There'll Be Storms (Spanking Story)

Chapter 43

ERYK'S POV:

The gas-can splashed heavily and bounced repeatedly against my left leg as I chased Cody down the street. It was the only thing holding me back from catching him immediately but it was even more challenging given the low center of gravity he has for being so much smaller. He was dodging every obstacle, ignoring every corner as he barely looked both ways, and was even kicking flowers and patches of grass along the way.

Of course I am worried that someone might take too much offense to it but I am even more worried that he may run into a car or even another person and seriously injure himself. The gas station was near several main roads that were often congested with traffic, so the chances of him doing so were greatly increased.

"Cody! Stop!" I yelled as I finally caught ahold of him just a few houses before ours. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"Get off of me!" He shouted.

I looked around and thankfully none of our neighbors were insight. I kept a firm grasp on the underneath of his arm as I finally began walking home. Even though I had a chance to catch my breath and calm myself down, I couldn't help but holler at how ridiculous and reckless that was of him. It seemed that with every word I spit at him, the angrier I got.

"Get in this house right now!" Slamming the gas-can down on the front porch, I pulled Cody through the front door and into the living room.

He tried to dig the tip of his fingers under my palm to get me to release but his efforts were futile. There was no way he was getting away from me right now.

"You're hurting my arm you asshole!" He barked at me after I aggressively shoved him inside and started pushing him towards the couch.

"Sit and calm down." I demanded but he continued to fight me. "I can't believe you would do something so stupid. Do you have any idea how badly you could have been hurt?"

My rage continued to boil and it was ignited even further by Cody's continuing act as if he did nothing wrong. I felt like my head was about to explode.

"You're a lousy brother! You can't just leave me here, alone and go off by yourself..."

"Cody you have Charlie! You have friends! This is what I need to do to help myself..."

"Go tell someone who cares." He pushed the stack of books sitting on the end stand next to the couch off, inevitably resulting in the lamp falling and breaking as well.

"That's it! I am so sick of you pretending as if your problems are the only ones that matter! You're being so selfish and so conceited..." In that moment I had completely lost any filter that I had.

Without hesitation, I marched towards him and assumed the seat in the middle of the couch where I pulled him over my knees.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing?!" He yelled and squirmed but it was too late, I already had a tight grip on him that made it nearly impossible for him to escape.

I pulled down his sweatpants and then his underwear and began raining smacks down all over his bottom. Some where off-target as he wiggled but I definitely got some clear shots there. I had kept him steady and continued to spank him despite the throbbing that was forming on my hand.

"Eryk let me go! Now!"

"Be quiet!" I responded. "You ran out into the middle of God-only-knows how many streets! You could have been hurt! You. Cannot. Do. That!"

When he began crying, I knew it was time to finish. Even though I had relinquished my grip, he just remained dangling over my lap and continued to sob into the couch. In that moment, I had this unfamiliar sense of both relief and guilt.