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

Camp Spanko has really changed my brother.  Best of all he is not the wimp that he was only a month ago.  He has been very willing to tell me about his experiences in ways that he wouldn't even hint of with the 'rents.  Before he returned I thought that spanking was only for punishment but Jeff has explained that some guys (and gals) find that it is fun in the right setting.  Some guys even like the pain as well as the afterglow of a spanking.  At the Camp it was neat because everyone approved of spanking.  Initially, I did not like the nudist feature of the camp but with time I understood it fitted in.  It was the same with girls also being campers.  Since I hear of equality of the sexes, why not at place for spanking.

I believed Jeff when he told me he is not a virgin anymore for that is certainly believable with everyone running about naked and he has been so open with me about everything.  He insists that there is very little fucking (at least publicly) about because everything is so open.

I got to see Dad spank him last night.  For no good cause he kept putting off cleaning up the yard even though Dad warned him several times that he is losing patience.  Of course, I got to watch the entire show.  It was just like my spanking from Dad will be in a year plus when I graduate to the belt except that it was Jeff, rather than I, getting it.  Dad came to our room and asked Jeff if there was any reason not to spank him.  Jeff didn't have any so Dad immediately began to strip him.  I felt safe as Jeff lost item after item even though the thin cloth of my pants wouldn't really be any protection if Dad pulled me over his lap and laid into me.

Once my brother was starkers, Dad had him bend over leaning on his bed with his butt sticking up and presenting a good target for his belt.  From my experience with Jeff's tawse I knew that Dad's belt would hurt a lot more than just his hand.  It was no surprise that after a few WHACKS Jeff began to cry.  Dad stopped, stood Jeff up, gave him a hug and parked him in the corner.  Dad asked me what I learnt and I said: "One better do one's chores."  Dad liked that answer and told me to keep Jeff in the corner for twenty minutes.

I sat there absolutely mesmerized watching my big naughty brother's butt radiate heat as he stood there in pain for twenty long minutes definitely liking that I was in control since I had the clock.  I hoped that Jeff had learnt his lesson since that surely was a painful spanking and I felt sorry for him even though he rightly deserved it.  I decided that even though he cried, the spanking was severe enough that he was not being wimpy.

"Jeff, you may get out of the corner now."  I ordered and then I told him that he did OK being strapped.  Jeff insisted that I take a picture of his red hot tail and send it to Jishnu with my honest assessment of his behavior.

I realized that I had enjoyed this spanking just like some of my friends had enjoyed seeing their siblings spanked.  They never said that they would like to have done the spanking but I knew that I wished I had.  I had the same feelings each time that Dad's belt came crashing down on Jeff's butt that I did when I used the tawse on Jeff's butt – especially that extra stroke  – the day he returned home.

I had the most wonderful dream that night stimulated by all the wild thoughts I had watching Jeff's radiating butt.

The folks went out and left Jeff and I by ourselves.  "Jeff you are old enough not to need a babysitter and Shad you are grown up enough that you can stay with your brother." they said.  "We expect that you both will do your homework and not kill each other."

It was the first time we were alone.  I figured I might as well do my homework and have the weekend to play in.  Jeff was not so conscientious for he wanted to play video games.  He kept bugging me until I lost patience with him.  "Don't spoil things.  This is a test – fuck it up and they'll get a babysitter for us again."  He just looked at me and resumed playing.

"OK boy, you bring me your tawse right now or I'll tell the 'rents you can NOT be trusted, Jefferson Peter Oldenburg."  He turned pale.  "I mean it – get the tawse.  You need a good spanking." I barked at him.  His jaw dropped and he was at a loss for words.  "GET IT!  NOW!"  That got him moving and he brought me the effective tool.  "Strip!" I commanded and he again obeyed.  He got into position and I ordered him to count.

WHACK!

"One, Sir." he responded.  I gave him the other five putting the sixth on that sensitive crease for extra impact making him jump.  "Six, Sir."

"Now get to your homework; pronto."

We both worked until bedtime when we turned in.  Once the lights were out, Jeff thanked me for making him do the right thing.

I was absolutely elated.

Of course, it was only a dream but I sure wished that it was real.

* * * * * * * * * *

One of the loose ends I needed to wrap up was my cousin Percy in the UK.  For years he had been boasting about how all his older male relatives and their peers had gotten their bums thrashed (his words) all the time when they were in school.  I had always been at a loss to respond because my forebears never told such tales.  There were hints about woodsheds but nothing but my own very puny OTK hand spankings from Dad.  Now, thanks to Camp Spanko School I had lots of stories and in the first person present rather than third or fourth person in the distant past.

I e-mailed him a report of my peudo-UK Public School experience of six-of-the-best (well, just four for me) with the cane complete with some pictures.  I think that I won that competition for it took him five days to reply with just two words (that would have earned him a thrashing in school back when it still happened) – "BLOODY HELL!"  A couple of days later, he asked for more info hoping to match my experience since there wasn't any way he could get thrashed properly in the UK.  "I don't think your folks will let you fly the six thousand miles (ten thousand kilometers) just to get caned no matter how good or bad you are."

Shad, was also pissed about his bragging, suggested that I tell him we (yes, his choice of pronoun) had our own tawse.  I expanded on that by adding that we used it on each other just to see what his third (and even fourth) hand talk was really all about.  Shad challenged me on the veracity of that for the couple of cuts I gave him the day I returned did not count.  I had to agree it was inaccurate and that we must exchange tawsings so it would be the absolute truth.  Since we were alone, we did it right away.

Shad removed his jeans and got into position.  "No holding back – make it real big brother."  I did not have any choice by this time so I gave him six good stingers.  Shad took it very well and although his ass was glowing, he had not yelled or moved – just like Jishnu when he got it from the bullies on the rez.  I complemented him on how well he took it and then it was my turn.  I could not get ready like Shad but I did not bolt either.  He gave me six hard cuts for which I yelped for each one but managed to stay in position.  "Jeff, two months ago you would have run away and if caught would have needed to be tied down.  You have greatly improved.  Now let's send our uppity cousin some pictures and put him in his place."

Needless to say, I was very proud of my kid brother.  I told him that, but not that he put me in my place also by being so brave and strong.  He's so very much like shidikisn Jishnu.

* * * * * * * * * *

Jeff didn't tell the whole story about our exchange of rump roasting.  Well, what he said was true but what he left out was that each cut I gave him was accompanied by an admonishment not to lie.  I also laid it on as hard as I could to maximize the punishment aspects.  He was not bawling at the end but definitely was sobbing.  A couple of months ago he would have been bawling after the first couple so he had come a long way from being a wimp.  I'm proud of him for that and he knows it.

It was just a few days later that I had occasion to tawse my brother again.  The 'rents had been after him to do some chores and he was putting them off again.  Of course, I could have just let Dad call him to task for this and enjoy watching his getting strapped but it's not so good for me to let Dad develop a spanking habit, so I decided to call him on this myself.

"Your blood brother would not be pleased by your failures to do your chores, Jefferson." I told him sternly, "You need a good hard tawsing.  Go get it."  Without a word he got it and handed it to me.  "Strip." I commanded and he did.  I then gave him his due of six sharp cuts on his bare butt being sure to get him in the crease a couple of times. "Get dressed and do your chores, Jefferson." I ordered him.

"Yes, Sir." he replied and went right at it.  My big brother needs a firm hand.

* * * * * * * * * *

As I tended to my chores with my butt red hot, thanks to my kid brother, I did some thinking.  Not only did I change while I was away but there have been changes in Shad as well.  He looks up to me as his big brother who is always there to help and guide him in a way that he did not before that I really like.  Also, he has started to change into a man at a slightly younger age than I did so is catching up that way.  He definitely reminds me of shidikisn with his great moral strength and leadership qualities.  He has spanked me a couple of times when I have deserved it.

The strange thing is that I submitted to him willingly just like he was in charge of me or at least my discipline.  Although I did spank a few times at Camp, I never really disciplined anyone.  (The two bullies on the rez that I thrashed was when I was just acting for Jishnu and it was angry revenge rather than proper punishment discipline.)  It is almost like there is a second Shad.  The normal one who is my kid brother and looks up to me.  The metaphysical one who cohabits my kid brother's body and spanks me when I am naughty.  I wondered what this all means and if Shad realizes what he has done.

Shad answered my unvoiced question soon after.  "Jeff, you are like Pinocchio.  You have a Conscience – this tawse.  When you do wrong, it punishes you.  It needs help, however.  It needs someone to wield it and roast your naughty butt."  He paused and then continued: "Right?"

I was dumbfounded for not only did he know what he was doing to me but he had figured it out long before I did.  I'm sorry that I didn't agree forcefully but with only a weak "Yea." which got me chastised for being wishy washy.  He went on to saying that he would take the job of assistant to my Conscience.  "I promise also to be fair and just, my big brother."

I was silent because I did not know what to say.  Shad continued, however, telling me that he loved and admired me but there were times I needed correction and since fortunately I had grown out of being a wimp and now had a proper Conscience he could help.

* * * * * * * * * *

It took several hours of discussion with Jeff to come to a full agreement which was just about what I initially proposed.  He never had any trouble with the first part – that I was the kid brother who idolized him and looked to him for advice about everything.  It was the second part that was hard – that I was also his disciplinarian who would keep him on the straight and narrow with the aid of his "Conscience" to make sure he remained worthy of being my idol.

His arguments were weak and I reminded him how I had already effectively tawsed him twice with good results.  He admitted that was true.  He also could not deny that he was hard for the whole discussion.  I got him talking about the experiences and he admitted that my spanking had done exactly what they were supposed to do – recognize his faults, have the slate wiped clean and even be taken down a peg or two.

We agreed on a trial arrangement which either of us could terminate it before I gave Jeff another three spankings after that it would become permanent and we would tell the folks.  That would protect Jeff from parental spankings and double jeopardy.  I was delighted with the arrangement because I loved the power I had over my wonderful brother who was occasionally naughty.  I was helping to make him better.  Jeff's feelings were a bit mixed but he quickly shifted to full approval.  I'll skip the problems we had getting the 'rents to accept it but they agreed to see how it worked out.  They were happy after a few months saying we both were better behaved.

Continue with: Camp Spanko Application Essay – Shad

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