By Paula Andante
Stephanie looked at the time. She still had an hour before her friends would arrive and she was just about ready. Thinking about the first time she had disciplined her brothers was somehow satisfying. She didn't know why she was feeling so nostalgic, but there was no harm in reminiscing, so with a smug grin, she patted her hairbrush and allowed her mind to drift back to that eventful night.
Despite the fact that she'd been forewarned, she'd still been startled by what she saw when she followed her mother into the den. As instructed, Craig and Greg had removed all their clothing except for their white jockey shorts. Their shirts and jeans were folded neatly and carefully placed on an end table and they'd rolled their socks into their sneakers and placed them in a perfectly straight line along the wall. Her brothers were never this neat, so it was obvious that arranging the clothes they'd been wearing was part of their proscribed preparation. Just as her mother had expected, the two boys were standing with their noses pressed into adjacent corners of the room. The whiteness of their underwear contrasted with their tan bodies, so that it was almost as if a spotlight were shining on their round backsides. Neither said a word, but their nearly naked bodies seemed to tense up when their mother and sister entered the room.
It was a strange sight, but Stephanie instinctively knew that it was precisely correct. She could think of several boys at school who often deserved to be in the same position as her brothers.
She watched, as her mother looked the boys over carefully. Apparently satisfied that they'd prepared themselves properly, she placed her hands on her hips and asked, "Are you ready, boys? " When neither of them immediately answered, she added with a touch of impatience in her voice, "When I ask you a question, I expect an answer! Are you ready? "
"Yes, Ma'am, " they replied in panicky unison. Clearly they understood that antagonizing their mother further would not be a good idea at this time.
"That's better, " Brenda said smugly, and then went to a closet and removed an armless chair and carried it to the center of the room. "I'm sure you've noticed that there are four of these chairs scattered around the house, Stephanie, " she said with a smile. "They are my spanking chairs, designed specifically for punishment purposes. They're built a bit lower to the ground than standard furniture, so it's easy to get a male in the proper position. Because the back is low and there are no arms, I have full freedom of movement. There's another in the rec room. I suggest you go and get it now. "
"I'll be right back, " Stephanie said, immediately moving toward the rec room. She had, of course, noticed those chairs before, but had never really paid attention to them. When she returned to the den and sat in one for the first time, she could sense their advantages immediately. As her Mom had said, they were just the right height, so her lap was precisely horizontal and nothing would prevent her from moving as she wished. Looking down at her thighs she noticed that she was still wearing her cheerleading outfit. Her long, slender legs were almost totally exposed. If her mother really intended to allow her to take her brothers over her knees tonight, they'd be lying over bare skin.
Her thoughts were interrupted by her mother's voice. "All right, it's time to begin, " she said in a commanding tone. "Greg, we'll start with you. " Stephanie watched in fascination as her brother obediently stepped from the corner and walked to his mother's side. "Now, young man, I know that it was Craig's football and he's more responsible for that broken window than you are. He should have known better and forbidden you to toss or kick that ball in the yard, but that is no excuse. You're responsible for your own actions and I have no choice but to soundly spank your naughty bottom. " She was pointing her index finger at him as she scolded him in this childish manner. Greg stood there squirming and bowed his head. It was bad enough to be lectured like a child, but to have this done in front of his sister while he was wearing only his underpants was doubly embarrassing.
"You will look at me when I'm speaking to you, " his Mom said sternly and, blushing in shame, he raised his head. She continued to lecture and scold him for some time, using words like "bad boy " and "childish brat. " Stephanie didn't have to be told that the purpose of this was to heighten his humiliation. It was clear that this was an important part of his punishment.
Finally her mother stopped scolding, sighed, and reached for the waistband of Greg's underpants. "D-don't, Mom, p-please, " he begged.
"Don't, what? " his mother asked angrily.
"Don't take them down, please. N-not in front of Stephanie, p-please ... "
"Are you afraid your sister will see what a little boy you are? " she replied coolly. "You should have thought about all that before you so blatantly disobeyed! "
With those words she tugged his briefs nearly to his knees, exposing him completely to Stephanie's gaze. Instinctively, the boy moved his hands to cup them over his privates, but his mother slapped them away. "I'm sure your sister has seen a naked boy before, " she said dryly. Moaning with shame, Greg placed his hands at his sides and meekly waited further instructions. As much as he wanted to hide himself from Stephanie's view, he knew better than to place himself over his mother's knees until instructed to do so.
Of course, Stephanie knew what a naked boy looked like, but she'd never seen one so vulnerably exposed before. Her brothers may have been born on the same day, but they were by no means identical. Craig was taller and more mature looking while Greg was indeed still a little boy. He was eighteen years old, but his penis was tiny and he'd yet to sprout any pubic hair! He looked like the little brother of one of her girlfriends, a five year old whom she'd seen coming out of the bath on several occasions. Stephanie couldn't help herself, she giggled audibly. "He's so tiny and so cute! " she exclaimed, causing her brother to blush with shame all over again.
"Yes, he is, isn't he? " her mother replied, seizing the opportunity to heighten her son's shame. "All right, Greg, we've delayed long enough. Get over my knee! "
It seemed to Stephanie that he nearly leaped at the chance to conceal himself, but she also noticed that he was careful to place himself precisely in position, with his youthful cheeks centered directly over his mother's legs. It was obvious that he'd been there many times before. "Such a cute little behind, isn't it? " the strict woman asked rhetorically. "It's a shame I have to spank it again. "
The hand spanking began immediately. She administered sharp, loud slaps to the boy's naked backside. Her right arm rose and fell rhythmically as she slapped and slapped. Stephanie could see that her mother was hitting him hard and accompanying the smacks with a litany of childish admonitions. "Naughty, naughty boy, " she said, "I'm going to see to it that you don't sit comfortably tonight or tomorrow. " She must have delivered at least five or six dozen spanks to his squirming buttocks before she paused. When she did, his bottom was bright pink and he was choking back tears.
"There, that was your warm-up, " his mother said in a very stern tone. "Now, I want you to bring this hairbrush over to Stephanie. She's going to handle the rest of your punishment tonight. "
Greg fought back a groan, but obediently rose from his mother's lap and took the hairbrush from her hand. He shuffled over to Stephanie, his steps limited by the underwear that was still around his ankles. She noticed that his facial cheeks were much redder than his bottom; he was totally mortified to be approaching her in this way. Stephanie took the hairbrush from him and spoke to him in a gentle, loving tone. "I want you to take your punishment like a big boy, Greg. Will you do that for me? " The poor boy almost melted away in shame. "Yes, " he mumbled. "I'll do my best. "
She giggled audibly. "Very well, then, get in position, " she purred and her brother compliantly placed himself across her silky thighs. As she looked down at his boyish backside, Stephanie was struck by a feeling of raw power. Here was her own brother, submissively placing his bare behind at her disposal, draping himself over her lap for a spanking. She could do whatever she wanted to him, spank him as hard she thought he deserved and there was nothing he could do about it. And the best thing was that he knew it and was submitting helplessly. She liked this feeling and knew she'd never tire of it.
The spanking she administered was a blur in her memory. She was nearly overwhelmed by the emotions of the occasion, but that didn't prevent her from using her mother's hairbrush in an extremely effective manner. Greg kicked and squirmed as the brush fell painfully on his cheeks again and again, but she was stronger than him and easily held him in place. Almost in a trance, she spanked and spanked until his screams finally got through to her. She looked at his bottom and, for a moment, was afraid she'd gone too far. His behind was surely redder than his face now, and he was bawling like a little baby.
She looked up at her mother, wondering if she'd be criticized for having temporarily lost control, but soon realized there was no cause for concern. "You're a natural, my dear, " her mother gushed. "I was afraid that as a newcomer you'd go too easy on him, but you've given him the sound hiding that he deserves. I'm sure he'll think twice before playing football in the yard in the future! "
Greg was still draped over Stephanie's knees, sobbing and hiccupping uncontrollably. "He won't get up until you tell him to, " Brenda said, "You can send him back to the corner whenever you like. "
Stephanie lightly patted the sobbing boy's sore behind and he shuddered in pain. "There, there, " she said. "You're spanking is all over now. Go stand in the corner and think about how obedient you'll be from now on. It's Craig's turn now. " Without another word, Greg slid from her lap and, still unable to stop crying, he shuffled off to the corner.
"And don't let me catch you rubbing your bottom, " his mother added sharply. She turned to Stephanie. "Never permit them to soothe their behinds while they're in the corner, " she advised. "The last thing you want to do is minimize the impact of your efforts. "
"Right, Mom, " Stephanie nodded. "Isn't it time to deal with Craig now? " He was manlier looking and she was sure that spanking a more developed boy would be even more exciting than dealing with Greg had been.
"It certainly is, " her Mom said in agreement. "Come over here, young man. "
It seemed to Stephanie that the tension in the room heightened considerably as a sad-faced Craig approached his mother. He was muscular and well developed for his age, a football player with an impressive physiques and a hairy chest. His jockey shorts seemed to contain a lot more than his brother's too!
She watched carefully as her mother lectured him, using the same finger-pointing posture she'd employed with Greg. If anything, she seemed to be speaking to him in an even sterner and angrier tone.
Craig seemed intent on taking his punishment stoically. He said nothing and showed no emotion, apparently trying to show his sister just how tough he was, but when his Mom reached for the waistband of his under shorts, he lost his resolve. "Please, Mom, please, I don't want Stephanie to see me bare, please, " he begged. "I'll take extra spanks, even the strap, but let me keep my underwear on, please. "
Brenda merely shook her head sadly and sighed. "Honestly, what is it with you boys? Your sister is going to be spanking you whenever you misbehave from now on. You'd best get used to having her see you with your pants down - unless your behavior is going to make a radical change for the better. " Pushing his hands aside, she slid his shorts down briskly, displaying his mature - and semi-erect penis - to his sister's probing eyes.
"Don't be deceived, my dear, " Brenda said to her daughter. "That is not his normal size. Despite his claims to the contrary, your brother seems to look forward to his punishments. He often has a full hard-on when I take his pants down, not just a half of one like today. "
Craig was beside himself with shame. "I d-do not look forward to being pun-punished, " he stammered. "I d-don't know why th-this happens. I just c-can't help it. "
"Well, one thing I do know, " his mother rejoined, "After he's felt the hairbrush, he returns to his normal size! Get over my knee, young man! "
Once again Stephanie watched in fascination as her angry Mom delivered a vigorous hand spanking to her brother's naked backside. She slapped him as hard as she could and the change in his skin color made it obvious that she was causing him pain, but somehow he remained perfectly still and didn't utter a sound. This angered her mother and she seemed to double the force of her spanks, but Craig still gritted his teeth and said nothing.
"This tough guy attitude will not serve you well, young man, " his mother said in an icy tone. "You'll be spanked until you're crying like your brother was. The longer you hold out, the worse it will be for you! " He still lay perfectly still over lap. "All right, " she continued, "Have it your way. My hand is getting sore, so I'm going to turn you over to your sister. She'll show you who's boss once and for all, right Stephanie? "
"Yes, Ma'am, " Stephanie said with a laugh, "Get over here Craig. "
Apparently the prospect of lying over his sister's smooth, tan thighs was too much for the youngster; he was fully erect by the time he stood at her side. Stephanie hid her amazement at the size of his member and instead, shook her head. "I don't think that little thing is going to do anyone any harm, " she said scornfully, "But one would hope that you could control yourself, Craig. "
Hearing these words, Brenda sighed contentedly. Her daughter was going to be a proficient and able disciplinarian. Of that there was no doubt.
Stephanie guided her shaken brother over her lap. She spread her legs a bit, so that his erection was between them, but not touching her skin in any way. She may not have been the most experienced girl at college, but she did know what might happen if he were allowed to rub himself against her. It seemed to her that the best thing to do was to start spanking and she did so immediately, applying the back of the brush to his already pink cheeks with enthusiasm.
As she spanked him, she was even more aware of that wonderful feeling of power and she knew that her mother was right. Women were clearly the superior gender. She basked in the knowledge that her own brother was helplessly submitting to a painful and humiliating spanking at her hands and that, despite the ordeal she was putting him through, he was aroused! Imagine what she'd be able to do with other men as she grew older!
She spanked Craig very hard that first time, even harder than she'd spanked Greg. At first he continued to be silent, but eventually he began to moan and squirm. In no time at all, she had him crying very real tears and begging her to stop. She continued to spank, however, continued until he stopped struggling and lay passively accepting his just desserts. Only then had she permitted him to get up and move back to his corner and when she did, she noticed that his penis had shrunk considerably. "Not so excited now, are you? " she asked as he walked in front of her.
Afterwards, her mother had told her how well she'd done. "I'm so proud of you, darling, " she'd said, and then they'd chatted about men and their need for discipline for a couple of hours.
Suddenly, Stephanie's musing was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. Her girlfriends were arriving and she was still sitting in her room, brushing her hair with what had become her favorite punishment implement. She shook her head bemusedly, realizing that her recollections had excited her. She was actually a bit damp down "there. "
As she hurried to the front door, she stuck her head in Craig's bedroom, which adjoined her own. Her brothers were also home from college and were playing some computer game. "Gina, Marlene, and Carolyn are coming over tonight, " she said in a warning tone. "I want you guys to leave us alone and not bother us. Understand? "
The boys had learned over the past two years to never ignore their sister. "Right, Stephanie, " they said in unison. "You won't even know we're here, " Craig added.
Unfortunately that did not turn out to be quite true. A couple of hours later, Stephanie and her friends were in her room, trying on clothes and talking about graduation plans. Suddenly, Marlene, Stephanie's closest friend, motioned to her and indicated that she'd like to talk to her privately. They moved to the far corner of the bedroom and Marlene whispered, "Do you see that? " She was pointing to a small black object, only a few millimeters in length that was stuck to the molding above the closet door.
"What is it? " Stephanie asked, perplexed.
"If I'm not mistaken, it's one of those new micro cameras, " Marlene said. "My Dad put one up outside our house to protect against burglars. Something tells me we're being watched, Stephanie! "
"It can't be, " Stephanie replied. She found it hard to believe, but she decided to check. "Stay right here, " she whispered to Marlene.
"I'm going to the bathroom, be right back, " she announced in a loud voice. She walked out of the room, went to the bathroom down the hall for just a moment, then rushed out and without knocking, burst into Craig's room. Sure enough! Her two brothers were seated in front of his computer, watching the screen intently. What they were watching was not a computer game; it was a live shot of her bedroom! They were spying on her and her friends!
As soon as she entered, Craig reached for the controls of the computer, but it was too late. "Don't move, " she shouted angrily. There followed a long silence while she looked at the screen and took in exactly what was happening here.
"You guys have been spying on us? I can't believe it! We've been trying on clothes, undressing and standing around in our underwear, and you've been peeping at us! You are really in for it tonight! " she exclaimed. "I don't care who's here, you are both about to get the spanking of a lifetime! Go to the den and prepare yourselves - do it now! "
Craig was the first to realize what she meant. "B-but, you can't possibly punish us in front of your friends. Even Mom wouldn't stand for that, Stephanie. "
"Oh, really, " Stephanie was certain her mother would be even more outraged than she was. "I'll give you a choice, guys. Either go to the den and prepare yourselves, so I can punish you tonight, or we'll wait until Mom gets home. If we do, she'll definitely give you the worst punishment ever tonight and I'm sure she'll agree to let me give you a second dose tomorrow. She'll also agree that my friends should be here to watch. After all, you've been watching them change clothes. They have every right to witness your spanking! "
"Mom would never let you spank us in front of them, " Craig insisted.
"All right, if that's the way you want it, we'll wait until she comes back, but don't say I didn't warn you. Mom has never overruled me when it comes to your punishments and I'm sure she won't start tonight. "
"Sh-she's right, Craig, " Greg said in a frightened tone. "Mom always goes along with her when she says we should be punished. I don't think we have much choice ... "
Craig had known there was danger in planting his new camera in Stephanie's room, but when he'd heard that three of her friends were coming over he'd been unable to resist the temptation. Now he was wondering how he could have been so stupid. He knew very well that his mother was likely to approve anything Stephanie proposed, but the idea of being punished in front of Gina, Marlene, and Carolyn was too horrible to contemplate. He was a college student and was dating Carolyn's sister! Just to have them know he was spanked would be mortifying. To have them watch was almost unthinkable. "Isn't there some other alternative? " he asked in a panic.
"No, there isn't, " Stephanie was adamant and Craig knew from the tone of resolve in her voice that he'd never change her mind. "So, what's it to be, boys? " she asked impatiently.
"I guess we'll go to the den and get ready, " Craig sighed. |
