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You Are Never Too Old for a Spanking
How I learned that I am never too old for a spanking

by Jason_Gallagher

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Copyright on this story text belongs at all times to the original author only, whether stated explicitly in the text or not. The original date of posting to the MMSA was: 16 Sep 2010

This is the story of how I learned that one is never too old for a spanking. Let me start by introducing myself – my name is Jason, and I live with my older brother Josh who is fifteen years my senior. Ever since our parents died in a car crash when I was four, Josh has taken care of me. Josh was only nineteen at the time, and I certainly don't envy him having to take care of a little kid at that age. I am now seventeen and a senior in high school, and Josh and I live together in our parents' house.

It might sound fun to be raised by an older brother, but Josh was very strict. There were rules, and there were consequences for breaking them. Any time I didn't do my homework, got in trouble at school, talked back or forgot household chores, it was inevitable that Josh would pull down my pants and underwear, then put me over his knee and spank me until I was red and sore for days. Ever since I can remember, Josh has been spanking me, and it hurts, but I know he does it because he loves me and wants me to grow up properly.

I remember being fourteen coming home at 3 AM one Saturday night. I was at my best friend Nick's house, where we were hanging out with our other best buddy Elliott. Nick's parents fell asleep, and I lied and told my friend's that I could stay since I didn't have a curfew. Nick lived nearby, and I only left his house at 2:45 AM. Josh was waiting for me when I came in the front door, and you can bet that he was mad.

"Jason, where have you been? Do you know what time it is? It's hours past your curfew," he hissed angrily.

"Whatever, I'm too old for a curfew," I foolishly and belligerently retorted.

"You are not too old for a curfew, and while you under our father's roof you will follow the rules! If I had come home this late when dad was alive, do you know what he would have done?"

I blushed and looked down at the floor without answering because I knew where this was going.

"He would have put me over his knee and spanked me until I couldn't sit for a week," Josh reminded me. "Dad used to spank me all the time, and I'm glad he did. It's the only way that boys learn, and if he was here he would spank you right now! Since he isn't here any more it's my job to teach you to behave."

Josh grabbed my arm and started to pull me towards the dining room. That was his favourite place to spank me because there were these old wooden chairs that didn't have arms. It was too easy for him to sit down and put me over his knee in the perfect position for spanking a naughty boy. He reminded me that he was spanked in the exact same way countless time when he was growing up.

Seeing as how I was fourteen and foolish I struggled with him, but he was a tall, strong guy. He towered over me at 6'2, and his arms were powerful from all the long hours he worked as a carpenter to support us. He was a very handsome man, with dark brown hair and eyes. My colouring was the same, but I was only 5'6 at that point and very scrawny.

"You can't spank me, I'm too old for that! Let me go!" I foolishly shouted in vain.

"I was 18 the last time dad spanked me, and I deserved it. You are going to get it, and the more you keep talking, the worse it will be!" countered Josh.

Soon he dragged me to the dining room and pulled up one of the dreaded chairs with his free hand. He was still holding onto my left arm with his right hand, and his grip was powerful and impossible to escape. Josh sat down in the chair, and then proceeded to unbuckle my belt and then unbutton my jeans. Soon my pants were down around my ankles, and my underwear quickly followed. I was only wearing a t-shirt, and it barely fell below my waist. Being fourteen, I was very uncomfortable with my own body, and having my older brother seeing my dick and pubes was humiliating. I covered my crotch with my hands, but soon I was over his knee anyway. My feet were touching the floor, and my pants and underwear were bunched up around my ankles. My hands also touched the floor, and I stared at the carpet, dreading the inevitable.

"You know that your curfew is 11 o'clock on weekends, and you know what happens when you don't follow rules in this house. You have been a very bad boy, Jason, and bad boys get their bare bottoms spanked."

Jason had been saying that ever since I can remember, and hearing it again made me feel like a little boy. Lying over his knee, listening to him scold me, I was no longer the cocky, defiant teen I was a few minutes ago. I looked back and saw Josh raise his right hand high in the air, while holding me in position with his left.

SMACK! Josh brought his down right in the center of my ass, and it stung. It had been a month since my last spanking, and I had forgotten how much it hurt. I clenched my fists, but I was determined to show him that I was a man, and that I wasn't going to cry out.

SMACK! Josh brought his hand down on my left cheek, and it was harder than the first one.

SMACK! This time on my right cheek.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Josh continued to smack my bare butt, but I was determined not to make a sound as I clenched my fists.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! My butt already felt like it was on fire, and at this point I couldn't help squirming.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I was starting to kick my legs, and I was really wiggling all over his lap, but it did no good. My older brother continued to spank my naughty bottom, and there was nothing I could do about it.

"Ow! Ouch!" I was humiliated by my outburst, but it hurt so much that I couldn't help it.

"This is what happens when you don't follow the rules! You broke the rules, Jason. Bad boys get spanked!"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Josh continued his assault, determined to cover every inch of my insolent flesh.

At this point I was kicking, squirming and whimpering. I gave up on my dream of being strong and brave, and I gave in completely, hoping that my punishment would soon be over. My butt felt like it was on fire, and I was regretting breaking my curfew. How could I have forgotten how hard Josh spanked! I tried to cover my butt with my right hand, but Josh pinned it behind my back, and repositioned me so that my butt was high in the air. He continued smacking my ass, and at this point I was kicking a lot. This did not deter him, as he simply put his right leg over mine and continued swatting harder and faster.

"Please! I'll never do it again, I promise!" I sobbed.

"I'm sure that you won't, because you know what happens when you break the rules!"

I was very sore at this point, and completely broken. I was sobbing, and tears started to fall from my eyes and land on the floor.

"Are you ever going to break your curfew again?" Josh demanded.


"Ow! No sir, never again!"


"If you do, you know what will happen!"


"Have you learned your lesson, young man?"


"Oow! Yes. Please, I'll never do it again!"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Then it stopped, and I prayed that my spanking, which I knew I deserved, was over. I stayed over Josh's knee sobbing for a minute, and I wiped the tears from my eyes, hoping he wouldn't see them.

"Stand up, boy!" he commanded, and I obeyed promptly.

I was naked from the waist down, and I rubbed my very sore butt trying to take the sting out. My penis and pubes were exposed, but at this point I was beyond embarrassed, and it didn't matter any more. I couldn't bear to look him in the eye, so I just stared at the floor. I have no idea what my face looked like, but I imagine that it was as red as my ass, and it must have been covered in tears.

Josh stood up and hugged me. He gently lifted my face up with his hand and looked me in the eye.

"You know that I love you, and that this was for your own good?" he asked me.

"Yes, Josh. I'm sorry, I know I deserved it," I replied. I stared into my brother's eyes with admiration hoping that I could be just like him someday.

"Jason, you were a very bad boy, and you deserved to be spanked! If you ever break the rules in this house again, you will be over my knee and we will do this all over again. Do you understand?!"

"Yes, sir."

"Now go stand in the corner and think about what you've done!"

I knew the drill, and I wasn't about to go against him now for fear of ending up over his knee again. I walked over to the corner of the dining room with my pants and underwear still around my ankles. I put my hands behind my head, and I remained there silently with my naked, sore ass exposed. I was overwhelmed with guilt, and I felt like I had let my older brother down.

After what seemed like an eternity, Josh told me to go to bed. I pulled up my pants and underwear and ran up to my room. Once I had arrived, I closed the door and started to undress. My chest was hairless at this point, but I had hair under my armpits. Soon I was naked and I went to look in the mirror. My face was indeed a deep shade of red, and there were dried tears on my cheeks. I lifted my arms and admired the healthy bush that I was growing in my pits.

I decided to turn around to inspect the damage. My butt was very, very red. Both cheeks and the tops of both thighs were bright red, and there was not a spot left untouched. Josh sure did a great job of spanking me. My crimson cheeks were a stark contrast to my white thighs and back. I rubbed my butt again, and I wondered if Nick and Elliott were ever spanked. If they were spanked, did they still get it, and in what position, and with what? Josh only ever used his hand on me, although he once threatened to use a belt when I was particularly disobedient.

As I continued rubbing my sore, red ass, admiring Josh's work in the mirror, I started to get hard. I turned around and admired my raging hard-on in the mirror, and I began stroking myself with fervour. I had seen Nick naked many times, and we had jerked off together a few times as well. I imagined licking his body up and down, and taking his penis in my mouth and sucking his smooth cock and balls until he shot his load into my mouth. I knew that he was cut, and he was certainly well endowed.

For a few years I had wanted to kiss Nick and to have my way with his gorgeous body. He was a handsome young man with dark brown curly hair and dreamy brown eyes. He was about my height and scrawny like I was. He also had a thick mane of curly pubic hair as well as hair in his armpits. Just the thought of him made me hard, and I longed to smell him and touch him. The closest I had come was lying in his bed, both of us naked and jerking off side by side.

As these thoughts raced through my head I shot my load all over my dresser. I found a sock that was lying on the floor and mopped up the mess. I put my pajamas on, and I picked up all the clothes that were lying on the floor. I didn't want Josh to see my messy room the next morning, because I knew it would lead to another spanking.

When my room was tidy, I hopped into bed. My butt was still sore, so I rolled over onto my stomach. I pulled down my pajama pants and continued to rub the sting out of my sore butt until I fell asleep.

The next morning Josh woke me up, and I went downstairs for breakfast. Our kitchen had wooden chairs, and it hurt to sit down in them. I squirmed uncomfortably, and Josh noticed and chuckled.

"That will teach you not to break curfew," he said, smiling.

That was neither the first nor the last time that my older brother spanked me. To confirm that I am indeed never too old for a spanking, the last time I was over his knee was only a few weeks ago. I was trying to show off while my friends were over, and Josh would not have it. But that is another story...

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