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My D.A.D. Earns His Hairbrush - Part 3

PART THREE: Big Brother Max and My First Spanking

My Big Brother Max greeted us on the landing field of the Island. I had not had a very good flight. Aside from seeing my first spanking (shocking, but also somewhat exciting), I have never been a good flier and spent a large part of the trip with my face in a sack. Each of us was greeted by a young man (a very large young man) who introduced themselves as Big Brother. My Big Brother was named Max, and he certainly gave a new definition to the term, ‘Big Brother.’

Max was a ‘big’ man with red curly hair, a hawk-like nose, and a face that was completely freckled. If you decided to play "Connect the Dots" on Big Brother Max’s face, you would end up painting him purple with ink, that’s how many freckles he had. Max also had very big, very white teeth and incredibly large (also freckled) hands. He looked to be about twenty five years old.

He hunkered up to us and offered my father a big grin and his massive hand to shake.

"Mr. Heller, my name is Max McDonald, Big Brother Max is my official title. I’ll be looking after Andy while you’re in D.A.D. training."

"Nice to meet you, uh, Big Brother Max," my father said. He gestured toward me, "This is my son, Andy."

Big Brother Max turned to me and looked down from his stilt-like height (this guy had to be 6’5" - enough with the sythroids). Max didn’t wait for me to put out my hand, he took my hand and it disappeared inside of his.

"Hi, little brother," Max said warmly. "You look a little pale."

"He was sick on the plane," my father offered.

Big Brother Max rumpled my hair, and only his size kept me from shoving the jerk away.

"Inner ear problems?" Max asked me. "Allergies? They can make you have a very bad time in the air....or on water."

"Actually," I quipped, "I think it was testicular."

"Andy!" my father started.

"One of my balls is much bigger than the other Max and it makes me sag to one side. Sometimes the sensation gets me a tad queasy!" All of this was said by me in the snidest voice I could come up with. My intention was to say, unmistakably to Mr. ‘Big Brother’ that I wasn’t anyone’s ‘little’ brother, that I didn’t like some steroid freak treating me like a little kid, and that I wasn’t going to act like the fucking ‘Beav.’

Max didn’t react.

He turned to my father. "Let me take you both into the dome," Max said. "You’ll be given a place to live with Andy as soon as your training is complete, but for now you’ll be living in the D.A.D.s’ quarters and Andy will be living with me."

"I heard there were schools on the Island," I put in. "Can’t I stay there?"

Max slowly turned from my father to me. His face didn’t look nearly as open and friendly as it had when he arrived. In fact, the look he gave me almost made me feel as if he was about to kick my ass. "There are boys who live in the school dorms, but you won’t be one of them. Our studies show that you’re going to need supervision, Andy, so you’ve been assigned a Big Brother. Big Brothers take good care of their little brothers, and I’m going to take very good care of you!"

With that, Max put his meat hook on my shoulder and ‘turned me around’ in the direction of the Dome. Then he picked up one of our suitcases in his other hand and strode off taking me along with him.

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The Dome was a pretty impressive place. I’d read about the Island and the domes, even seen pictures and diagrams in the papers, but the reality was much more impressive.

There were huge open galleries with many levels and lighting that felt just as though you were still outdoors on a sunny day. All around were groups of boys and men interacting, talking and going places. All of the men were big and the boys, even those that appeared to be in their twenties, were small next to them.

While I was busy gaping at everything, Big Brother Max somehow got hold of a kind of golf cart, loaded our luggage onto it and took the driver’s seat. Then we wereoff on a tour of the dome.

The tour was taken along a special roadway built for the kind of vehicle we were driving. It took us to a second level height from which we rolled over some astouding areas: enclosed forest and parks where D.A.D.s and son hiked, fished and hunted; through a school complex with libraries and athletic facilities; into a huge entertainment arena where D.A.D.s and sons climbed walls and played every kind of sport and game; over a magnificient oriental garden; around a loud and busy amusement park; and past a medical complex.

The cart stopped just outside of some pretty impressive double doors labeled, "D.A.D. TRAINING HEADQUARTERS - AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY"

There was a hard moment when my dad got out and gave me a clumsy ‘almost hug’ and went up to the doors. Dad swiped some kind of card (he hadn’t shown it to me before) across a grid and the doors opened. That was the last time I saw my pre-D.A.D. father.

It was not a long way from the "D.A.D. TRAINING HEADQUARTERS" to a beautiful section of the dome where the Big Brothers lived.

I was, I have to admit it, impressed with the different ‘look’ that each section of the Dome seemed to have; clearly there had been a team of architects working in tandem to create a very varied and wonderful feeling in each different quarter. The Big Brothers’ area was not like anything that I might have expected. It was approached through a line of beautiful green ginko trees. The cart drove up to a red brick pavement in front of a quaint townhouses.

"This is it, Andy," Big Brother Max said. "Pretty nice, huh. Come on it, and I’ll get you settled."

Apparently, each Townhouse unit was shared by a number of Big and little brother combinations. It turned out that we shared our Townhouse with two other brother sets who I was to meet later.

Big Brother Max’ apartments were on the third floor and a small elevator soon deposited Big Brother Max, sour little brother me, and my suitcases on that landing.

Big Brother Max opened a door on a small landing and lead me into a nice apartment.

"Put down your suitcase and come with me," Max said calmly.

"What?"

Max took the suitcase I was holding from my hand and put it on the floor. I had a fleeting glimpse of a small living room leading to a dining area before I felt Max’s freckled hand clamp onto my neck.

"Hey!" I cried, "What are you doing?"

"We’re going to the bedroom," Max said.

"Get off!" I shouted pulled back.

Max’ hand closed like a vise, and I knew pain.

"Come on, little brother," Big Brother said, and he took me down a short hallway to an open bedroom door.

There was a king-size bed in the room and Max took me to the bed and sat down on it. He released my neck and grabbed the front of my belt buckle.

"Don’t consider pulling away or running away!" Big Brother said. "If you do, you’ll only add to your punishment."

"Punishment!? What the hell are you talking abou....OW!"

Big Brother Max had released my neck long enough to deliver a resounding cuff to the side of my head. Then his hand was a collar around my neck once again.

"Andy, the Islands are a special place. They run on two principles that I’m sure you’ve heard of Discipline and Devotion. Your father brought you here so he could become a D.A.D. dad and raise your properly. I’m your Big Brother and I feel a sense of devotion to you as well as a desire to give you the discipline you sorely need. You were disrespectful to me when I was concerned about your being sick on the flight, and that isn’t permitted. On the Island, when a boy is purposely disrespectful to his BigBrother, his brother punishes him, so now I’m going to punish you, little brother."

I thought of the scene on the flight, the boy hanging over the Attendant’s knee and panic seized me. However, it didn’t matter how panicky I felt, I wasn’t able to do anything about it. Not with ‘Mighty Joe Young’s’ paw around my throat.

"I’m going to take down your pants, put you across my knee, and spank the living daylights out of you. And when I’m done and your little backside is well-reddened, you’ll stand in that corner over there and think about how you were not only disrespectful to your Big Brother, but disrespectful to yourself and your father."

So saying, Big Brother Max popped open my belt buckle and unzipped my fly.

I lunged for his hands with my own, and the next minute both of my wrists were imprisoned by the hand that had formally been my collar.

Calmly, Big Brother Max held my wrists up and to one side, as with his other hand, he reached around behind me, grabbed a handful of the seat of my pants and pulled down! My pants fell to my sneakers. Then I felt his fingers slip into the waistband of my white briefs.

Big Brother Max’ fingers pushed against my dick as he slowly and deliberately (undoubtedly trying to impress each stage of this operation upon me) lowered my underpants and left them on top of my pants, down by my ankles.

Still holding my wrists together, Big Brother Max parted his knees and drew me close between them. He stared into my face. Although his eyes were locked on mine, I was incredibly embarrassed and keenly aware of my nakedness, both in front and behind. The t-shirt I was wearing fell only to my stomach and left me feeling very vulnerable. I think I would have felt less embarrassed if I had been completely naked, but being undressed in the manner of a child prepared for punishment was awful; I felt like a damn child; like a little boy!!

"You know why I have to give you your spanking, don’t you Andy?" Max asked me. "It’s because you were disrespectful, and one way to learn respect is over the lap of your Big Brother who cares about you, and about how you grow up!"

So saying, Andy used his manacle-grip on my wrists to bring me around to the side of his right leg and then pulled me down across his knees.

I had never, never been spanked. I’d heard about friends who were punished that way, but my parents either hollered, got fed up and didn’t talk to me, or sometimes temporarily took away things that I liked. I hadn’t ever thought about spanking, but suddenly I wasn’t doing anything else.

A wild, heart-pounding fear went through me when my cock was suddenly crushed onto Big Brother Max’s thigh and my feet shot off the ground. Then my chest hit Max’s other thigh and I was off the ground and lying over a man’s lap - with my bare bottom presented for his attention.

Big Brother Max continued to hold my wrists with his left hand and suddenly his right hand was rigorously rubbing my ass.

"You’ve never been spanked before, Andy, that’s obvious," Max said. "So this is going to really make an impression on you. Do you know that you deserve this spanking?"

I didn’t know what to say, but I tried to struggle - I wasn’t going anywhere. Between Big Brother’s grip on my hands and his other hand pressing my rear end, I was pinned in place.

"I want you to tell me that you know that you deserve this spanking," Max said.

"Fuck you!" I said, almost involuntarily.

WHAM!

Big Brother Max’s hand flew high over his head, palm opened like a giant freckled frying pan and then that frying pan came slamming down on my unprotected backside.

"YOW!" I screamed. I couldn’t believe how much it hurt. It felt like electrical lines of pain were radiating up my back and down my legs, and the skin - where Big Brother’s hand had landed - was burning. Oh god, I wasn’t going to be able to take this.

WHAM!

The hand made another incredible arc, I tried to turn my head to see, but could only glimpse the pinkish-orange blur of movement before another searing wallop landed.

My legs shot up and my whole body bounced on Big Brother’s lap.

"OW! Stop!" I screamed.

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

Three excruciating spanks landed, all three on the bottom of the left buttock cheek. I could feel my fanny dancing beneath the blows.

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

Three more landed on the bottom of the other side and I opened my mouth wide in a soundless cry of pain. Tears burst from my eyes and I wiggled, as much as I could, on my Big Brother’s powerful knee.

"Tell me why you deserve this spanking, Andy," Max said, pausing in his work.

"Ow!" I groaned. "You’re killing me, Max!" I said, trying for some sympathy.

"No one was ever spanked to death yet," Max said.

WHAM! WHAM!

He struck again, two times. The first wallop landed on the upward curve on the right and the second on the left. I literally felt the impression of my Big Brother’s hand rising up on my skin. I felt the pain everywhere! Even, it seemed to me, in my brain. My feet fluttered the air and my jeans and underwear slipped over my sneakers and fell to the floor. I felt even more vulnerable.

"You were a naughty little boy, Andy," Max said, and he meant every word, "and naughty boys have to be spanked on their bottoms."

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

Max landed two red hot smacks on those tender lower parts of the buttocks. Some of the impact of Max’ giant hand also high my upper thighs and that was murder!

"Stop! Stop! I’m sorry!" I yelled. I would say anything to make this incredible pain stop.

"Why do you deserve this spanking, little brother?" Big Brother said, almost tenderly. The softness of his voice hurt me somehow. Maybe it was just the combination of emotions, but tears rolled down my cheeks and I started sobbing.

Big Brother Max rubbed my burning bottom. His enormous hand suddenly felt very good, soothing and gentle.

"Why, Andy," he said softly, "why does Big Brother have to give you a spanking."

I sobbed a little more and then found words. "Because I was fresh," I said.

"And when you do that, you are being disrespectful to the person you’re fresh to, to yourself and to your father. Do you understand that?"

I nodded my head and tried to stop crying, but I couldn’t. I didn’t feel like an eigtheen year old; I felt more like an eight year old. You don’t think you would feel like that?! Shit, man. I guarantee if someone took charge of you, bared your rear end and set it smokin’, you’d feel like that! Particularly, if that same person did all of this and still acted like he really cared about you.

"I know that this licking really hurts, Andy, but I want you to own that you’ve done wrong and tell me that you need this spanking."

Oh no! I could tell from these words that my ordeal wasn’t over yet. I hung my head and wailed loudly.

"Gather yourself together, little brother, and then say it," Big Brother Max said, firmly but gently.

I cried for another minute, my head filled with confusion and then found some reason still available. If I didn’t say it, I would probably be spanked until I did. Whereas, if I said it, I would probably be spanked some more, but I’d be closer to having it over with.

"I de-deserve it," I said, hiccuping.

"Say, ‘Big Brother Max, I deserve this spanking.’" Max said sternly.

I choked and sobbed, my face flaming with humiliation. "B-big Brother Max......(sob)....I de-deserve this sp-spanking."

"Good boy," Big Brother said.

The spanking began again.

I don’t have any idea how long the spanking went on, but it must have been another hour. Big Brother Max would wallop me until I was howling, then he would stop. Still holding me on his lap, he would rub my bottom and talk about respect and thinking about other people.

Then he would start spanking again.

Twice he stopped to take out a handerchief and use it to wipe my eyes and blow my nose. It isn’t easy to have another person hold a handkerchief to your nose while you blow out a quart of gunk, but that was the way my Big Brother did it.

Then he went back to his spanking.

Twice, he actually took me off his lap and stood me in front of him. The first time he did that, I grabbed my lobster-red fanny and did several deep knee bends, trying to cope with the seering pain.

Big Brother Max was tolerant of these gyrations, but he wanted me stand between his knees while he rubbed my soreness and gave me another lecture.

After the first standing lecture, I begged him not to spank me anymore. Big Brother turned me around and examined my behind.

"No, you need some more," he said decidedly and took me again onto his lap.

The spanking continued.

During the second standing lecture, Max explained that he was going to spank me one last time, and that this would be very hard for me. I knew it would be hard for me, the whole thing was a nightmare.

When he pressed me down on his knees again, however, I discovered what he meant. Max adjusted my position and lifted his right leg, probably by pushing up on his toes, so my backside was elevated and I was sloped downward over his knee. He firmly separated my legs, as far as they would go and - in so doing - spread the cheeks of my ass wide open presented my anus.

Then Max began the final phase of my spanking.

All his powerful smacks were delivered to the inner part of my backside. I screamed at each wallop that landed on that secret, sensitive vulnerable place.

After the first spank, I involuntarily brought my legs back together.

"Open those legs!" Big Brother Max said sternly.

I wailed in protest.

"Open them now, Andy!" my Big Brother ordered, and wailing my grief, I did as I was told.

The spanking continued.

Big Brother Max spanked my anus twenty seven times and my legs were vibrating with the strain and pain of keeping them open when he was done.

Then I was aware of my Big Brother fumbling with something and he said, "I’m going to put some cream on you, so there won’t be any serious swelling. It’s going to burn a little."

First I felt something cold being spread on my asshole by Max’s freckled fingers and then, all at once, the cold turned to seering pain. I screamed again, and would have - I think - flown up to the ceiling, but my Big Brother’s left arms curled around my waist and kept me in place.

More of the cream was rubbed all over my hopping red backside and though I kicked and roared, Big Brother Max worked slowly and deliberately spreading the burning ointment until he was satisfied that every inch of my rectum and buttocks was well-coated.

Then Big Brother Max took me off of his lap, where I had suffered for nearly two hours, and lead me to a corner of the bedroom.

"You will do reflective corner time for one solid hour," my Big Brother said. "By the time I let you out of the corner, the burning will be just about over with."

Big Brother Max brought a chair up behind me and sat in it with a book, while I jigged in my corner, cried like a baby, and actually tried to think about why I was where I was.

(to be continued)