Sibling Rivalry

Busted Part Two

At the hotel room, everyone changes out of their swimsuits and into their normal clothes, with the exception of Brianna, who went back into pjs for a nap. Liam wore a red Pokeball tshirt and black shorts. Mason wore green camouflage joggers and a white Nike t shirt. Rustin in grey skinny jeans and a neon green tank top. Alex in dark grey dress pants and a red metallic looking dress shirt. 

Once Bri was buried in fluffy blankets, and tightly hugging her new favorite stuffed animal, Alex returned to the living room where Rustin stood with both hands planted on the wall at his shoulder level, his cheeks blushed. Liam and Mason sat grinning on the couch, taunting their brother who was surely going to receive a healthy dose of karma.

"Alright, legs apart, c'mon." Alex sais firmly. He needed his son to understand it was not ok to just wander off. This wasn't home where he knew his son's hangout spots. It's unfamiliar territory.

Rustin groans and spreads his legs a bit, feeling the heat of humiliation in his cheeks.

"Do you know why you're getting punished?" Alex asks, wadding up the dark purple fabric of his sons boxer briefs in his hand, holding his folded over belt in his free hand.

"Because I left the water park" He groans

"No. Because you didn't TELL me." Alex frowns, firmly yanking his son's boxer briefs up his back. 

It made Rustin cringe and bite his tongue, standing on the tips of his toes to try to loosen the wedgie.

From the couch, Mason and Liam were grinning wide, leaning to the side for a better view of the display.

"I'm sorry" Rustin groans, his cheeks blushing redder as he feels his grey skinny jeans yanked just below his ass, whish was surely going to be bright red within the next few minutes.. hopefully it would go by quickly.

"Good, now try to keep your yelling to a minimum. Do you have any idea how cranky a tired sunburned four year old is?" Alex chuckles, giving the boxers another harsh tug, sending a clear display of power. 

His eyes close tightly in pain, wincing at the sharp pain between his legs. 

"I'm going to pull these up to your chest. All the way around. And your going to hold them up while you're spanked. Got it?" Alex sais firmly

Hearing the snickers and laughs from his two brothers, his cheeks only get redder.

"Got it.." 

"Great!"

Alex smirks and uses both hands to yank the sides of his boxer briefs brutally, the fabric making popping and snapping sounds in desperate protest. The whole time his son yipped and groaned in agony, squirming with his hands planted on the wall, a technique his father often used as a way to keep them from picking the wedgie or trying to block the spanks. 

It felt like an eternity before Alex had gotten the underwear stretched out enough to reach Rusty's chest, and upper back, an awful all around wedgie.

"Alright, hold em up. If I see them going down it'll be an atomic wedgie instead. Understand?"

"Yessir.." Rustin mutters, grabbing the sides of his boxers, holding them up at his chest. He knew better than to protest, he could only hope maybe his father would get a phone call from work that would prevent him from carrying out the punishment.

Alex snapped the belt against the palm of his hand. 

"Remember not to yell too much!" Mason chimes from the couch, Liam snickering and practically climbing over the top of the couch for a better view.