Message-ID: <1498eli$9706171840@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/1498> Path: qz!not-for-mail X-Good: even with long lines Followup-To: soc.sexuality.spanking,alt.sex.stories.d,alt.sex.spanking Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: "Y. Lee Coyote" <YLeeCoyote@juno.com> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.spanking,soc.sexuality.spanking Subject: BROTHERS' RED BUTTS -- I X-auth: soc.sexuality.spanking There are now four parts to "Brothers' Red Butts" and one reply which I am posting now to soc.sexuality.spanking, alt.sex.stories.moderated and alt.sex.spanking. Because the sss population is larger than that of ass I am re-posting the first two parts. The following story is fiction. It contains scenes of (parental) spanking and shaving. If such subjects are offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now. This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. The author (a mature, gay submissive male) would appreciate your comments -- pro and con, including constructive criticism, and suggestions. E-mail to: YLeeCoyote@juno.com BROTHERS' RED BUTTS by Y. Lee Coyote Saturday, February 25 Dear Pen Pal, This was a week to remember for I got to see both of my brothers' red hot asses and a lot of other parts too. I got your letter this morning and I'll answer it tomorrow, but I just had to write this first. Get comfy for this is going to be a superduper read. I'll tell you about John first because it's, by far, the most exciting! John was sixteen last week and thinks he's A REAL BIG MAN being in the tenth grade while my twin brother Tim and I are mere sixth graders -- not even in Junior High yet. He gives the impression that we could walk under a crawling snake and not even bump our heads! You surely recall that I told you that he has become insufferable. He acts as if he is the cock of the walk (that's just the same as being a 'big prick'!). He is insolent to our parents without any reason and, worst without any advantage. He treats Tim and I like dirt and is even a tattletale just to be mean. Last month, Dad then had to give it to both Tim and I after Mr. Blabbermouth ratted on us, but he was much easier than usual. Even dad is disgusted with him as you will hear. He really got put down a peg or two (maybe five or six) last night. Well, here's the scene: Dad was home yesterday afternoon. As always, he left his keys on the hall table and the car in the driveway when he went to visit a neighbor. When John got home from school he discovered his loooong-awaited learners' permit in the mail. Mr. Driver went to "just sit behind the wheel" (and, of course, FEEL big and important). Naturally, he needed dad's keys to listen to his tapes. There he yielded to temptation. The dummkopf not only started the car but actually MOVED IT a couple of meters in the driveway. He's been asking to do this for at least a year, but dad always said: "Not until you get your learner's permit". Lady luck was not with him for dad saw this on his way home. It never ceases to amaze me at how stupid Mr. Big can be. After dinner, the sh*t hit the fan as they say (although it was definitely something else that got hit). Dad always lectures and spanks us kids with the others watching as an object lesson and today wasn't any different; well not at first. I'll skip the lecture part (you heard it all anyway) and get to the juicy stuff which all took place in John's bedroom. This was the first time that John was to be spanked in almost a year and when dad told him to "drop em and get into position over the bed" he stupidly objected saying: "But dad, I got hair there now and ...." This apparently really ticked Dad off for he just cut him off, told him not to worry about it and then additionally ordered him to strip completely. It was out of the frying pan and into the fire for Big Bad John. We all could tell that dad meant business and any objections would make things worse. John, in a rare display of common sense, shut up and did as he was told. When Mr. Sixteen stripped I did get to see that he did have a lot of hair 'down there' and that his dick must have been four inches and was just dangling there -- soft. He often shows a much bigger woodie through his jeans and his Speedos so he must have been very ashamed, embarrassed or something. He got into position real fast trying to hide his completely exposed manhood -- as if Tim and I hadn't seen it already -- lots of times. (Remember I've described to you that we went skinny dipping late one night on our trip to the Islands during winter break.) Dad told him that he had much bigger problems than his siblings seeing his pubic hair, but not to worry for that problem will be solved soon. I though dad meant that he wouldn't be spanked BA any more but .. read on. With John in position, dad took off his belt and gave him sixteen very hard strokes on his naked, upturned butt. Dad was real angry and this was definitely NOT a birthday spanking. He started out nice and white and quickly turned red. I could see each impression made by the punishing belt: stripe by stripe. Although both Tim and I knew that John indubitably deserved this, we still winced with each hard WHACK of the belt knowing that we could get it sometime. Soon the marks were blending together. Mr. Macho held out for a while, but by the tenth stroke, he was yelling with each blow and was crying just like he had when he was my age. Dad told us all to stay the way we were while he went for something. Tim and I just watched how John's red-hot butt just seemed to radiate heat while Mr. Deflated laid there whimpering. I figured that dad was making sure that the three of us understood how serious just moving the car was and, also, having John do his corner time on the bed, rather than in the corner, but I was very wrong. Dad wasn't even half way through with his number one son -- yet. When dad returned he told John to stand in front of me while I sat on a chair. I got a great close up of big brother's equipment while he turned red all over to match his whipped ass. While John was dying standing exposed in front of me and Tim, dad told him that he had two more problems that need to be addressed: #1 He was very mistaken about being a man just because he had some pubic hair. #2 Being ashamed that it would be seen by his siblings. We are going to solve both problems now in just one stroke. (You appreciate that pun later.) Dad gave me the barber clipper he had gone for and indicated that I was to remove big brother's pubic hair. I was, to say the least, flabbergasted! So obediently, but not reluctantly, I did as I was told. This was not the time to court a spanking; dad was obviously in that mode. John was horrified, but he did not dare to say or do anything to upset dad any more. It sure was fun clipping my big brother's pubes so that he was like a little boy again. I took this opportunity to squeeze Mr. Prick's prick real hard when I had to move it. Dad did not notice that, but John did not like it at all. He even started to get a little hard. I bet he would have like that if he had been in control and was making me jerk him off. He was probably feeling more like a cow locked in her stall being milked. The only things that I regret was that it happened so quickly and that I couldn't tape it. Yes, it is true that time does fly when you're having real FUN. At dad's direction, I gave the clipper to Tim who had the unpleasant task to remove the hair from Mr. Stinko's armpits. John was now as hairless as Tim and I. Dad added 'injury to insult' by then taking Mr. Little over his knee and giving him a hard hand spanking to again impress on him that he was still "just a little boy" and a very naughty one at that. I know it was hard because I could see hand impressions, hear the loud SMACKS and John was soon crying again. Standing John up and with all of us watching Dad then put the now infamous learners' permit back into the envelope, re-sealed it and wrote on it: <DO NOT OPEN UNTIL JUNE 25>. (School is over in four months.) He then made John (still naked!) tape it to his mirror in his bedroom. John and -- his friends when they visit -- will see it every single day. When dad parked him in the hall corner for a couple of hours. He told him that he was fed up with his insolence and disrespectful behavior to everyone (especially the twins) and he better shape up or else! He's going to be real unhappy that his friends are going to get to drive and he won't! Tim couldn't wait to drag me out of the house to gloat away from dad's hearing. He then joyfully told me the best is yet to come. Although the spanking marks will all fade by Monday, John's hair won't grow back that fast and he has swim class this term. If it was just gym he might have been able to keep his bare pubes a secret even in the locker room. But swimming class is different; very different. He won't be able to hide his bare pubes because they don't wear swim suits! -- not for the showers before, in the pool, or the shower after -- it's bare ass for the entire double period! The whole class will see that he has lost his hair. He's going to have a lot of explaining to do. Just five minutes before John's corner time was up, a couple of his friends dropped over. Mom said that John was busy but they were welcome to wait in his room for five minutes and that he would be right there. They went upstairs and saw just how Mr. Red Barebutt was occupied: his nose in the corner and his hot red butt hanging out. Tim and I could hear their initial laughter when they first saw his embarrassing position but then the timer bell rang and they all went to his room -- behind a closed door. There is a very small silver lining to John's cloud: they were his best friends. He probably would have told them anyway and this way they will give him support. (I can't help but to love my brother even though he is a big prick.) I doubt that Mr. Buff is going to pick on us much for a while. I'll give you a report next time. Hopefully, a swim class report also. Tim said that his classmate Joe's brother is also in the tenth grade and maybe in the same swim class. I wonder which is going to hurt him more: no driving or no hair. And now about Tim's butt. Last Monday was Presidents' Day and we had off from school but not our chores. Our parents went out to movie and returned as scheduled at 10:00. Tim and I had a 7:00 curfew so that we could be embarrassed before our friends who all had 8:00 curfews. Anyway, I got home early and discovered that Tim hadn't done his chores so I did them knowing that I could make Tim pay for keeping him out of trouble. (Besides, when he gets into trouble, life is harder for me too.) He compounded this felony by not coming home until 9:45. Before he knew that I had done his chores, I got him to agree to two things (provided that we got everything done so that he did not get into trouble). First, he was to do the chores when it was my turn -- twice -- when I wanted the time off. Second, for protecting him from dad's wrath which would have resulted in a spanking and grounding, we would play 'parent and kid' once more. I love my twin brother (and he me) but sometimes one just needs to exercise some power. It was a seller's market and he bought on my terms. But things did not happen that way. It turned out the movie was sold out and our folks just visited with their friends after dinner. They saw Tim outside when he was suppose to home. Dad asked Tim when he got home and Tim wisely confessed to being late. Dad, noting that his chores were done and he hadn't lied, gave Tim the choice of being grounded for a week or getting a spanking. Tim opted for the latter. A few minutes later dad, John, Tim and I were in Tim's bedroom. Tim's shorts and briefs were lowered by dad who then flipped him over his knee. With fifteen hard hand smacks to each cute boy butt-cheek, they turned from white to pink and then to a bright crimson red as I watched. Tim was then parked in the hall corner for an hour. He hardly cried. Soon, I think, Tim is going to have to decide to cry more from a hand spanking across dad's lap or to get the belt like John now does. Will it be his macho pride or his butt that gets it? John ribs him about getting 'baby spankings' rather than 'manly straps'. Although after what happened to John yesterday, he's not likely to say anything for a while. Wednesday, the folks went out for a movie and John was also out, so Tim and I were alone for a couple of hours. I told Tim that it was time to pay up for last Monday and to change into a T-shirt and shorts for his spanking. He protested that he had already been spanked. I countered that because I did the chores he was only spanked lightly and for being late which was not part of bargain so that it was time to pay up. Reluctantly he conceded that I was right. I went to his room a few minutes later. There I "lectured" him that his being late put my curfew time at risk and that was not fair. He was standing in front of me for this. I then reached for his pants and started to open them. He objected and I reminded him that we were always spanked bare-assed and if he wished I would just tell dad rather than spanking him. Tim was just playing "the game" for we been seeing each other naked literally forever. Remember, we were naked when we shared a womb for nine months. (That would be a great line in an Elmer Fudd accent.) He realized that a spanking from me would just be child's play compared to one from dad. Actually, this was a bluff because dad would tan my hide for waiting to tell but Tim did not realize this in time. So I dropped his shorts and pulled down his briefs. His cock was smaller than John's and hairless. Four years makes a BIG difference. I then pulled him over my lap and gave him a light spanking. It was fun! Tim must have liked it also for when he got up he was HARD and he didn't even try to hide it, but was actually showing it off. His ass was also a bright pink (but not as red as it was Monday). He apologized for being late and said he did not realized that it put my curfew in jeopardy also. We are still the best of friends for it's real hard to split twins. He loves me just as much as I love him. I got to close now. I'm going to the mall with Sally and her mom and they just pulled up in the car. I'll just make the last mail pickup for the day if I run so that you will get this real soon. Oh! Some GREAT NEWS: Mom said I may pick out a TRAINING BRA at Bloomingdale's! WOW!! I'll write more anon (learnt that word in school this week). 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