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My D.A.D. Earns His Hairbrush - Part 4

PART FOUR: Douglas and I Get Swished

I’m not going to give you all the details of my ‘corner time’, it’s too boring, or of the conversation that Big Brother Max had with me from his seat directly behind my red hienie. Suffice it to say that it took a long time for me to calmy down and an even longer time to sort out my feelings. To be honest, I didn’t sort out all of my feelings - I probably won’t ever do that. I did, however, decide a couple of things:

1. a Spanking really hurt and should be avoided.

2. Big Brother Max was a fucking serious spanker who seemed to know how to get results. His palm was probably the ninth wonder of the modern world.

3. I wasn’t angry at my Big Brother. Can you believe it? It’s true. My rear end still hurt like hell, but I wasn’t angry at Max. I was angry at ME.

4. I had a kind of respect for Max. First, because he was really strong and had just whupped my ass to a fare-thee-well. And Secondly, because he had done all that and still made it clear that I was on his ‘care’ list.

5. Finally, I decided that I’d have to watch my step on the Island.

The only other thing worth mentioning about that night was bedtime. I wasn’t thrilled about sharing a bed, even a king-size one, with another guy - particularly a guy who had so recently whaled the shit out of me - however I also had no desire to get my Big Brother angry.

We had had a nice dinner with the Big Brother and little brother on the floor below us, and even though I had to sit on a pillow, the other Big Brother (a blond named Alex), and his little brother, a really nice, chubby guy named Douglas, didn’t think anything of it.

After a dinner of pizza and salad (what could be better?), my Big Brother asked Douglas if he would come by in the morning and take me to the school to register. Douglas, who always seemed to be enjoying a private joke, laughed and said, "Sure will, Big Brother Max. Will young Andy be able to sit down in class?"

My Big Brother raised one eyebrow and scowled in mock anger at Douglas. "Just make sure that your Big Brother doesn’t make it impossible for you to sit down."

Douglas’ cheeks colored a little, but he just laughed and his Big Brother Alex got him in a play headlock and messed his curly hair. "He’ll see that Andy is registered," Big Brother Alex said, "And as for sitting down; I’ll have to think about that, won’t I little brother?" Douglas ducked his head, and we left.

Back in our apartment, my Big Brother gave me a pair of pajamas ("In case you use them.") and went to take a shower.

He came out of the bathroom naked and toweling off. The rest of his body, I know saw was also covered with freckles as well as a mat of springy red hair on his chest and a bush between his legs.

I hurried into the bathroom and showered, taking care not to rub my still very tender backside. When I came out, I had a moment’s hestitation about the pajamas. If Big Brother Max slept raw and I slept in a pair of pajamas it would emphasize the BIG BROTHER/little brother relationship. On the other hand, I looked down at my body. I had hair on my arms and legs, but my chest was smooth, and - of course - I had a miniature physique compared with Max. I opted for the pajamas!

When I came out of the bathroom, Max was seated on the bed, and beckoned to me. He opened his knees, and my face immediately flushed.

"I just want to take a look at your bottom," he said.

"It’s okay," I quickly told him.

"Come here," he said, pointing to the spot between his knees, "and turn around." His voice had an edge to it, and I did what he said.

I almost jumped when I felt his fingers dip into my pajama pants and the pull them down in one movement. While he held up the tail of my pajama top with one hand, he pinched and manipulated the skin of my behind with the other.

"I’m making sure that there isn’t any under-the-skin bruising," Big Brother said. He gave me three firm pats on my bare rump. "You’re little bottom is fine, Andy. Hop into bed."

I crawled under the sheets and Big Brother Max did the same.

He lay on his back and turned his head to me and smiled. "Does it hurt much?" he asked kindly.

I shrugged with my mouth (Can you do that?).

"A boy’s first spanking is an occasion," my Big Brother said grinning. "Tomorrow I’ll buy you a gift to commemorate it. Goodnight."

Max pressed a button on his bedside table and the room dimmed into darkness. Only the street globes, outside of the townhouse, shed light into our bedroom.

I looked at my Big Brother’s face on his pillow. He was a good-looking man, and his face looked strong and kind as he settled into repose.

In the middle of the night, I was shocked to wake up and find myself curled in the crook of Max’s big arm with my legs drawn up in a foetal position. I was even more surprised, when Max turned in his sleep, put his other arm protectively around me drawing me closer to his body and threw his left leg over me in a protective manner.

At first I felt incredibly agitated at being so close to this naked young man, but then his size, and the innocence of this sleeping gesture touched my heart and tears came to my eyes. I snuggled up to my Big Brother and was soon asleep again.

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Douglas and I became buddies in very short order. I had started liking him that first night we had dinner together, and our friendship was solidified when he picked me up that first morning and took me to school.

"Why are you on the Island?" I asked Douglas, as we took the transport that had brought Big Brother Max and me to the Townhouses.

"My Uncle Jim brought me here; I don’t have any parents, and he’s in training, same as your dad. I guess you could say that he had to bring me here; I got into a little trouble."

Douglas told me that his parents had died when he was six and that his grandparents had raised him. His grandfather died with he was twelve and then he had lived with his grandmother. She was a good woman, but he had always been a handful - a little hyperactive and a little prone to risks.

"What kinds of risks?" I asked.

"I liked to play secret agent. That meant that I went into stores and tried to get my hands on things that the enemy was hidin there."

"You mean you stole things?" I said.

Douglas smirked. "At first I didn’t really think it was stealing; I was so into the game, but then the game and the stealing were the same. After I was arrested for the third time, my granny had enough and wrote to my Uncle Jim. I was sort of being ‘detained’ by the police and the only way he could get me out was to agree to do D.A.D."

"Do you still steal things?" I asked him.

"I made the mistake of stealing something in one of the Island malls," Douglas said.

"What happened?"

"Big Brother Alex caught me doing it."

I stared at Douglas with a ‘what then?’ look on my face.

"Didja ever get spanked in public?" Douglas asked me.

My first turned red at the thought. "NO!" I said emphatically.

"It’s amazing how you can change your mind about taking things when a crowd of people gather around to watch your Big Brother pull dow your pants, put you over his knee, and then whale you with a bread board."

"A bread board?" I asked.

"Provided by a kindly shopper," Dougas answered. "Let me tell you, young Andy, there is nothing like wood on your bare bottom to get you contemlating the universe, let along stealing. Here we are."

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The school that Douglas took me to was part of a huge educational complex that must have taken up several square miles in the dome.

The Head of the Higher Educational Division (their version of college) was a pipe-smoking D.A.D. named Mr. Groton. He had steel gray hair and the impressive body of all D.A.D.s. Mr. Groton met and talked with me for two hours. Douglas had gone on to his classes with an agreement to meet me for lunch at the dining room.

I was signed up for liberal studies. "That will be two years of preparation for choosing your major," the briar-puffing D.A.D. informed me.

I received a program card and given a floor plan of the Division. Mr. Groton got up from his desk and opened a wardrobe at one side of his office.

"I want you to see what’s in here, Andy," he said around his pipe stem. "Come over here."

I walked over to the man and he put his heavy hand on my shoulder. Inside of the wardrobe, suspended from hooks were a number of implements whose purpose was immediately clear. Three different size canes, a large leather strap, two different sized paddles, and a large wooden bathbrush were on display.

Mr. Groton took the brush off it’s hood and held it in one fist. He patted his other palm with the back of the brush. "I had to give one of our boys a good spanking with this yesterday." Mr. Groton explained. "He was fooling around in class and wasting his, the teacher’s and other students’ time. "

Mr. Groton walked me over to a stool that stood by the side of the door. "I sat on this stool, Andy, and I put the boy on my lap for his chastisement. I’m afraid that I needed to keep him there and impress the lesson on him for a very long time."

Mr. Groton sat on the stool, took my arm and pulled me up to him. The gesture was a clear threat. "I hope I don’t have to put you in the same position." He looked into my eyes and then he tapped the seat of my pants with the brush.

"I understand that your Big Brother initiated you last evening, is that right?"

I frowned and said, "Yeah."

"Do you think it might be advisable for me to lower you britches and give you a taste of the brush, so that you know what to expect. Although, of course, a taste is never preperatory for a full and proper spanking."

"No!" I quickly said.

Mr. Groton stared at him as though he were taking my measure. "I think I should take down your pants and put you across my knee." He patted me with the brush again, a little harder. "But I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt. I will send you to class unspanked, but I will ask your morning teachers to fill out this report form." Mr. Groton took his pipe from his mouth, walked to his desk and picked up a paper.

"Before you meet Douglas for lunch, you will bring this to me. Don’t fail to have all of your teachers fill it out. If it isn’t completely and satisfactorily filled in, you will receive a spanking from me that you will never forget." He paused to let that sink in. "You can go now, Andy."

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I did not get spanked by Mr. Groton that day. I was determined to never give him the opportunity of laying that wooden brush on my backside. Besides, the teachers were really good, and I was interested in my classes.

Mr. Groton congratulated me, but looked - I thought - a trifle disappointed. "Fuck you!" I thought to myself. "My ass is mine alone!"

And it was.....for several weeks.

During that time, Douglas and I became close, and he introduced me to a lot of other guys. We met for lunch, at the library, and - after school - we played handball, went swimming and did a lot of biking through the forest trails.

At home, Big Brother Max and I were getting along great. He was firm, but really nice, and we did a lot of enjoyable things together. We played chess (something we both loved), and listened to music, and he helped me with my homework and tests.

One evening, my Big Brother announced that he and Big Brother Alex were going to take Douglas and me camping during intercession. There were huge forest preserves in the dome and lots of D.A.D.s, sons, Big Brother and little brothers used it for camping, hunting, hiking and fishing.

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When the day came, my Big Brother and I were packed and ready and met Doulas and Big Brother Alex outside the townhouse.

During the ride to the forest area, we did a lot of laughing and talking about what we would be doing. We had tents to set up, and lights to string and a campsite to prepare. We had brought a shitload of food; it was going to be great.

When we got to the forest, we had to hike for about forty minutes to get to a site that we all liked. It was a beautiful spot. It was in a tree enclosed glade near to a lake.

"We’ll start on the tents, why don’t you boys take a couple of buckets and get us some water?"

Down at the lake, Douglas took off his boots and waded out into the lake. Suddenly, he yelped and came running out.

"What’s the matter?" I asked.

He showed me. The lake was filled with crawdads and one had grabbed ahold of Douglas’ toe. He pulled it off and a few drops of blood fell from the spot.

"Hey," Douglas said, that gleam that I recognized, materializing in his eye. "I have a great idea. Lets fill one bucket with crawdads and stick ‘em in our Big Brothers’ sleeping bags."

I burst into laughter. "They’ll kill us if they find out," I said.

"Who’s going to tell them it was us? The fuckin’ crawdads?"

We both roared with laughter and set to work.

By the time we headed back to the campsite, we had four pails of water, one of which was loaded with the little snapping devils.

Douglas gave me the chore of distracting the Big Brothers while he did the deed. The tents had been set up, and I made a big deal about struggling to rig lights and starting a campfire, so Big Brother Max and Big Brother Alex were very engaged with me.

"This is way overdue," Big Brother Max said, as he ‘showed’ me how to criss cross sticks to make a bonfire. "You haven’t had much outdoors experience have you?"

"He’s a city boy," Big Brother Alex said, restringing the lights and connecting them ‘properly’ to the batteries I had deliberately screwed up.

The Big Bros did not notice Douglas’ disappearance and then suddenly he was back and demanding food.

We had a great dinner of stew cooked over the fire with fat loaves of bread that we’ed brought. After dinner, we walked down to the lake, but there were too many midgies flying around, so we decided to hit our tents, get a good night’s sleep so we’ed have lots of energy for hiking the next day.

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I had forgotten about the crawdads, until Big Brother Max stripped off his clothes and started slipping his red and freckled naked body into his sleeping bag. Instead of pajamas, I was sleeping in an undershirt and shorts, and I almost stopped Max, but then I didn’t.

At first there was nothing, and I thought that the crawdads must have gotten out and crawled away. No sounds came from the other tent either, and I finally started drifting off to sleep.

Then, all at once, my Big Brother let out a howl and, almost simultaneously, there was a similar roar from the other tent.

Max thrashed around in his sleeping bag, and it did look very funny. I burst into laughter, but I also rushed over to unzip his bag.

Max was covered with crawdads. The little devils must have fallen asleep in the warm bags, but they weren’t sleeping now! There must have been a dozen of them attached to Max’s arms, legs and (here’s where I stopped laughing) his cock and balls.

With a lot of jumping around, and my help, the crawdads were removed, but Max was dotted with tiny wounds.

We had burst from the tent during the removal operation, and I was aware that Big Brother Alex and Douglas had done the same.

"Goddamn it!" Big Brother Alex said. "Where the hell did those things come from and how come they didn’t......"

He didn’t finish his question; he didn’t need to. In one second, Big Brother Alex and Big Brother Max knew it all, where the crawdads had come from and why Douglas and I hadn’t been attacked.

The Big Brothers flew into action. Big Brother Max caught a handful of my hair and dragged me to his duffle bag. He rifled in it, got ahold of something without letting go of me, and then dragged me to the nearest tree.

"Hey, hey!" I cried out. "What’re you doing?"

"I’m going to skin you alive, little brother," Max said through gritted teeth. He had taken a rope from his duffle bag and now he used it to tie me to the tree. First Max wound the rope around my waist and the tree, so that I was forced to hug the tree like a friend. Then he tore my shirt and shorts off leaving me completely naked. My Big Brother took more of the rope and tied my wrists and pulled them around the tree, so that my love affair with the bark was made permanent.

Then he wound the rope around the back of my knees and tied that around the tree and did the same thing with my ankles. When Big Brother was done, I was immovably bound to the tree.

Apparently, Big Brother Alex had done the same thing to Douglas, because I could just turn my head enough to see him, also stripped naked, tied to a tree on the other side of the campsite.

"You are going to get the switching of your young life," Big Brother Max said, and he took out his Swiss Army Knife and starting cutting them. Alex did the same, and when the Big Brothers had a bundle of switches, they used more rope to tie them into terrifying looking bundles.

Before setting to work, the Big Brothers put on their jeans and boots and then took up positions behind and to the side of Douglas and me.

"So you think it’s funny to play practical jokes?" Big Brother Max asked me.

"You think it’s amusing to hurt people," Big Brother Alex said to Douglas.

"No!" we both cried out. "We didn’t mean for you to get hurt."

"Well, let’s see how funny you think this is," Max said and he set to work on my bare bottom with his bundle of switches.

The branches whipped through the air and stung like a whole swarm of wasps when they landed on my backside.

"Will you, will you, will you, play practical jokes on your Big Brother?" Max asked, punctuating each word with his switch.

I was howling in no time. The worst part of it was my immobility. I couldn’t even wriggle my butt to control where the next stripe of the switch would land.

Max whipped the same spot over and over again, and landed the switch on every part of my exposed bottom.

I howled until tears ran down my face, but still Max worked that switch on my backside.

"I swear, Andy, I’m going to completely wear you out before I’m done," he said. He whipped my thighs for a good long time, until every inch of skin burned and stung, then he moved up and started on my lower back.

WHUT! WHUT! WHUT! WHUT!

The switch was laid across my back from neck to waist, but then Max returned to my poor buttocks with a vengeance. Those crawdads must have really hurt, because Max was determined to leave me raw.

"Ow! Stop! Baw!" I wailed like a child. "No more, Max, please!! Please!!"

Max thrashed my backside, and I could feel it swelling as he labored it with his bundle of switches.

Across the clearing, Douglas was roaring and crying too.

"Yow! Alex! Man! Please, have mercy!"

"I’ll give you mercy," Big Brother Alex replied. And I could see him set to work on the back of Douglas’ calves. Douglas screamed.

Then suddenly, Max threw down his switch and started undoing the ropes. My whole back felt like someone had set it on fire, but Max wasn’t done with me yet.

He left the rope around my waist for last, and when that was undone, he took me - by the hair again, back to the campfire. He sat on a log and threw me over his knees and completed his punishment by a volley of hand spanks that was every bit as painful as the switch had been.

"Will you ever do anything like that again?" he roared, spanking away at my already well-blistered behind.

I bawled out, "No, Max! No! I swear! Pleeeeeeeese. Stop!"

Max didn’t stop. He spanked away while I scissor kicked the air.

"Will you treat me and everyone else with repect?" His hand beat a steady tattoo on my ass.

"Oh, daddy!" I cried out, hardly knowing what I was saying. "Oh, daddy, yes , I will, please!"

Max spanked away, until I literally sagged across his knees.

I had lost track of Douglas during all of this, my ow circumstances taking up all of my consciousness, but now - as I lay limp, sore and weeping over my Big Brother’s lap, I was dimly aware of Douglas in a similar position.

The Big Brothers held us on their laps for a long time, rubbing our skin until we calmed down, and then it was time for the application of that hideous ointment that produced fresh tears and howls, but was to also provide us with much release in the hours to come.

Max and Alex decided that in lieu of a corner to stand in, Douglas and I would stand facing the trees we had been punished on for a hour.

When that was over, we were taken by our ears, still weeping into our tents. The Big Brothers’ sleeping bags had been ripped in the hustle of escape, and so Max shared my ample sleeping bag with me.

Our two naked bodies, mine still red and sore, were pressed together in the dark.

"You know that was a terrible thing you and Douglas did," Big Brother Max said to me, his arm under my body as he held me, crying, against his furry chest. "Alex and I could have been seriously injured."

"We...we didn’t think. l wouldn’t want you to get seriously hurt," I cried. "But did you have to punish me so hard?"

"Did I?" Max asked.

"I guess so," I sobbed.

Max held me tight. "You’re a sweet little brother, Andy, and I love you. You’ve done a great job since you came to the Island, but you blew it tonight. You still have to learn about respect and that other people are as real as you are."

I looked up into my Big Brother’s face. "I’m sorry, Big Brother Max," I said, fresh tears streaming down my face. "I’m really sorry. Are you....are you mad at me?" I suddenly couldn’t stop crying.

Max held me close and then, in the dark, I felt his big freckled hand close around my dick. "Ssh, little brother," he said, "just relax. I’ll make it all better for now."

Slowly and firmly, my Big Brother manipulated my dick holding me close to him all the while. I groaned and pressed back against his arm. Max kissed me gently on the lips and a thrill ran through me. He kissed me deeply and I came in his hand, which continued to caress me long after my orgasm was over and I began to fall asleep in his arms.

(to be continued)