The Story continues a couple of weeks later© Y Lee Coyote
It was a Wednesday evening and everyone was doing their own thing. Dad was away as usual for business and mom was with her card club. Scot was diligently studying for an upcoming test in his room carefully avoiding big bro Harley who was “entertaining” his best buddies Rex and Ken in the family room.
All was quiet until Mrs. Simson, Harley and Scot’s mother, returned unexpectedly early. She was furious that her oldest and his buddies were not working on their school project (the stated reason for a school night meeting) but were sharing a six-pack of beer.
The first order of business was to make each of the boys pour out his can into the kitchen sink and then stand facing the wall while she called their parents. It was an easy matter to make it a conference call and immediately two more mothers were appalled as how naughty their sons were.
Right after Mrs. Simson explained that Harley was going to be spanked and strapped immediately by Scot the other two mothers concurred that was the right thing to do.
Almost immediately both other mothers requested the same treatment for their sons. “Yes, of course, it will be the best punishment.”
Mrs. Simson called Scot and when he was at the top of the stairs, she explained that “You are to strap your brother and his buddies for drinking and not doing their school project. Please come downstairs.”
Scot was shocked. He had thought about his brother’s friends learning that he was mom’s surrogate but hadn’t considered this possibility. “Yes, mother.” he replied. “I’ll get the strap.” Quick thinking made him realize he would have a very sore hand spanking three hard butts so he also got a flip-flop for the warm up spankings.
Scot heard the end of his mother’s scolding and telling the three miscreants of their doom. “I have enlisted Scot to strap you all in the usual manner as Mr. Simson is away. Rex and Ken your mothers requested this. You are to follow his instructions without delay.” She then retreated to the kitchen for a cup of coffee.
“OK turn around. Rex and Ken just in case Harley hasn’t told you let me explain. The procedure is simple. You strip and get over my lap for a warm up spanking and then over the end of the couch for a strapping followed by some corner time. Got it?” They nodded. “OK strip, please.”
Rex chose to object and Scot pointed out his mother authorized this and that he would have to face the consequences with his parents if he refused. Rex backed down.
“Because my hand would not survive your three rock hard rumps, I’m going to use a flip-flop for the warm up. Objections earn three extra strokes from the strap. Now let’s get started. Harley over my lap like last time, please.”
Harley got into spanking position and Scot once again warmed up the target although this time with the flip-flop. It was faster than by hand (although not as much fun) and Harley then got over the end of the couch for his strapping. Scot was being kind to his big brother and did not hit as hard as the previous two times although the effect was still very evident as it was eighteen cuts for multiple offensives. Harley realized this as it was easier to keep quiet.
Rex was second to receive his due. Actually he was being ‘underpaid’ as he had obtained the beer. The spanking was not memorable but the strapping was. Scot swung hard because having suffered at Rex’s hands he was extra enthusiastic about making the strapping effective. He was more than delighted that Rex yelled for more than half the cuts as he turned into Mr. Apple Butt.
Finally Ken got over Scot’s lap for the same treatment. A third rosy tail quickly appeared and then turned crimson with the eighteen cuts of the strap. Ken also howled a few times much to the satisfaction of Scot.
“Face the wall, please to show off your lovely red tails, please.” ordered Scot. Then he informed his mom that the task was complete and the miscreants were doing corner time. She thanked him and ten minutes later told the three spanked boys to get dressed and for Rex and Ken to returned home directly.
Scot rushed to his room then for he had a hard pressing problem to deal with. His explosive climax was extremely satisfying. He then went to his brother. As the previous times it was to apply Sportscreme® to the roasted tail and to offer his insincere sympathy for what he had done as a parental stand-in. Of course, he also wanted to admire his handiwork.
Scot was actually able to make his brother feel a bit better by telling him that he took his punishment in the most manly way of the three noting, in particular, how much more Rex had yelled.
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An excerpt from Scot’s note to his e-pen pal
I couldn’t wait to share this with you so here is an extra email. My stupid Big Brother and his idiotic buddies are now sporting BRIGHT CRIMSON RED APPLE BUTTS. Yeah, all three of them – thanks to me and dad’s very effective ass strap.
The three retards got hold of six pack of beer and were in the family room when mom returned early. I’m surprised she didn’t go ballistic but I got to spank and strap the trio.
I went a little easier on Harley because I wanted his buds to show that they are less macho and they did. Actually Harley didn’t need that advantage but I wasn’t sure.
Rex proved to be a regular pussy boy. He howled more than the other two combined. He always puts on a macho persona perhaps to hide that he ain’t got the junk needed even though he is a year old than the others.
I wonder what they going to say to their classmates in the shower tomorrow in gym. I would love to be there to hear and enjoy the razzing.
Gotta get to bed and jerk off land.
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The Story continues the next morning
As he got to the school bus stop the next morning Scot was accosted by Rex and Ken in their best imitation of mob torpedoes. “Not a word about your strapping us, Scot.” they snarled menacingly.
“Keep it down or everyone will know before the bus gets here.” he retorted. “I didn’t tell about it before because I don’t want it known that my big bro is strapped by me and I won’t tell now either so chill out.”
Then as they all entered Jefferson Middle School, Scot managed to give the three a metaphorical kick in their butts saying “Have fun in the gym showers.” He was sure that they hadn’t a plan how to respond to their classmate commenting on their three identically red butts in the showers.
As Scot expected The Trio Squad ninth graders were harassed in the gym shower by their classmates even more than usual when it was noted that they had the same pattern red bottoms. “What happened?” was the demanding question.
They resisted replying until Harley blurted out “Mom caught us with beer.” implying that a parent strapped all three but absolutely avoiding the embarrassing details of the warm up OTK spankings and that it was his kid brother doing the job. Afterwards, he slipped a note into Scot’s locker “The story is mom caught us with beer and strapped us.”
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An excerpt from Scot’s note to his e-pen pal
No additional strapping to report after yesterday’s extra. Naturally I fantasized about the trio once I was in bed and exploded several times. This morn the idiots were extra nasty threatening me if I told. They almost gave the game away at the school bus stop.
I understand they got more attention than they liked in the gym showers and said “Mom caught us with beer.” letting the others think a parent did the strappings. Time will tell if anyone realizes that dad was away and mom doesn’t strap us.
I think that Harley is regretting his decision to have me spank him rather than waiting but I’m obviously delighted.
I had this great dream.
I was relaxing with a book in the backyard enjoying the adventure (intellectually) and the solitude (physically) one afternoon when I got interrupted. It was my brother’s friend Rex and his four-years younger kid sister, Bambi.
I was surprised and told them that Harley was out and I did not know when he would be back.
“We’re here to see you, Scot.” explained Bambi. “Rex has a request.”
I was surprised to say the least. “What do you want?”
“Not so much ‘want’ but I require a spanking and dad is not available. Mother was quite pleased by your previous endeavor.”
“That’s easy. I’ll get the strap.”
When I returned with the strap and dad’s tariff list of strokes/crimes I told Bambi “Please wait on the front porch as Rex will have to undress.”
She laughed. “No! I get to watch as I always do when he gets spanked. I’ve seen his wee peepee for years now – not that there’s much to see.” She was certainly right about his small endowment which I saw at the beer strapping.
From Rex’s blushing it was apparent that it was true but I was delighted to embarrass him by making him say it. “Does she get to watch, Rex?”
“Yes.” he replied unhappily.
“How many cuts?” I asked handing him the list. “I don’t need to know why.”
“Six.” he said after studying the list.
“No, seven.” she corrected pointing to something. He concurred.
“There is a penalty of an extra cut for getting it wrong so it is eight. Please strip and get over my lap for your warm up spanking.”
A couple of minutes later I sat on the picnic table bench and patted my lap. Rex obediently got into position. Bambi was smiling and hardly looked at his junk.
I had to temper my hand spanks because he had a rock hard butt but I wanted the pleasure of seeing my handprints on it. I did not mind that it took a bit longer.
When I was finished I ordered “OK, get up and bend over the end of the picnic table for your strapping.”
Then it was time for the main event. I raised the strap and brought it down on target. He howled, the stripe formed and his kid sister beamed.
I happily continued with the strapping covering his entire rear end. As the previous time, he vocalized every time like a sissy boy.
When I had finished his sister dashed over and gave him a good feel followed by a hard spank. “Scot, you made his naughty botty even hotter than our dad does. Thank you very much.”
After Rex redressed the pair left. I returned the strap and tariff list and enjoyed a delightful release recalling the strapping.
That would sure be fun.