Play Time


by Rosewood

''Come with me you naughty boy and stop pulling''.

5 year old Sam did not want to go- he knew what was waiting for him. It was always the same. He was a naughty baby and naughty babies got their bottoms smacked with mummy's spoon.

14 year old Tracey pulled Sam's arm again more sharply this time.

''Don't want to play'' he sulked.

Tracey stppoed pulling and surprised her youngest brother with a hard slap in the middle of his little bottom. Thru his shorts it did not really hurt but it stopped his complaining and he began to co operate with his big sister.

13 year old Simon saw what was happening from the other side of the large garden where he was consrtucting a new camp ready for his battle with his freind Mark who, he hoped, would be visiting with his older brother later in the day. The older boy kept his head down. He certainly did not want to get mixed up in Traceys stupid game of mummies and daddies. Tracey pulled Sam nearer her playhouse and Sam began to whine again. Tracey pulled her brother along determined that Sam was going to be her naughty baby whether he wanted to be or not.

From an upstairs bedroom David, the oldest boy in the family surveyed the action in the garden. He noticed Simon and what a good looking boy he was..like Dave he would make the girls hearts break one day He and George, Mark's older brother would have some fun after lunch. He watched as Simon bent over to collect another piece of wood for the fort, the younger boys shorts riding up his cute butt, the seam of the shorts dividing the boys buttocks in two distinct halves.

David noticed as Tracey and Sam disappeared into Tracey's playhouse. Tracey had borrowed some things from the kitchen earlier, some old plastic plates, old, now disused pans, and her small wooden spoon. David expecetd to see some red marks on his youngest brothers little bottom at bathtime..oh well he thought, he had spanked the little boy many times already this summer for not playing nicely with Tracey...but little boys never seem to remember their lessons for long.

Anyways David was much more interested in Simon's bottom right now.

Since Simon was now 13 his butt was better devloped, still soft but with more muscle, and he had learnt to tighten his butt.

George and he would decide after lunch which of Simon or Mark would get the treatment. The older boys had complete authority over their siblings, both were from single parent families. George lived with his mom and younger brother Mark and Davis lived with his Dad and his two brothers and sister. He and George knew that thier respective paretnts were fond of one another and encouraged the boys to meet every day in the vacation. They hoped that one day the adults may live together.

Davis knocked at the window..there was no reaction from the garden.

He knocked again, harder this time and was now growing impatient.

Simon turned looked up. He saw his older brother waving for him to come in the house. His face dropped..what now..he thought. He had tidied his room, made his bed and folded his clothes. he had not forgotten anything. But he knew that it was not a good idea to keep his much older and stronegr brother waiing so he ran inside the house. David loved the power he had over Simon and Sam. His dad had allowed him to punish the younger boys when he was out at he office and Davis took full benefit of his authority.

Simon looked up at David and saw that grin that he hated. he knew he was in trouble. It was unfair.

''Hands on your head Simon'' David stated in a matter of fact way and the 13 year old stood in front of his older brother and placed his hands together on the top of his head.

''I told you to wear these'' David said as he pulled a pair of white nylon shorts from behind his back. Simon hated the shorts and they were so old that he had to really pull them just to get them on.

''You didn't tell me to wear them'' Simon argued.

He knew that he would never win the argument.

''You just don't listen or learn, that is yourproblem'' Davis replied.

David and george both made their younger brothers wear tight shorts when the came to play. George had had the idea and explained that this way thye would be able to see clearly if either of the younger boys got ''aroused''. They had agreed that such behaviour would not be allowed and their parents would surely agree.

''I am going to punish you for not doing as I told you'' Davis explained, adding ''now take off your shorts and underpants and get these on right now.

In silence Simon turned away from David and pulled off his shorts then he pulled down his underpants. David looked at the smooth white bottom with delight and was pleased that Simon remebered to pull his underpants down slowly. Some years before when David had explained to Simon how he was to undress for a spanking the procedure had been repeated many times until the younger brother had got it right.

David got the chair from Simons desk and Simon turned and without being asked he went down over his brothers knee.

There would be plenty of time for this later in the day, David thought, right now he would just give a basic spanking. He placed his hand on the younger boy's bottom and waited until Simon tightened it. Then he lifted his hand and whacked it down hard on the right chek.

Simon tightened his bottom and his body jerked a little on David's knee. David enjoyed the sight of the red mark rising on his brother's right buttock.

Another hard smack was given ion the same place and this time Simon cried out

''Oweeee.... that stings'' the 13 year old exclaimed.

David said nothing and waited for Simon's butt to soften again.

Another hard slap on the right butt cheek

''oweeee... please not the same side David'' Simon began to plead

''be quiet or you will get plenty more'' David shouted as he delivered another hard blow on the same half of the younger boy's bottom.

He was rewarded with more cries and kept up until about 20 spanks had been delivered to the 13 year old's right butt cheek.

Simon was now limp over David's knee and David admired the bright red flesh of Simon's right butt cheeek. He loved the way it contrasted as an angry reddness against the left, untouched buttock.

Davis told Simon to stand and pull on the white nylon shorts. Simon stood and rubbed his right buttock vigourously. He did as he was told and David then ordered the younger brother to go out and play. He watched as the young boy crossed the garden towards the fort. He loved the way Simon would place his right hand on his bottom every few seconds to rub some of the sting away.

David visited the bathroom where he decided that it was probably time he went for a walk in the garden to listen outside Tracey's playhouse.


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