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Subject: {ASSM} St: Adoptive Brother (t/t, spanking, strap, nosex)
Date: Tue, 29 Apr 2003 07:10:06 -0400
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St: Adoptive Brother (t/t, spanking, strap, nosex)

The following story is fiction.  It contain scenes of spankings.  If
such a subject is 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 would appreciate your comments -- pro and con, including
constructive criticism, and suggestions.  E-mail: YLeeCoyote@mail.com



Adoptive Brother
By
Y. Lee Coyote

I was yelling at mom -- again.  To be fair, she was also yelling at me.
It was because Mrs. Assistant Principal had called about school;
actually, about my conduct in school.  Yes, of course, I go to school
for I'm only twelve.  It has been tough for both of us since dad is gone
and we moved to a new neighborhood which, naturally, means a new school.
Even in the eighth grade that has its problems as the new kid around.
Anyway we were going at it hot and heavy when Nikolas came in.

Nick has made life bearable; even worthwhile.  He's my next door
neighbor who is fifteen and my best and closest friend.  Every since he
said "Hi kid; I'm Nick." to me the day mom and me moved in we've been
close and gotten closer.  We were made for each other as he wanted a kid
brother and I wanted a big brother so after a while we adopted each
other.  He taught me lots of stuff and taken me places that mom would
never go nor let me go alone or even with my classmates.  Stuff that a
guy just can't ask his mom; stuff that you need a dad to talk with;
stuff that they don't really explain in sex education class; stuff about
changes in me.  He lost his father a couple of years ago so he really
understood my need for a substitute.  He also became my <shudder>
babysitter.  Mom does not want to leave me alone as much as I would
like.  Nick is great as a minder.

So, as I was saying, Nick came in and we both stopped yelling.  Then,
calm as calm could be, he said quietly but in that special way that lets
me know he is THE BIG BROTHER IN CHARGE.  "We need to talk, Samuel.
Now.  Let's go to your room."  BTW, I'm Samuel and Nick never, ever
calls me by the babyish 'Sammy'.  Then with his strong hand on the back
of my neck we headed upstairs -- my 'cave' is on one side and the attic
on the other.

He let me bitch about mom, school and the world in general for a bit.
Then with just ten words he totally devastated me.  "You're acting like
a baby; a naughty, disrespectful little boy."  Yes, that's from the one
person in the whole world who loves me and I him more than anyone else
(even mom).  He explains that a young man does not get into a yelling
match with his mother.  This I've heard before but it's different
somehow this time.  We never got into the school bit at all when he
continues with a question.  "What happens to naughty, disrespectful
boys, Samuel James Wodham?"

I know I'm in deep; very deep doo-doo when he uses my full name.  I
hesitate and then I realize he going to teach me something; something
important because I got a strange feeling.  I shook my head and he said,
simply, as a matter of fact: "They get punished."  He has punished me in
the past with some sort of timeouts/groundings or missing treats but
there was something different this time.  "Naughty little boys get their
pants removed and spanked on their bare bottoms."

I was shocked.  I've never been spanked (although I've read about it).
Nick was sitting on my desk chair (yes, one of those traditional
straight backed things) and he just pulled me over to him.  I watched,
silently, as he opened my belt and jeans and lowered them along with my
briefs to below my knees.  We seen each other naked many times in the
last six months I've been here but this feels very different.  I feel
like a little boy and that is emphasized by seeing my few newly grown
pubes while I know that Nick has a big, hairy, manly bush.  (They don't
have pictures like that in sex ed class.)  He pulled me over his lap and
clamped his hand on my waist to hold me still.

I felt his hand stroking my butt and then a hard SPANK!! on my left
check immediately followed by one on my right check, SPANK!!  It hurt,
but not as much as crashing into another dude on the football field but
it affected me very differently.  The spanks continued to rain down on
my bottom and continued to hurt.  I wanted, desperately, to be a big
boy, no, a young man -- brave and macho -- but I could not.  I heard
myself making noise.  Two things were coming out of my mouth -- yells of
pain alternating with pleads to stop.  But Nick did heed my pleads and
then I realized that I was crying like a little boy; like a baby.  I
went limp and just cried as Nick continued to spank me hard.

Eventually he stopped and lifted me up.  I continued to cry as he held
me although I soon stopped.  He told me to think about my conduct with
mom and parked me in the corner -- to stay there until I've figured out
what I have to do.

I thought about what I did as I slowly regained my stability.  I was
still confused by Nick's actions.  He spanked me like I was a baby yet
expected me to know or at least figure out what I should do.  Well,
babies or even little boys don't do that so he must be expecting me to
act grown-up.  I pulled up my jeans carefully after looking in the
mirror to see how my butt looked.  (Need I tell you it was redder than a
polished Macintosh apple.)  Then I washed up, grateful that no one but
Nick had seen me bawling.  I went downstairs where mom had finished
fixing dinner for Nick and me before going out.

It was difficult.  I'm sure that I stuttered as I tried to apologize to
mom.  It was hard.  But she helped a lot by coming over,  giving me a
hug and accepting it.  She added that we'll talk about the school matter
tomorrow and not to give Nick any trouble this evening.  As we ate Nick
inquired about my butt and how I felt about the spanking.  "It hurts!" I
exclaimed stating the obvious.  "I don't like it at all."

"But it got you thinking." he said in that knowing way but without being
nasty.  I nodded my agreement.  "Then it won't happen again unless you
behave like a naughty little boy again.  Only little boys get spanked
like that."  He went on to explain in more detail and he moved on to the
original problem -- what I had done at school.  He let me tell it all
and then asked me lot of tough questions about it until I practically
confessed to trying to topple all of Western Civilization.  It was surly
different not being treated as a little kid but like a grown-up.

While Nick did his homework, I worked at my 'puter on the apology to
both my teacher and the principal.  I was shocked that I could get some
four hundred words written in just a couple of hours.  Nick went over it
with me but didn't make me change anything but a couple of grammar
errors.  (My word processor took care of the spelling.)  Soon it was
neatly printed and tucked into my notebook ready for school.  I felt
good about doing it; even somewhat more grown-up.

After I had showered and brushed my teeth I was surprised to find Nick
waiting for me in my room.  "It's time to redden your tail so that you
will remember all of this, Sam."

"But you said you would NOT spank me unless I acted like a little boy."
I protested.

"True, Sam," he smiled, "I'm not going to spank you but to strap you
like a big boy or young man for those shenanigans at school."

I watched, somewhat terrified, as he slowly pulled his wide, heavy
leather belt out of his jeans.  Then he folded it half and slapped his
palm with it.  I know I flinched.

"Bottoms off.  Bend over the bed for six cuts.  If you move, the stroke
won't count."

I did as he ordered and waited -- fearfully -- for the first blow.  I
did not have to wait long.

WHACK!!

There was this searing pain as the belt landed on my already sore ass.
Later Nick told me that a nice red stripe appeared.  I gripped the bed
tightly and clenched my teeth and let the pain course through my body.
It was much more painful than a thousand spanks but I did not cry.  I
did not even yell.

I braced as I waited for the second one.

WHACK!!

It was even more painful but I stayed still.  Then came the third.

WHACK!!

Halfway and I had not cried out.  I wondered...hoped I could take the
rest as bravely.

WHACK!!

That was the fourth.  I braced myself for the last two.  Nick did not
keep me waiting very long and they came in quick succession.

WHACK!!  WHACK!!

"OK, you may get up."

I got up.  My ass was ablaze but I was not crying.  I had not yelled.
Nick congratulated me on taking it like a young man and explained about
future punishments.  And ordered me to bed.

My butt was on fire long past when I slipped into sleep but I had learnt
a lot that evening.  I resolved not to be childish and get spanked.  I
resolved not to get strapped either.

But if my best friend, mentor and adoptive brother decides that I
should, then I'll take it like a man and learn something.

The End

(C) Copyright A.I.L., April 28, 2003

Your comments are appreciated.

Y.

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