MY BROTHER SPANKED ME
Chapter 1

It was a typical warm, sunny day and Joan was taking advantage of it to work on her tan. She had just celebrated her 14th birthday and one of her gifts was a new bikini, a string bikini! Actually it wasn't any smaller than any other bikini, but it had ties on the hip instead of the usual waistband. Still, to Joan, it wasn't a "little girl" bikini, but rather a "woman" bikini.

Her father was on a business trip, her mother working, and her 15 year old brother, Paul, had some school thing so wouldn't be home until later in the afternoon. Although it sounded like Paul was only a year older than she, he was almost 2 years older. His birthday was 3 months after hers and he'd be turning 16.

The family was rather affluent, the father being a corporate lawyer and the mother owned an exclusive beauty shop. When Paul and Joan were younger they had a sitter watch the after school until their mother got home. Now that they were older, they stayed by themselves. They had a big house with a pool in the backyard, where Joan was headed.

She flopped down on one of the lounges on her belly and undid the strap of her bikini bra so she wouldn't end up with a line across her back. The pool was enclosed with a high stockade fence and their lot was huge with trees lining the sides. The back was woods and the sides were so thick you couldn't even see the neighbor's houses, so Joan knew no one would see her. It wouldn't bother her if she was seen though. What girl doesn't undo the strap of her bikini top when she is on her belly sunning?

Joan's back was getting hot so she was going to turn over. Normally she'd do up her top, then roll, but today she felt daring. If girls didn't want tan lines on their back, why would they want them on their front? Of course they would always have their boobs covered, but what about the straps? Some tops were lower than others too, so what about that she rationalized.

Cautiously Joan listened for any sounds people might make, but she heard nothing. She already knew she couldn't be seen anyway, but as she lifted herself with her arms, she looked around as well. Satisfied she was quite alone, Joan rolled over on her back leaving her top where it was – under her. For the first time except for maybe when she was really young, Joan was topless outside.

She was quite proud of her growing breasts. She didn't have the biggest ones in her class, but they weren't the smallest by far. Her best friend, Annie, had the biggest, which was strange. Annie was one of the shortest and tiniest girls in the class, except for her boobs. She was almost 3 inches shorter than Joan. At least Annie's weren't that much bigger Joan told herself.

Joan settled back in the lounge enjoying the sun on her front, especially her breasts. Her eyes, because of the bright sun, were closed, but it felt like she could actually feel the sun's rays on her breasts, not just the warmth. It felt good, but reminded her she was topless.

She began to daydream. Being so exposed, her thoughts became sexual. Joan imagined a group of boys standing around her. She didn't mind that at all because these boys were all completely naked. They had gathered to look at her boobs and as they stared, their cocks stiffened. She was making them hard with her exposed boobs.

“"Am I making you horny?" she asked them in her daydream, to which they all nodded. "You can rub yourself if you want," Joan told them and each reached for his stiff rod.

"Are you going to do it too?" one of the boys in her daydream asked, to which all the others agreed. Joan asked if she did, would they squirt for her and all said yes in unison.

Without thinking, Joan slid her hand down, then into her bikini bottoms as her daydream and reality seemed to mix. Her fingers found her wet pussy and she started her practiced routine like she did in bed almost every night.

"What are you doing?" her brother shouted, snapping Joan into reality again.

"Why are you home already?" she gasped as her hand snapped out of her bottoms. It took a moment before Joan realized she was still topless and her arms shot up covering her breasts; her face now turning bright red.

"Boy, are you in trouble now!" answered Paul, ignoring her question.

Not only was Joan completely embarrassed being caught, Paul's words sent her into a panic. "You can't tell them!" she begged.

"Wonder if they'll take your phone, ground you for a few months, or longer, both? ...more?" Paul teased.

"Oh please, Paul! I'll do anything! ...clean your room? ....do all your laundry? Just name it," Joan pleaded.

"Hmmm... Mom and dad would punish you... hard. I suppose you should be punished, but maybe I can do that and they don't need to be involved. Something quick and easy. Maybe I'll just spank you and it will be done and forgotten," Paul rambled.

"Spank me? No! I won't let you!" Joan gasped.

"OK," Paul acknowledged as he turned. "I'll just let mom and dad handle it."

"Wait! OK... I agree," Joan surrendered.

"Meet me in our TV room," Paul instructed as he walked away.

Once she was alone again, Joan picked up her bikini top and put it back on. She thought about what Paul said. He was right. She would be lucky if she only was grounded for a few months and lost her phone. As much as she didn't want to be spanked, especially by him, it was a far better choice. Generally Paul was nice to her, better than most brothers, according to her friends. She hoped he would still be now.

Joan walked in to their TV room. Their bedrooms were almost like a separate suite within the house. It had been an addition. The bedrooms were on either side of the addition. Between them there was a bathroom with doors to each of their rooms, and in front of that was another room, their TV room.

Paul was sitting on the small couch. Joan didn't want to risk arguing about her punishment and having her parents involved, so just asked, "Where do you want me?"

Paul, very calmly, answered, "Pull your pants down and lay across my lap."

"No!" Joan gasped. "I'm not taking my pants off!"

Paul looked at her for a moment, then stood up heading toward his room. "OK... If you'd rather let mom and dad handle it..."

Once more Joan panicked. "Wait! I just meant I'd feel funny pulling them down. You're the one spanking; you're supposed to pull them down. I'll lay across your lap, you pull them down, then spank me. That's how it's suppose to be done."

"OK," Paul agreed as he sat back down. Joan walked over to him, took a deep breath, then took her position across his lap, kneeling on the floor as well. Her heart was pounding. It wasn't the first time he would see her bare ass; they used to take baths together, but that was years ago. He had seen her in panties on occasion, even recently, but that's not the same thing. Even panties cover.

For a while nothing happened. Maybe he changed his mind Joan thought, but then he asked, "Do I untie the sides or just pull them down?"

Untying them would be easier, but they'd just fall off and she wouldn't be wearing anything at all then. If he pulled them down, her front would still be covered. "Pull," she mumbled.

She sucked her breath in as she felt his fingers on her bikini bottoms and held her breath as they agonizingly slowly lowered. Joan's face turned red with embarrassment. She opened her mouth to tell him to stop when they hit the top of her thighs, but he stopped before she could get the words out. The front of her bikini slipped down as well; lower than she'd even wear her skimpiest panties, but at least her pussy was covered, although no doubt her bush was exposed.

Again nothing was happening. Joan knew he was looking at her bare ass. That's when she noticed something next to her side. She could feel his cock getting hard. Her body was making him stiff. As much as the "compliment" pleased her, she was still embarrassed. "Just spank me and get it over with," she groaned.