Camp Spanko Adventures / A Changed Jeff Returns Home (1/2)

The following story is fiction about pre-teen brothers. The story contains scenes of spanking and strapping. If these subjects are offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.

This story is part of the series about Jeff going to Camp Spanko. It is best to start with the Camp Spanko Introduction.

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As this is fiction, we have ignored the Amtrak^® rules for unaccompanied minors and assumed that they can travel alone even at twelve.

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Camp Spanko Adventures of Jeff, Jishnu, Shad and Spence
A Changed Jeff Returns Home (1/2)
By
YLeeCoyote@juno.com

Camp Spanko had been exciting and did me a world of good. Visiting shidikisn [my blood brother] Jishnu's tribe and achieving their formal acceptance into his family was probably even more wonderful. But I have been away from home for almost three weeks and I'm glad to be returning.

Jishnu's cousin Itza-chu has taken us to the Winslow Amtrk^® station so I can get the Southwest Chief^® train at 5:39am just twenty minutes after sunrise. We drive through McDonald's so I have a bag with real food for breakfast on the train. I'm exhausted. We did not get any sleep last night but stayed totally close until Itza-chu came and said we had to go. Beside the hugs and kisses and the final fucks and spanks by the creek, I got a special farewell spanking by the station.

I lean on the bumper of the pickup, my jeans down and Jishnu's using my Camp Spanko tawse on me. More good stingers than I can count to give me that extra something to remember him and to be a good boy but most of all to show my kid brother Shad the deep red roast. As the train pulls out, I wave goodbye. I eat and fall asleep on my well-roasted butt (thankfully the seats are well paddled) thinking about all that happened and how I've changed. The conductor wakes me as we near Albuquerque where my family was waiting.

I am happy with whom I have become. I hope that my parents will appreciate how I have grown because I can never go back to what I once was even if they are not. I am certain that Shad will be delighted that I am a wimp no more.

I am met by my family. As you would expect Mother is excessively huggy and kissy right on the Amtrak^® station platform at high noon causing me the usual embarrassment. Dad just gives me a simple hug. Shad, as I expected, when giving me a quick hug asks in a whisper: "Are you still wimp?"

"No. I'm not a wimp anymore. We'll talk later without 'rents." I reply just as softly.

The folks, especially Mom, won't stop with the questions which get increasing intrusive and personal. It's so bad that Shad can't even get a word in. "Enough with the questions!" I say, exasperated as I have endured more than an hour of intense grilling after lunch. "I went to Camp Spanko and spanked and got spanked. I learnt a lot about myself and I grew. I had fun and more. I made a lifetime friend and we became blood brothers and his tribe has accepted me on their terms. A gentleman does not kiss and tell." The 'rents are surprised at this. "I'm not a baby anymore. You don't have to keep track of my bowel movements. I'll tell you more later; promise." While they are still in shock, I grab Shad's arm and head for our room. A younger brother is entitled to know more details – other sorts of details.

I want to talk with my brother and I am sure that he has lots of questions. He confesses that he missed me and I, truthfully, tell him I missed him even though he is a pest. I give him a little punch on the arm and we both laugh.

"So you really got spanked? A lot? Hard?"

"Yes, of course. That's why it's called Camp Spanko. I didn't go there to learn to knit. My last spanking was from Jishnu – my blood brother – more than eight hours ago. He gave it to me to remind me to be good and to be brave. I'm probably still a little red." I open my belt and drop my pants so that he can check. The deep redness has faded to a light rose. I hand him the tawse that I got in Camp. "Jishnu used this." As he inspected it, I suggested that he try it on his hand.

"That stings." he says, surprised. "They gave this to you in camp?" he adds seeing my name and the year along with the Camp's logo on the leather.

"You want a real taste? Then drop your pants and bend over." He is not the wimp I was and he gets into position immediately. I give him one light cut. "That's a very light stroke, Shad."

"Give me a real one, Jeff." demands my macho little brother living up to the bravery tradition of his ancient namesake in the Book of Daniel.

I do and he jumps. I let him inspect the results in a mirror. Then I have him get dressed. I show him how to use the tawse and make him practice a few times. "OK, I know exactly what is going on in your head. Just five, little brother." I tell him as I drop my pants and get into position.

He is enthusiastic and gives me five that Jishnu would have approved of. He is delighted at the results but especially that I took them bravely. He even noticed that my dick is not limp proving I'm not afraid.

"Jeff, you are no longer a wimp. I can be proud of you now." he exclaimed joyfully. That is the most wonderful thing that he could have said and exactly what Jishnu predicted. "Stay in position, naughty school boys always get SIX of the best." he says, remembering what our UK cousin Percy has written, unleashing a sixth cut. His aim is low and it gets me in the crease. I yelp at the pain.

He asks why and I explain about the extra sensitivity. "I'm sorry, I did not mean that." he replies. I forgive him. Apparently Shad is a caring top for he obviously enjoyed using the tawse on me.

"I trust that you will not talk of this with anyone especially the 'rents."

"I know when to keep a secret." he said annoyed, "I'm no baby either." He offered his pinky (which I grabbed with mine) to show he is swearing in earnest.

"What happened to your pubes, Jeff? When you left you had a little bush." My brother had watched along with myself over the last few months how I was maturing. I explained that as a prelude to my manhood ceremony they were shaved off as the pure blood Apaches do not have any body hair. "Now I got more hair than you, big brother." he said with a huge grin and dropping his pants to show me a few hairs that just started to erupt during my absence. "I guess this makes me the big brother." he laughed. He is a year ahead of me in development.

"Shad, please take my clothes to the laundry room before Mom uses that as an excuse to barge in on us." I'm half naked already and I quickly pile all my clothes from my bag on his out stretched arms. As soon as he is gone, I get into my authentic Apache outfit, feather and all. When Shad returns and sees me, his jaw drops. "I'm a real Apache now." I say. He does not really believe it until I show the tribal ID card that my now cousin Itza-chu gave me at the station. "Oh, I'm not a full tribal member but am recognized as an adopted member of Jishnu's family rather than a stranger."

I check my e-mail to see if Jishnu has sent me some pictures as he had promised. I'm sure glad that the 'rents are not watching. First is shidikisn and myself after I past all the tests and got dressed. Shad thinks Jishnu is overdressed but there are more pictures at the celebration and one with my "girlfriend" Liluye where she is in a fancy outfit. Then come a couple of problem ones – definitely not for the parents' eyes – for not only am I naked but with Liluye putting the sunblock on me. Shad just loves that one although he has trouble believing her aunt and mom (my adopted mon and aunt respectively) were watching. I'm glad that they don't show her preparing my pubes for the shaving.

After dinner I get a man-talk session with Dad and Shad. I remind Dad that we had talked about Shad watching me be punished meaning being spanked and I objected since I wanted privacy. Dad, of course, remembers and notes that he acceded to my wishes. "I have been doing a lot of thinking about this, Father, and you were right. Shad should watch you spanking me because it will teach him the cost of poor choices." I didn't mention that it will help me to continue to be brave.

Shad still recalled some spankings he witnessed years before and enjoyed as a spectator. My brother is a politician and tells Dad "I'll watch as you wish me to, Father." His smile shows that he is really happy with the new arrangement rather than considering it an onerous duty.

I tell Shad more over the next few days. One reason was he noticed the lack of my tan line. "I did not have drop seat pj's like we had as kids and the Camp's rule is that spanked butts must be on display. Besides the guys must skinny dip." That got him to thinking and he realized that the girls would have watched also. I confess that not only did I spank and get spanked by guys but likewise with gals. "Hey, a butt is a butt." I can see the question forming in his head so I add: "And some girls skinny dip too." He is impressed (and has another reason to look up to me).

Continue with: A Changed Jeff Returns Home (2/2)

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