It wasn't until I was thirteen until my first spanking. However, the truly suprising part was who gave it to me.
My dad was a believer in corporal punishment. He liked the idea of scaring us into good behavior. I was lucky, I got scared into good behavior without ever having to recieve one. I was part of a large Irish catholic family, second to youngest of nine. I heard the screams and saw the tears that my dad's butt whippings caused my older brother and sister's and it terrified me. I had to BE good. For the most part I was good. But my good behavior often made me targets of my other brother's and sister's because I was the only one of them NEVER to recieve a spanking.
Even my younger brother Michael had been spanked. He was only nine years old.
However, I recieved more than enough trouble at school to keep me from having a premadona attitude. I was skinny. I was a poor athlete. I couldn't fight. So I knew that I was imperfect. Too imperfect at times and I often got beat up by other kids at school. I hated school for that reason.
What I hated most was the thought that I would ever be a person to pick on other people the way people picked on me. What I really hated, more tahn anything was the thought that I would take advantage of someone smaller and weaker than myself (the few people on the planet that must consist of)the way others had done to me (like the bullies who'd steal my lunch money).
Well, thats why I was so careful with my little brother. I did not want to EVER hurt him. He was th only person on the planet that I knew for a fact that I was stronger than. But I also made it my effort not to have him hurt emotionally either. This is why, when my brother wanted me to play agame with him I always complied. I placated him at every chance. I was a horrible athlete but played sports with him. I couldn't do the things good athletes could, but I knew how those things were supposed to be done so I tried to teach my brother how to do them.
At nine he was becoming a pretty good shortstop for his little league baseball team. At times he looked as though he could be a major leaguer, like that time at the bottom of the seventh and final inning for his Greenwood Lions 9-10 year old team in the district championships with only one out and a runners 1st on third, a sharply hit ground ball just left of second base seemed to be heading into the outfeild to secure victory for the OTHER team, when MY little brother Mike, dove toward the ball in the dirt filled in feild and snagged it, throwing from a sitting position, he turned the 6-4-3 double play. The green wood lions won in extra innings (in little league 7 innings is a full game), my little brother getting the game winning RBI hitting the ball to the same spot that he had dug out the miracle double play in the seventh inning, however, the oppositions shortstop could not duplicate my brother's dive and Michael's hit made it to the outfield, the runner on third scored and Greenwood's opposition could not comeback in the bottom of the inning.
My little brother made me proud.
Michael liked to wrestle, and so I entertained him that way. Usually letting him win. He would go out and brag about it and everybody new I had let him win. I was a good big brother. And I had intended to stay that way. however over the last year Mike was catching up to me. I was so small for my age it began to look as if we were closer in age than it was in reality.
Mike wanted to wrestle with me on one saturday summer afternoon. I didn't feel like it and at first told him no. NO? A "no" from Frank? That made no sense. he almost began to cry. I couldn't do that to him.
"Okay, okay, I will wrestle."
So we went to our room and we began to wrestle. As usual I was not going to go full strength. But Michael suprised me. He was stronger than I remebered. He had me pinned to the ground, face down in a matter of seconds.
I panicked. How embarrassing it would be for my little brother to beat me in wrestling. He was only nine years old. I WAS THIRTEEN. I could hear him bragging already. I could hear my older brother and sisters laughing at me when they KNEW that I had LOST for REAL.
I bucked as hard as I could to throw mike from me.
Too hard.
Mike had fallen off of me and began to cry.
_s_h_i_t_! I hurt him. I was surely in trouble. Oh god IF MY DAD HEARD HIM CRYING!
"Mike, shhhh, shhhh, please, dad's gonna hear you"
"So, I hope he does so you get a spnking"
I could hear echo's of the thwapping of his yellow belt fromthose times in the past when h e whacked my brothers and sisters.
"No-- No please mike stop... I am sorry, please I will do what you want."
Mike had a look on his face briefly as though he felt sorry for me.
"Ok. Okay Frank. I will stop but you will have to let me spank you."
That stunned me. But then I thought, "This is my little brother, being spanked by him would be so embarrassing."
But as I hesitated he began crying again.
"But it would only be my little brother, it couldn't possibly hurt too bad," I thought, so I said alloud, "Okay. just please shush or else dad will hear you"
"Okay, Frank, get on your hands and knees."
I did exactly as he told me.
He walked around in front of me.
"Take my belt off, bad boy."
Wow that just stunned me I wasn't used to being called a bad boy. It hurt that he called me that. But I wanted him to go ahead and spank me so I did not object to his harsh tone. I did as he said, feeling totally--- foolish, as I looked up and all I could see was his crotch in front of my face as though I were worshipping it somehow--- I felt so belittled as I reached up to unbuckle his belt.
I took his belt off and handed it to him. He walked around to my backside and whacked me once with the belt. Wait it didn't hurt. Relief. This was not going to be as bad as I thought it would. He spanked again. Still no pain. What a relief.
He stopped. Good that must be it. What a great trade off.
He walked in front of me.
This isn't going to work. You will have to get spanked with your pants down.
Oh no I was NOT taking my pants down in front of my little brother. He was NOT gonna spank my bare bottom.
"Frank its got to hurt you or else you will not learn your lesson. Now you can get spanked from me with your pants down or from daddy?"
He had a point. I dredded ever being spanked by my dad.
"Okay, okay you can spank me with my pants down."
My little brother sat on the edge of the bed.
"Come here" he ordered me. I obeyed.
He unbuttoned my pants and pulled my pants down to my knees. Then he slid his hand to the inside of my waist band on my underwear and slid them down.
"Over my knees bad boy!"
He came down with his first whack. It stung alot. It didn't hurt too bad, but it stung, I only grimaced slightly. Okay this wasn't going to be too bad. I could take it, I told myself. Then the second whack... that hurt a little more... then the third... that made me grimace.
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
Then he got in rythm....
Then it began stinging more and hurting more and more with each stroke... I put my hands over my butt to protect it. He whacked me over my knuckles... OUCH!...
"Move them" he ordered me.
Now I was no longer thinking of avoiding my dad's belt, Mike was spanking me hard enough that I could only think of his belt. I obeyed his command and moved my hands. I was afraid of him. I realized at that moment that I was obeyeing my little brother while at the same time being spanked by my little brother and felt even more humiliated, than I had, his next whack hit me ... OUCH!
Whack! Whack! Whack!
Whack! Whack! Whack!
Oh god this was hurting... when was he gonna stop?
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWCH!!!!" then finally a tear squeezed from my eyes...
"Ohhh, Micheal, puh- puh puh please stop! I began crying like a baby as he continued to spank away. I was feeling physical pain, sure enough but I wa sfeeling so humiliated ontop of it...
"Michael< I am so sorry, please stop, please..."
"SHUT UP!"
Now I wasn't thinking that I wa staking orders from my little brother, now I was thinking that, I just better obey. So, I shut up.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
I was sniifling and crying even more. I was such a bad boy to ever let this happen....
Then suddely I heard the door open...
"Whats all this noise?" asked a booming voice. It was my dad.
Wait what's going on in here???
I was whining and sniffling like a little baby as my butt glowed red and my brother turned to my dad to explain ....
[to be continued]