and ashamed. My brother made a big show of having to bath us (yes he was washing and soaping me all over and he sure wasnt gentle) although he seemed to think it was very very funny the more ashamed and I became. If I squirmed around he just gave me another hard spank on my wet backside.

After our bath we came down to say good night in our pyjamas. Sharon called me over, and without asking me just turned me round and pulled my pyjama top right up under my arms and tugged the bottoms down to my knees. She said she want to see how my backside was fairing. This started all the guys laughing again as I stood in the middle of the room exposed for the second time in the day. I went a deeper shade of red and started to cry again which made the guys hoot. She told me that next time she would be the one to give me a spanking if I didnt behave, 13 wasnt too old in her books so Id better watch out! She then pulled up my pyjamas and we were sent off to bed.

I was treated exactly the same as the 5 year olds on that day. Sure as hell it wasnt good at the time but now it excites me to think about it.


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