Message-ID: <1502eli$9706171841@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/1502> Path: qz!not-for-mail X-Good-Line-Length: yes 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 -- IV Followup-To: soc.sexuality.spanking,alt.sex.stories.d,alt.sex.spanking X-auth: soc.sexuality.spanking The following story is fiction. It is an continuation to the letter in "Brothers' Bare Butts" which should be read first. It contains scenes of spanking, shaving and sibling teen sex. 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 -- IV by Y. Lee Coyote Sunday morning, June 13 Dear Pen Pal, I can not wait to tell you about last night even though you haven't had time to get, much less answer, my letter of Friday evening. I ended that letter by stating that I was musing about what would happen if I was late last night and had to submit to punishment from my brothers. As you know from my report of that absolutely terrible nightmare I had on Memorial Day, my imagination can really torture me. I had thoughts that ranged from getting just a simple, silly lecture to being flogged with their friends watching. I decided that I would NOT be late on purpose. After all, my brothers got very close after the other night and I was I little nervous about it. John might take the opportunity to strap his tomboy sister just to show she can not take it. We were all having dinner at friends' houses and were due back at 11 (oh, that's 2300 where you are). I planned to leave Jenny's at 2250 and have at least five minutes to spare before mom's call. It did not happen that way at all. We (five girls) were yakking up a storm and then I heard the grandfather clock strike. I looked at my watch and it was 2301! I was late!! I dashed out and ran all the way home. I got there just in time to speak with mom. But as I hung up the phone, both my dear loving brothers said: "You were late, Young Lady!" A cold chill run up my spine as suddenly, I realized that I was in deep doo-doo. I felt just the same as when mom said it and sent me to my room to wait for dad to get home. Gosh, it was positively scary! Gee, it made me feel terrible hearing them lecture me (particularly while they were grinning). They said all those terrible things that I said to them the previous nights. It made me feel doubly bad. First for mistreating them and second knowing that I was now just as guilty as they were. They were not interested in excuses any more than I was with them or, more seriously, our parents are. Then and there I resolved to always let my kids explain because there may be things that I don't know about the crime. Anyway, I'm digressing. While I was making this resolution to be fair, my brothers, a.k.a. judges, were discussing my fate. I heard "spanking", "strapping", "shaving", "but she's just a girl" and "dad did it to her". Eventually, they turned to me and Tim announced my fate: "You will get a spanking from John -- hard, OTK, while naked -- and then lose your beaver coat to 'Mr. Klipper' and me." What could I say. They had gotten worse and even if I tried the bet thing, they could surely make me cry. I started to strip down and they both made catcalls and wolf whistles. They wanted sexy! So I hammed it up a bit as I has seen done in the French cancan movies. Saw one like that at the Metropolitan Museum of Art -- who said culture has to be dull! Hey, they had both seen me naked before and I them, so we're not shy with each other and this was FUN. Soon after, John sat on the couch and, now naked, I laid down over his lap, comfortably supported by the couch. (Dad uses a chair and I'm dangling -- uncomfortably -- at both ends.) John starts gently but from the way he is holding me, I know that he is really going to give it to me. Slap! SLap! SLAp! SLAP! SPANK! The spanks keep coming. SPANK! SPANK! I try to count SPANK! but by the time I get to a dozen, I lose count. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! Actually, I not longer can see the spank-counter image before my eyes because I am crying. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! Then it is over. As John was spanking me I could feel his cock getting hard under me with each blow. That does not happen with dad. Also, I had gotten that woooondeeeerfuuuuul tingling feeling down below and I was very wet. They turn me over and slide me lengthwise so that my back is on John's lap while my thighs are on Tim's lap. Tim turns on the barbers' clippers and brings it down to my pussy lips. I don't have that much hair so it loss is not a big deal, but the vibration is GREAT! F*CKING FABULOUS!* I'm turned on. Tim keeps at it far longer than hair removal requires. I get totally lost in the sensations. Tim hands me the clipper and I continue to use it as a vibrator on my love button. (Oh, not the cutting edge but the flat plate and handle.) The boys lift me up and place me back on the couch. Then they both rip open their bulging jeans and pull down their briefs freeing the hard waiting cocks inside. They frantically jerk off while watching me play with the clipper cum vibrator. It does not take them very long for them to shot their sticky come over my innocent young body. I come immediately afterwards. As I lay there recovering from that orgasm, John said to Tim: "I doubt if she learnt not to be late tonight." And Tim replied: "Well, if she didn't learn her lesson we just have to do it again." I sure that they are right. My brothers are soooo smart. Sometimes. Oh, we are all going to real, sleep-away summer camp next month. That should be great fun. Love, Mary Lou © Copyright by A.I.L., June 17, 1997 Mary Lou just loves to hear from new pen pals, particularly about their spanking experiences. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> /