Joel Spanks Me With His Hairbrush P2

Author: Writer8322@aol.com

Joel didn¹t let me off of his lap right away, when the spanking was over.  He held me down and rested the paddle of the brush across my throbbing backside.  Once, he let go of me long enough to wipe my face with the handkerchief again, but when that was done he fixed his hold across my back and waist and started talking to me.

"Are you a good boy now?" he asked.

I was crying so hard that I could only nod my head.  I wanted Joel to know that I was a good boy now.   I didn't want him to think anything else, least he take up the awful hairbrush again.

"You have to answer me, Sandy.  I don't want to see that head nodding.  You answer me like a big boy."

"Yes," I chocked out.

"Yes what?" he asked.  He moved the hairbrush around on my bottom.   Just the rubbing increased the burning unbearably and I squirmed on his knees.  He gripped me tighter and tapped by bottom with the brush.

I gasped and gargled out, "Yes, I¹m a good boy now."

Joel gave my bottom a little harder tap with the back of the brush, and I whimpered.

"Ooooh!"

"And you know that you deserved that spanking, don't you, Sandy?"

"Yes," I said quickly, before he did anything else.

"And you know that I'm going to have to spank you again to help you keep growing up."

"Nooooo!" I cried out.

WHAM!  Joel's hand flew way over his head and the hairbrush came slamming down on my  (as I found out later) almost purple behind.   

My legs shot straight out and I bawled out my pain.   Tears practically jetted from my eyes, so severe was the contact.   I twisted my head about, but Joel took my head in his hand, turned it back around and pressed it down.  He kept his left hand there while his punishing right hand returned the hairbrush to a resting position on my bottom.

Then he spoke in a loud and very stern voice.  "You  will be spanked again, whenever I think you deserve it," he said.  "I am your big brother and I will take down your pants and put you across my knee and spank your little fanny when I decide you need it.  Not when you decide, not when you feel like it, not when your backside feels like.  As a matter of fact, I don't think you¹ve learned your lesson yet.  I think that maybe I ought to keep you here on my lap and spank you with the hairbrush until the sun comes up."

I sobbed and kicked my feet a little.  "Nooooo, pleeeease.  (sob)   I...I'm sorry, Joel.   Don....don't spank me any more.  (sob)  I'll be good.  I'll do (sob) whatever you say." 

"I know you will," Joel said remorselessly.  "I know you will little boy.  You know what else.   I don't think it¹s enough for me to be your big brother.  What you need is a father, a father who knows how to handle little boys."   Joel paused and gave me a few small taps with the back of the brush.   I wriggled on his lap and bit my lip to keep from crying out.   I was afraid that if I did, he would get angry and spank me again.

"Yep," he finally said.  "You need a daddy, so I'm going to be your daddy."   His right handed shifted and the hairbrush left my backside.   He was fumbling with something but I couldn't look back because of his hand holding my head in position.  Suddenly I heard something unzip and then I knew what he was doing.   He was using his right hand to fill his pipe from his tobacco pouch.  The pouch rested on the small of my back and the rising mound of my buttocks.  I could feel it pressing against them as Joel pushed his pipe into the tobacco.

"Your father is too old to take care of you properly and he's already had his shot and blown it," Joel said, the pipe continuing to push inside the pouch.  I could actually feel the shape of the pipe bowl with my backside.  "I'm gonna be your father and you're gonna call me daddy from now on."  

Joel had finished packing his pipe.   He put it in his mouth, zipped the tobacco pouch and flicked open a lighter.  He puffed at the pipe and clouds of scented tobacco smoke filled the room.  I lay across his lap thinking of what he had just said.  The idea landed in my mind like an electric spark.  Despite my pain and upset, something inside of me kindled.   It was my rebellious spirit.  What was this whole thing about anyway?   How had I let myself be treated like this by Joel?  He had pushed me around and hurt me too.

I tried to push up against his hand and almost succeeded in freeing myself from his lap.   Joel grabbed a handful of my hair and shoved me back down.  His right hand, palm open wide, flew over his head again and this time, without the hairbrush, came slamming down on my poor backside.

A complete wave of pain rushed along my nervous system to every part of my body.   I jerked and kicked and cried out.  Again his hand flew up and again it smacked down.

CRACK!   CRACK!   CRACK!   CRACK!   CRACK!  CRACK!
I was instantly wailing again.   My mouth a hole of sound, my eyes awash with tears, my brain alight with sensation.

CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!

Now Joel was directing his hand against the very bottom of my backside alternately spanking the lowest part of my behind and my upper thighs.  My pain increased and I bawled out.

"Daddddddy!   Daddddddy!    Daddddddy!"  But Joel didn't stop the punishment.

CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!

"Waaaaaah!   Daaaaadddddeeeeee!  No more!"

Joel stopped.   He lifted  me off his lap and sat me on one of his knees.  I cried out with the pain of the contact, but he put his left arm around my waist in an iron grip that forced me to remain in place.  With his right arm, he shifted his pipe to the opposite corner of his mouth.   Then he used his right thumb to wipe away my tears.  He gently brushed back my matted hair while I continued to sob.  Then, he took the pipe out of his mouth, and still keeping me on his knee, he used both arms to hug me to his chest.

"You¹ve never had a father who really cared about you," he said.   "And I do!  I really will be your daddy.  At school, here, wherever we go, and I'll help you to grow up, just like I said.  Daddies love their sons, and I love you!"

I completely collapsed.   I think I stayed crying on Joel's lap for a long time.  Then he picked me up and put me to bed.  He didn't bother to fasten the seat of my pajamas when he tucked me in, he probably knew that my bottom was to sore to be covered.  Then he sat smoking on the side of the bed while I fell into an exhausted sleep.

I woke up once in the night and Joel was sleeping in own bed on the other side of the room.  In the light that came through the window I could see his profile in sleep.   I looked at him in a new way, with love.    Joel had always been a great friend, protective, interested in my interests and amused by the things I said and did.  Now I clearly saw that he had always been moving into his new role and getting me ready for our new relationships, that of father and son.

I sighed in contentment.   I knew that Joel would be both a stern and loving father to me.   I tried to roll onto my back and jerked upwards.  My backside was still an active reminder of just how stern a dad Joel was.   I rolled onto my side and fell asleep looking at my dad.