The Trio

-III-

                     I was dumfounded. Totally, absolutely dumfounded. My older brother, the one who'd been with me in the bad and good, the person who I'd looked up to my entire childhood, Dylan, was going to spank me. I couldn't get past the thought even as I lay, pinned tightly to his lap.

Dylan had tried to order me to pull down my pants and get over his knees, but of course, I wouldn't comply, so Dylan took it into his hands to make me. My brother worked out at the gym every day and was quite a bit stronger than me, so he had no problem catching me in a headlock in order to tug my jeans down and bend me across his lap while I fought against him furiously like a child.

"Dylan let me up now!" I yelled, pounding my fists into the sofa. "Let me UP!" "I don't think so," Dylan said easily, his arm wrapped around my waist keeping me on his lap. "You can't do this!" I screamed. "I'm your brother! You can't!" "Even more reason for me to be doing it, Caden," Dylan explained evenly as he trapped my kicking legs beneath one of his.

Suddenly down my boxers were coming. Pinned tightly, all I could do was helplessly flail, like a fish caught in the net, shouting and protesting. Dylan slammed down his hand so hard and unexpectedly, it caught me off guard and I jumped and gasped. "OW!" I yelped. Dylan laid his hand warningly over my bottom. "You listen to me carefully, Caden, continue screaming and I'm gonna bust your ass so hard you won't be able to sit down for a month, that understood?"

Sullenly I nodded, my jaw clenched and muscles tightening. I knew he could and would too. Dylan lifted his hand again. I clenched in and squeezed my eyes closed. Down came my brother's hand, once, twice, four times, five, seven, ten, on and on until I thought I was going to burst into tears, my bottom burned so bad. I bit my bottom lip hard and gripped a handful of my coverlet, making little gasping sounds as Dylan's hand smacked my smarting ass hard.

My body was squirming now, torso twisting from right to left in an effort to get away, my feet unconsciously drumming the floor restlessly. The tears rose to my eyes, and as Dylan swatted down five stinging spanks to my lower bottom, one hateful drop fell, running down my cheek as two more followed.

A sob escaped my teeth and then I couldn't stop it; my wall of self-control was obliterated, and everything burst forth in a torrent of emotion. The tears flooded down, wetting my cheeks and blurring my eyes, I thrashed back and forth and shot a hand behind me to protect my bottom. I sobbed and cried in pain, calling out my brother's name. "D-ylan! Pleeeeease, no mooooore.... Dylaaaaannn!"

But the spanking wasn't finished. My brother calmly pinned the protecting hand to my back and on raged the spanking. Spank after spank after spank landed on my fiery butt cheeks and I wailed, loud and clear. I'm positive everyone on the block heard me, at least the neighbors next door.

When Dylan finally decided I had learned my harsh lesson, the spanking finished, and I lay slumped across his lap, all the fight gone from me, my strength depleted. Lifting his hand off my bottom, Dylan began to rub my back gently, massaging the tense muscles in my shoulders and back.

It was comforting and for a while I just lay there, tears slowly coming to an end as I struggled to hold back my emotions. After five minutes I was calm and sniffling hard, I lifted my head, running the back of my hand under my nose. "You ready to get up now?" Dylan asked.

I nodded and Dylan helped me to rise slowly. For a minute I stood in front of him awkwardly, sniffling and rubbing my bottom gently to appease the sting, unsure of what to do next. But stepping forward, Dylan clasped me tightly in his arms and held me close. I leaned into the embrace, hiding my wet face in his shoulder.

"I'm sorry I had to do that, Caden, I truly didn't want to," I let out a deep shaky breath. It felt good to be held in strong arms, I'd pushed Dad away so often I'd forgotten what it felt like. Dylan rubbed my back. "Now I'm not going to tell Dad as long as you stick to the grounding and curfew I've assigned, ok?" I nodded. "Ok," I whispered. At the moment I had no intention of ever disobeying my dad or brother again, my bottom burned so badly.

My brother embraced me for a few more minutes, then pulled back. "You can go to your room now," He said gently. Turning, I found my clothes and picking them up, turned and limped slowly from the room. It almost hurt to walk, but then it hurt to do pretty much anything. I tried to sit down after closing my door but immediately jerked back up, realizing my mistake.

I looked down helplessly at the clothes in my hands. There was no way in hell I was ever wearing clothes over the burn of my spanked bottom. Throwing the clothes aside, I draped myself wearily over my bed, face buried in my pillow. Reaching my hands back, I gently rubbed, feeling the red hotness, and wondering if the pain was ever going to go away.

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Two days later...

Dad was finally home. The house was oddly quiet, the three of us all getting along for once in our life. Dad and I rarely fought and when we did all Dylan had to do was arch an eyebrow at me and much to Dad's astonishment, I'd give in with a begrudging 'yes sir'. I stuck to my grounding and curfew, retiring to my room at nine diligently, offering some excuse about being tired or the extra homework at Dad's questioning look. I didn't dare disobey Dylan. I swear I could still feel an ache in my backside when I sat, especially on a hard surface.

Then finally those two long weeks were over, and my grounding was finished. Dylan stepped into my room that afternoon, leaning in the doorway and watching me carefully. I looked up from where I lay, stomach down on my bed, a Chemistry book open before me and arched an eyebrow. "What," I demanded.

Dylan shrugged and came forward to sit on the edge of my bed. A shiver of fear passed through me. I sat up and looked at him nervously. "Did I do something wrong?" I asked sensitively. My older brother shook his head and I sighed in relief. No spanking for me. Thank God.

"I just wanted to say how proud I am of you for sticking your grounding out." I looked up in surprise. "Really?" Dylan nodded. "Yeah, you did well, you tested the boundaries a few times, but you had the brains enough to hold yourself back. I'm proud of you Caden."

My chest welled with pride. I couldn't keep back the smile from my lips and when Dylan looked at me, grinning, I glanced down with embarrassment. It wasn't often I did something good in my brother's eyes. It felt good to get that validation.

"So my grounding is done?" I asked carefully. Dylan nodded. "Yep." I let a mischievous grin on face, thinking that I could finally get back into action with all those things I'd been missing out on. But Dylan noted the impish look of glee and went on to sternly add, "However you still, per Dad's rules, have a curfew of eleven, which, I expect you to obey, that clear? Unless of course you would like a re-run of our talk two weeks ago,"

I shook my head wildly. No fucking way, nuhu. I was planning on avoiding that at all costs. Dylan nodded and ruffled my somewhat wild hair. "Good, because I sure as hell don't want to."

And yet, guess who found themself in a jail call and week-an-a-half later. I did. For drinking, then of all the stupid things, trying to drive home. I leaned my head into my hands. My heart beating rapidly with anticipation. Of course, Dad just happened to be out of town on business so there had been only one person left who I was forced to call. Dylan.

Straightening I swiped my cold, sweaty palms on my jeans. My older brother had been far from pleased. I hated myself so much. Why of all things did I have to sneak out past curfew and get drunk?! Dylan was gonna literally kill me. My butt cheeks clenched in fear at the promise my brother had given me before hanging up, "You better have a damn good explanation for all this if you ever wanna sit on that ass again." Oh, I was so getting my ass beat for this.