The Spanking Chronicles of Joseph LeBlanc

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"My older brother is coming to visit," Mack informed me with a face that looked far from thrilled.

"Is that a bad thing?" I asked hoping he'd say no and we'd move on.

"Yes, he used to spank me growing up," he announced and I still saw no problem with it.

"Ah, I'll like him then," I said and I could tell I was wrong by my boyfriends face.

"Maybe," he said and he dropped the manner. His brother arrived about a week later, and he seemed nice. He was good looking like Mack, and he was well-dressed, and kept the conversation steady.

We talked and hung out, and because he got in late we all turned into bed a little early, so he could catch up with his jet leg. Mack and I laid down, and I could tell Mack was having a bit of a panic attack. "Do you think it went well?"

"So far, so good," I responded trying to calm him down. Mack gets into bed and we start kissing. It doesn't take us long for our hands to go places they shouldn't and our clothes come off. We start fucking. His hard cock up my ass, and we're moaning. We're positive that his brother can't hear us from up two levels, so we go at it like we normally would. And we get loud, and we get passionate. Not even ten minutes into fucking, his brother walks in on us.

"You two disgusting pigs," he started out saying. "You fuck loudly with a guest who can hear you." He pulls Mack from the bed and over his knee. He starts to spank his little brothers ass cheeks. I watch with my dick only getting harder. "You go stand in the corner with your hands on your head." I listen, because I know I can't handle a spanking from someone like his brother. I can hear my boyfriends older brother spank the crap out of his bare butt cheeks. "Go get me the hairbrush, and bring me a belt." I know he's talking to me and I do it as soon as he said it. No messing around with this guy. I bring him our hairbrush, and belt that I had been using on Mack's bare ass cheeks when he's bad. He grabbed the hairbrush from my hand and starts smacking his little brother so hard. I stood in astonishment at how red my boyfriends ass was already. "Corner now, or it's your turn." I wasn't quick enough though, and he stood his brother up and sent him to the corner. He roughly throws me across his knee. I couldn't handle his hand spanking at the beginning. I was kicking and screaming and crying my eyes out. He grabbed the hairbrush and when that landed on my ass I swore like a fucking trucker. I had never been in so much pain before. This guy knew how to spank a bottom well. He gave me a break, and went back to smacking his brothers ass cheeks. He went on forever on his brothers ass before making us both lay on the edge of the bed with a pillow under out crotches to prop us up. Then he doubled up that belt and went back and forth on our asses. Hitting our sit spots mainly, and we both howled. It was terrible.

After the spanking he made us go to bed, and said, "No more fucking while I'm here this week, or else." We were fine with no more fucking as long as our asses weren't lit up again. Oh, but they would be. Nothing pleased his brother. In the morning we made him breakfast, and made sure he was happy. Then we went on our daily routines. When I got home his brother was waiting for me.

"You spank Mack, eh?" He said sitting in the kitchen chair.

"When he deserves it," I say looking at him, my hands sweaty, and my heart racing.

"Good, I'm glad he has someone to spank him when he needs it," he says standing up and walking towards me. "I want you to spank me, and I'll decide if you do it properly."

"I couldn't-" I start before he cuts me off.

"Unless you want me to show you on your ass?" He asks in a rhetorical way.

"Fine," I say and he points me to the chair he was just in. "Go get the hairbrush then." He leaves and comes back with the hairbrush, and a belt.

"I need both since I went through your things while you were out," he tells me.

"Agreed," I say and motion for him to come forward. I undo his pants, and pull his underwear down. I pull him across my knee. "Privacy. Do you understand it? I'm thinking not, so I'm going to make you understand, young man."

My hand crashes down on his ass, over, and over, and over again. His ass turns bright red, and then I work on his top of legs, until they're nice and red. He starts wiggling, and that's when I grab the hairbrush and start using that to punish his naughty ass cheeks. His screams, and cries are ignored, as I turn his ass deep red. Once it's red enough, I stand him up, and bend him over the kitchen table. I double the belt over, and it crashes down on his ass over, and over, and over, and over again. He's bawling, and shaking.

"Get up. Go over to the corner, and I want your hands on your head, or else," I instruct him sternly, and he listens. After twenty minutes of reflection, I call him over to sit down and discuss. His bare ass on the hard wooden chair. "Did you learn a lesson?"

"Yes sir," he replies still hiccuping from crying so hard.

"Was it adequate enough for your brother too?" I ask him and he nods. "Good." I stand up and start to walk out when I turn around and look at him. "If you ever come back here, I hope you know, I'm in charge, not you."