“Put your paddle back, Kevin,” he ordered me. “Luke, get yours and get over my lap. Kevin, get back over there and face the wall.”
With my sobbing died down I went over to the wall, rubbing my sore back side. I closed my eyes as I heard Luke get his deterrent spanking and counting off each lick as it feel down. Hearing someone getting theirs when you knew that your had it coming too was worse then actually getting it. It seemed to last forever, but in actually it was only a few minutes.
“You’re done, Luke,” my father said. “Get your clothes on and go to bed.” I heard the dresser open as Luke got his clothes out. After a few moments Luke made his exit from the spanking room. I was still facing the wall.
“Alright, then, Kevin” my father said as I felt my knees shake. “Give me your paddle and get over my knee.” I did as he said, wishing it was over with already.
“I’m extremely disappointed in you, Kevin,” my father stated with me over his knee with my already red ass sticking out. “Smoking is a very bad habit. Not to mention that throwing them away in the trash can could have started a fire. You don’t want to experience what will happen to you if this type of behavior continues after I’m done here tonight.”
The first swat landed with a smack on my left cheek, causing me to kick in the air. “One, sir!” God, it hurt and this was on the first one. There was another smack on my right cheek. “Two, sir!” Without any hesitation he repeated it again, first left then right cheek. “Three, sir! Four, sir!” He let them down with more force now causing me loss my balance on his knee. “Five, sir! Six, sir!” He placed his arm around the small of my back holding me in place. “Seven, sir! Eight, sir!”
I was crying, tears rushing down my face. “I’ll be good! I’ll be good!” I protested, not really knowing why I was saying it since I really didn’t do anything wrong. “Please!”
“Oh, you’ll be good,” my father said crossly. “But, you still have seven more coming.”
The next two fell down with a loud smack. “Nine, sir! Ten, sir!”
I began to hopelessly try to cover my blistering ass with my hand, but my father was pinning my arm to my side. “Eleven, sir! Twelve, sir!”
“I’m sorry, sir! Please no more,” I sobbed in hopes to stop it now.
“I’m sorry too, son,” my father replied. “Just three more to go to get the message across.”
The next two came down causing me to wail. “Thirteen, sir!” I sobbed loudly before getting the next number out, “Fourteen, sir!”
“Okay,” my father informed me. “This is the last one to get my message through to you. There will be no more smoking in my house or outside of my house.” He pulled back and hit my backside with the wooden paddle. I let out a shriek as I kicked both of my feet up in the air. “Fifteen, sir!”
“Get up,” my father ordered me. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
“Thank you …” I paused sobbing trying to get the words out, “for … spanking me …. sir.” I stopped and sobbed some more. “I’m sorry … for smoking. I’ll … I’ll never … never do … it again.”
“I hope so,” my father said to me. “Now get your clothes on and get to bed.”
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The afternoon of the following day I went into Luke’s room. He was laying on his bed listening to his stereo. He looked over at me, smiling coyly. “Well,” he asked. “Did you finally come to your senses and realize that I could make you do anything I want?”
I nodded my head, not giving him the satisfaction to hear me actually say that he could.
“And you came in here to suck my dick?”
I nodded again. I could feel my own dick getting hard with the thought. He could see my face flush with embarrassment as a smile played across his lips. He sat up on the side of the bed as I closed the door behind me. Then he unzipped his pants and took out his already harden cock. I got down on my knees in front of him and wrapped my hand around it, slowly stoking it up and down.
“Don’t jack me off,” he ordered me. “I want you to suck me until I cum down your throat.”
I have secretly always wanted to suck off a guy, but never did I think that the first time I would do it would that person be my own brother. I closed my eyes, stuck out my tongue and licked the entire length of his cock starting at the base and going about half way up. I then went back down to the base with my tongue and this time went up to the very tip of his cock. I could taste his pre cum.
“Oh, fuck, yeah,” he exclaimed. “You like that, don’t you?” I felt the blood rush to my cheeks, not answering him. “Open up your mouth for me.”
I did as he told me and he slapped the head of his cock against my tongue. Then he pushed his cock inside of my mouth. Just a little bit at first, but with each thrust he went further and further down my throat.
“Go ahead, suck it,” he said.
I began to bob my head up and down on his cock. I was enjoying sucking a cock, even if it was my brother. After a few minutes of doing this he grabbed the back of my head and was fucking my mouth. “Fuck, yeah,” he said. “Get ready for it! I’m about to cum!”
With his hands still holding my head in place over his cock, he pushed it deeply down my throat. With a grunt he shot his load of semen right down my throat. I started to gag, tasting his seed. I felt really dirty and used, but it was turning me on.
After he was done he took his dick out. “Thanks, little bro,” he said rustling my hair with his hand. “Now get out of her and go to your room and jack off.” He laughed as I went out the door.