Bangtang house spanking story.

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Namjoon pov:
I finished with my 3 youngest, and called my 9 year old over.
"Hoseok, come here now." I said no emotion in my voice whatsoever. I was expecting an argument but surprisingly he came willingly, shuffling his feet toward me, hanging his head down.
"Hoseok, you're the second oldest! You have no excuse as to why your chores aren't done, or why you weren't watching your brothers! You do not EVER leave the little ones by themselves! They could get hurt!"
"But Daddy, Yoongi is older than me! Aren't they his job?"
"Your brothers are not anybody's JOB! They're your brothers. You watch them because you live here! I'm taking your video games away for 5 days. Now you can earn them back"
"Fuck that! You're not taking anything away!"
I gave him a sharp swat to his bottom.
"Now it's a whole week! I tried to be rational but you just crossed the line! Bend over the couch!"
"No daddy, I don't want to!" He said now crying, but I knew they were just crocodile tears.
"Bend over the couch NOW! And since you argued, pants off! I was going to be lenient with you, but you lost that privilege! If you want to keep your boxers on I don't want to hear another word!"
Hoseok pov:
Threat received I meekly lowered my sweats and bent over, making my bottom a good target. Dad lifted my long hoodie up exposing my entire bottom, the thin layer of clothing was not going to help much.
"Do you realize how dangerous it is to leave your brothers alone!? I understand Yoongi was in charge, but you have to have a sense of responsibility! Since you were just following your brother though, I'm just using my hand. Your getting 15."
I closed my eyes and braced myself for the hit.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Fuck he was going hard. He must be super pissed. My bottom was being lit on fire!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Dammit I tried not to cry, but it was so hard. I let out a pathetic sob.
"Daddy, please stop." I was crying, nose running and shaking.
"I'll give you a choice, because you're getting worked up baby. Breathe with me. You still have 7 hits left. I'll lower it to 5 but the rest will be bare. You can lower your boxers, or take the rest of the 7."
I sniffled, and nodded.
"I'll take them off." I barely got out bottom lip quivering. I was so humiliated, as there was no door to the living room we were in and anyone could walk in any second. I lowered my boxers and bent over the couch, embarrassed, because I hadn't been spanked bare in a hot minute. He wasted no time laying one spank after the other.
*SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!*
Dammit it hurt like hell. I didn't want to cry but I couldn't help it. I burst into tears.
"Shhhh it's ok baby, you're ok... daddy's not mad, it's over." I felt him caress my back and upper bottom, calming me down.
"I love you Hoseok. I need to deal with your older brother now." He said kissing pulling me up and kissing me on the cheek. I kissed him back, pulled my pants up, and went to go watch tv.
"Yoongi, you can't avoid this! Unless you want a belt on your bare backside come here NOW!"
That threat was enough for my 11 year old to run to me.
"Dad! You never do it like that!" Yoongi whined.
"I don't want to, but if you push me, I will. However, because this mostly falls on you, I will be using a belt. 12 hits, on your boxers!" Come to think of it Yoongi had never had a belt on less than his jeans.
"A belt...on my underwear?" He asked, shuffling nervously.
"Yes baby, you're brothers could've been seriously hurt. It won't be fun but I promise to make it quick. Please lower your jeans." I said undoing my belt. He surprisingly, didn't argue, I think he was too terrified.
Yoongi pov:
Fuck what did I get myself into. I couldn't even argue, my mouth just stopped, which was different for me. I humbly lowered my jeans.
"Can I go over your lap daddy? I'm sorry I'm just scared." He nodded and patted his lap and I submissively bent over it. I gripped on his pant leg bracing myself.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK'n
Fuck the belt stung like a bitch. I was already wailing.
"5 more Yoongi, it's ok go ahead and cry, I know it hurts."
*SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!"
I couldn't help it, I was crying like a little baby. The belt was 10 times worse than the hand, every hit left a bad sting.
"Shhhhh..... all done Yoongi, all done." Daddy patted my back and sat me on his lap.
"Daddy never wants to use a belt again. Please, I just want you to be responsible. I love you Yoongi." He kissed my cheek, which I was embarrassed and wiped it off.
"Hey! Blegh! Dad I'm too old to kiss!"
He chuckled.
"But I love you too dad. I'm sorry."
"It's ok baby. You know you're grounded too right."
I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah sure dad."
"You boys can earn your games back when I feel you've been responsible enough for that privilege."