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Subject: {ASSM} Kevin Learns to Love the Cock (msolo, 1st mm-oral, reluc, inc,  Fm-spank, Mm-spank)
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Date: Fri, 18 Jun 2010 12:10:02 -0400
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THE HARDWOODS

   Kevin Learns to Love the Cock: July 13-15, 1973 (msolo, 1st mm-oral,
reluc, inc, Fm-spank, Mm-spank)

   By David Peter (C) 2010

   This story is told from the perspective of thirteen year old Kevin
Hardwood.  His seventeen year old brother frames him which causes his
father to spank him.  Kevin gives into Luke's demand to suck his cock so
that he won't continue to get him into trouble.

   It was a hot summer day in the middle of July.  I was cooling off in the
backyard in the family pool.  I had the entire pool to myself with my
father away at work and my mother and sister visiting the neighbors.  I
lazily swam backstrokes around the pool enjoying the time that I had to
myself.

   My solitude was interrupted when I heard the patio door slide open.  I
glanced over and saw it was my big brother Luke in his bathing suit as
well. He has been moping around the house lately ever since his girlfriend
broke up with him.  I was glad to see him finally getting out of the house.
Well, mostly glad, he can be somewhat of a pain at times.

   "Come on in, Luke," I said calling out to him hoping to get him in one
of his better moods.  "The water is just perfect." Luke jumped into the
pool.  "I'm glad to see you finally out of the house and enjoying the
summer.  I'm sorry about the break up."

   "Well, at least I had a girlfriend," he shot back.  "You've never even
kissed a girl."

   "I have too!" I lied to him.

   "Oh, yeah, like who?" Luke asked with a smug look on his face.

   "Well ..." I said fumbling for a name.  Luke laughed at my uneasiness.
"Well, fuck you!" I yelled at him.  "Just because you're not getting your
dick sucked any more doesn't mean you have to be such a fucking prick!"

   "I can get my cock sucked any time I want to," Luke said evenly.

   "No girl would want to suck your dirty cock."

   "I wasn't talking about any girl," Luke said.  "I was talking about I
could get you to suck it for me any time I wanted."

   "I don't suck cock.  And I'm certainly not going to suck yours!"

   "I bet I could make you suck it," he said as he swam closer to me.

   "Get away from me," I screamed as I splashed water at him.  I started to
swim to the deck, but he was a stronger swimmer then I was.  He grabbed me
as I was screaming.

   "Oh, come on, stop that now," Luke said to me.  "If you don't suck it
for me, I'll make sure that dad gives you the spanking of a life time." He
let me go and got out of the pool.  He stood in front of me with his wet
swimming trunks clinging to his hardened cock.  It was much bigger then
mine and I couldn't help but look at it.

   "I'm going to my room," he announced.  "If you don't come up there and
suck me off you're going to have one hot red bottom this weekend." I
watched as he went off, still slightly in shock.  Part of me wanted to
follow him and see what that cock looked like.  Part of me just didn't want
to give in so easily to his demands.

   As soon as he went into the house I got out of the pool and slowly made
my way to the patio door.  I opened it and went inside and up the stairs to
our bedrooms.  I stopped in the middle of the hall, if I went one way down
the hall it would take me to his room.  The other way would take me to my
own room.  I quickly decided to go to my own room and I slammed the door
shut.

   It wasn't until just then that I noticed that I was hard myself.  I
slipped out of my wet trunks and slowly stroked my five inch cock.  I was
mad with myself that I was so turned on by him.  Yet, the thought of his
cock inside of his wet swimming trunks just wouldn't go away.  I laid on
top of bed, still stocking myself.  I closed my eyes imagining me actually
sucking his cock.  I picked up the pace and started to jack myself a bit
faster.  My cheeks were getting flush with excitement.  My breathing
started to grow more rapid and then I came.  Hot, white semen gushed out of
my cock and landed on my stomach.  I laid there for a bit, panting as my
cock began to soften up.  I cursed myself again for being so turned on as I
grabbed some tissue to clean up the mess I made.

   **********

   The next day was a Saturday.  I so disliked Saturdays.  Every Saturday
right before bed, me and Luke get our deterrent spankings.  Spankings that
we get to stop us from doing bad things before they happen.  If we are bad
we get more spankings on top of the deterrent spankings, which are two
swats with a paddle for each year you are old.  I'm thirteen, so I get
twenty-six of them, but Luke is seventeen, so he gets thirty-four.  The
deterrent spankings are always done in the spanking room downstairs, but
discipline spankings can be done any where at any time.

   It was early in the afternoon and my father, mother and sister were all
out in the backyard.  Luke was working at the ice cream shop, his current
summer job.  I wasn't sure what my brother had planned to try to get me in
trouble with our father, especially since he was going to be at work most
of the day today.  I thought it would be best if I wasn't at home myself.

   I went out outside and saw my mother in the garden weeding with my
father.  "Mom," I called out getting her attention.  "Is it okay if I go to
the park?"

   "That should be fine," she answered.  "Just as long as you are home by
six."

   "Thanks, mom," I shouted as I rushed to the garage to get my bike.

   I biked down to the park and found some of my friends were there playing
basketball.  Even though I was very good at the game they allowed me to
joined in with them.  After a few games I decided to get back home.  It was
five thirty and I didn't want to get home late and get myself in trouble.

   As soon as I got into the front door I saw my mother standing there
waiting for me.  "Just where have you been all afternoon," my mother asked.

   "I went to the park," I said with some confusion.  "Don't you remember I
asked you if I could go?"

   "I do remember.  And you have been there all afternoon?" I nodded.  "Are
you sure?" My mother asked.  That's usually the line she uses to figure out
if she should spank me herself and not just my father.  I paused not
knowing what to say until finally I just muttered, "maybe."

   "Maybe, huh?" she said.  "Well, maybe you could explain this?" She held
open her hand showing me five crushed cigarette butts.  "I went up to your
room because it smelled of smoke.  I find these hidden in your trash can.
You could have started a fire, young man!  Not to mention you shouldn't be
smoking!"

   "It was Luke, not me!" I blurted out.

   "Don't lie to me, Kevin.  Luke has been at work all day today and he
doesn't get off until six." She looked over at the clock, "and it is ten
till six right now."

   I was even more confused now.  I'm not sure how he did it, but he did. I
should have just stayed here instead of going out.  I didn't know how to
explain to her that it wasn't me and that it was Luke.  I didn't want to
tell her what happened yesterday because I was too embarrassed by it.  I
just couldn't think of how he could have done it.

   "But it was Luke," I said meekly.

   "Kevin Hardwood!  You stop trying to blame someone else for what you've
done!"

   "Alright," I cried.  "It was me.  I'm sorry, okay."

   My mother sighed, "you don't sound very sorry, but you will be.  Go to
the dining room.  Remove your pants and underwear and lay over the table,
you know the drill.  I'm going to spank you myself for you lying and trying
to blame Luke.  Then I'm going to tell your father."

   I know that complaining about it would only make it worse, so I just
headed off to the dining room.  I took off my pants and underwear, leaving
them on the floor.  I went over to the table, facing it and leaned over
with my stomach and face against the table.  I was thinking how I could get
even with Luke while I waited for my mother to come to me.  I wasn't as
good at lying and getting others in trouble like he was.  If only mom and
dad could see the way he acts towards me when they are not around.

   "So," my mother said.  "How many slipperings do you think you deserve?"

   Her favorite means of discipline has always been the slipper.  I was
hoping she would just use her hand.  She also always gives me more then
what I say, so I always give her a lower number then I think I deserve.
"ten, ma'am," I replied.

   "I think that fifteen would be a better number," she stated.  "I'm very
disappointed in you, Kevin." She put the slipper against my exposed ass.  I
could feel the coolness of the leather.  Then, without any warning, she
pulled back and slapped me with her slipper squarely in the center of my
ass.  "One, ma'am!" I cried out.

   She then brought it back again and slapped me left ass cheek and then
quickly slapped my right ass cheek.  "Two, ma'am!  Three, ma'am!" She
paused briefly and then repeated the same two strokes.  "Four, ma'am!  Five
ma'am!" Again another pause and then a slap on the left cheek and one on
the right cheek.  "Six ma'am!  Seven ma'am!" She didn't pause this time and
just continued to slipper away at my reddened ass.  "Eight, ma'am!  Nine,
ma'am!" Tears were forming in my eyes.  I had to control myself from moving
around too much.  "Ten, ma'am!  Eleven, ma'am!" I was beginning to hop
around on each foot.  My ass felt like it was on fire.  Mother placed her
hand against the small of my back to hold me in place.  "Twelve, ma'am!
Thirteen, ma'am!" She paused this time and placed the slipper against my
left check.  Then she slapped it with a loud whack that caused me to yelp.
"Fourteen, ma'am!" She paused again and did the same with my right cheek.
That caused me to cry out and the tears started to stream down my face.
"Fifteen, ma'am!"

   "Okay, I think you had enough," my mother said.  "What do you have to
say for yourself?"

   It is always the family ritual to give thanks for the spanking and to
state why you received it.  "Thank you for spanking me, ma'am," I said
between sobs.  "I'm sorry I lied to you and tried to blame Luke.  I'm also
sorry for smoking."

   "The slippering I gave you was for lying to me and trying to blame Luke
for your misbehavior," my mother informed me.  "Your father will discipline
you for smoking." I just nodded, knowing it was pointless to argue.  "Pick
up your clothes and get washed up.  Dinner will be ready soon."

   I grabbed my pants and underwear and raced upstairs.  I went to the bath
room and showered up.  As soon as I got out I saw Luke in the hall.

   "I don't know how you do it," I said to Luke.

   "Did what?" he said his voice clearly saying he knew what I was talking
about.

   "The cigarettes that you put in my room."

   He laughed, "well, it wouldn't be there if you just sucked me off.  If
you don't want something to happen to you next week I suggest you wrap
those lips around my cock."

   I marched off to my room without answering him, even though the thought
of doing that did really turn me on.

   **********

   It was Saturday night, right before our bed time.  Me and Luke were
downstairs in the basement in the spanking room.  It was a small square
room with a dresser against the wall opposite the door and a wooden chair
sitting in the middle.  Above the dresser hanging on the wall were three
paddles with the names Kevin, Luke and Rosamund engraved on them.
(Rosamund was my mother's name.  She must get spanked by dad too, but I've
never seen it.) Luke and I were facing the wall stark naked waiting for
father to come down to spank us.

   "Just remember," Luke whispered to me.  "You know how to stop the
punishment ass whoppings from happening again next week."

   I was about ready to answer him, but stopped when I heard the door open
up.  He doesn't like it if we were in here talking to each other.  With my
face still to the wall, as we have been instructed to do, I could hear the
scrapping of the wooden chair against the concrete floor as he sat down.

   "Your mother told me what happened, Kevin," my father said.  "You are
going to get some punishment spankings on top of your deterrent spankings
tonight.  Go over and get your paddle and bring it to me."

   I went over to the dresser, took down my paddle and handed it to my
father.  Without needing to be told so I laid over my father's knee in the
traditional spanking position.

   "Right," my father said approvingly.  "You will get twenty-six licks as
you always do.  After I'm done you are to go back against the wall and wait
until I'm done with Luke.  After that you'll get fifteen swats for you
unacceptable behavior.  Is that understood?"

   "Yes, sir," I replied.

   Without another word, he swatted my backside with the paddle.  Usually
the first two my father gives me are not very hard at all.  It was no
exception this time.  Yet, I know from experience the punishment spankings
I was in for won't be as gentle.

   "One, sir.  Two, sir."

   The next few that made contact come down with the same amount of force.
I could feel them but there didn't cause me any real discomfort.  Except
for the embarrassing position that I was in.

   "Three, sir.  Four, sir.  Five, sir.  Six, sir."

   He started to pick up the pace a little bit now, but he didn't strike me
any harder.

   "Seven, sir.  Eight, sir.  Nine, sir.  Ten, sir.  Eleven, sir.  Twelve,
sir." The slippering I got just a few hours ago on top of this was already
causing my ass to feel very hot, even though he wasn't hitting me very
hard. "Thirteen, sir.  Fourteen, sir.  Fifteen, sir.  Sixteen, sir."

   Now he started to use more force with his swings.  Again, nothing
unusual, he always strikes me harder during deterrent spankings about half
way through.  "Seventeen, sir!  Eighteen, sir!  Nineteen, sir!  Twenty,
sir!"

   I was kicking each time the paddle feel down on my red ass.  I was
growing very nervous for the punishment spankings I was going to get, since
I usually never felt this bad when I got my deterrent spankings.

   He began to slow down as he finished the last six licks.  I was silently
sobbing.  "Twenty-one, sir!  Twenty-two, sir!  Twenty-three, sir.
Twenty-four, sir.  Twenty-five, sir.  Twenty-six, sir."

   He finally stopped.  I slowing raised to my feet as he handed me my
paddle to put back on the wall.  "Thank you for spanking me, sir," I said
repeating the ritual after every deterrent spanking.  "I promise that I
will be better."

   "Put your paddle back, Kevin," he ordered me.  "Luke, get yours and get
over my lap.  Kevin, get back over there and face the wall."

   With my sobbing died down I went over to the wall, rubbing my sore back
side.  I closed my eyes as I heard Luke get his deterrent spanking and
counting off each lick as it feel down.  Hearing someone getting theirs
when you knew that your had it coming too was worse then actually getting
it.  It seemed to last forever, but in actually it was only a few minutes.

   "You're done, Luke," my father said.  "Get your clothes on and go to
bed." I heard the dresser open as Luke got his clothes out.  After a few
moments Luke made his exit from the spanking room.  I was still facing the
wall.

   "Alright, then, Kevin" my father said as I felt my knees shake.  "Give
me your paddle and get over my knee." I did as he said, wishing it was over
with already.

   "I'm extremely disappointed in you, Kevin," my father stated with me
over his knee with my already red ass sticking out.  "Smoking is a very bad
habit.  Not to mention that throwing them away in the trash can could have
started a fire.  You don't want to experience what will happen to you if
this type of behavior continues after I'm done here tonight."

   The first swat landed with a smack on my left cheek, causing me to kick
in the air.  "One, sir!" God, it hurt and this was on the first one.  There
was another smack on my right cheek.  "Two, sir!" Without any hesitation he
repeated it again, first left then right cheek.  "Three, sir!  Four, sir!"
He let them down with more force now causing me loss my balance on his
knee. "Five, sir!  Six, sir!" He placed his arm around the small of my back
holding me in place.  "Seven, sir!  Eight, sir!"

   I was crying, tears rushing down my face.  "I'll be good!  I'll be
good!" I protested, not really knowing why I was saying it since I really
didn't do anything wrong.  "Please!"

   "Oh, you'll be good," my father said crossly.  "But, you still have
seven more coming."

   The next two fell down with a loud smack.  "Nine, sir!  Ten, sir!"

   I began to hopelessly try to cover my blistering ass with my hand, but
my father was pinning my arm to my side.  "Eleven, sir!  Twelve, sir!"

   "I'm sorry, sir!  Please no more," I sobbed in hopes to stop it now.

   "I'm sorry too, son," my father replied.  "Just three more to go to get
the message across."

   The next two came down causing me to wail.  "Thirteen, sir!" I sobbed
loudly before getting the next number out, "Fourteen, sir!"

   "Okay," my father informed me.  "This is the last one to get my message
through to you.  There will be no more smoking in my house or outside of my
house." He pulled back and hit my backside with the wooden paddle.  I let
out a shriek as I kicked both of my feet up in the air.  "Fifteen, sir!"

   "Get up," my father ordered me.  "What do you have to say for yourself?"

   "Thank you ..." I paused sobbing trying to get the words out, "for ...
spanking me ....  sir." I stopped and sobbed some more.  "I'm sorry ...
for smoking.  I'll ...  I'll never ...  never do ...  it again."

   "I hope so," my father said to me.  "Now get your clothes on and get to
bed."

   **********

   The afternoon of the following day I went into Luke's room.  He was
laying on his bed listening to his stereo.  He looked over at me, smiling
coyly.  "Well," he asked.  "Did you finally come to your senses and realize
that I could make you do anything I want?"

   I nodded my head, not giving him the satisfaction to hear me actually
say that he could.

   "And you came in here to suck my dick?"

   I nodded again.  I could feel my own dick getting hard with the thought.
He could see my face flush with embarrassment as a smile played across his
lips.  He sat up on the side of the bed as I closed the door behind me.
Then he unzipped his pants and took out his already harden cock.  I got
down on my knees in front of him and wrapped my hand around it, slowly
stoking it up and down.

   "Don't jack me off," he ordered me.  "I want you to suck me until I cum
down your throat."

   I have secretly always wanted to suck off a guy, but never did I think
that the first time I would do it would that person be my own brother.  I
closed my eyes, stuck out my tongue and licked the entire length of his
cock starting at the base and going about half way up.  I then went back
down to the base with my tongue and this time went up to the very tip of
his cock.  I could taste his pre cum.

   "Oh, fuck, yeah," he exclaimed.  "You like that, don't you?" I felt the
blood rush to my cheeks, not answering him.  "Open up your mouth for me."

   I did as he told me and he slapped the head of his cock against my
tongue.  Then he pushed his cock inside of my mouth.  Just a little bit at
first, but with each thrust he went further and further down my throat.

   "Go ahead, suck it," he said.

   I began to bob my head up and down on his cock.  I was enjoying sucking
a cock, even if it was my brother.  After a few minutes of doing this he
grabbed the back of my head and was fucking my mouth.  "Fuck, yeah," he
said.  "Get ready for it!  I'm about to cum!"

   With his hands still holding my head in place over his cock, he pushed
it deeply down my throat.  With a grunt he shot his load of semen right
down my throat.  I started to gag, tasting his seed.  I felt really dirty
and used, but it was turning me on.

   After he was done he took his dick out.  "Thanks, little bro," he said
rustling my hair with his hand.  "Now get out of her and go to your room
and jack off." He laughed as I went out the door.

/~dkpeter/

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