Date: Sat, 31 Aug 2002 19:09:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: jason159159 <Jason159159@ziplip.com>
Subject: Soccer Saturday- Danny's Bad Day

Disclaimer: This story is a work of FICTION. These events
never happened and no real teenagers had sex like this. So
if you are offended by descriptions of teenage boys in
sexual situations then please stop reading. Also please stop
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                       Soccer Saturday
                       Danny's Bad Day

I woke up at my usual time and rolled out of bed. I headed
for the can to take a piss and then looked in to see if
Danny was awake. I had heard him playing video games late
into the night and worried he might have stayed up way too
late for a school night. Sure enough, he was still sleeping
and was dead to the world. I shook him and got him roused.
"You're late man!" I said as I shook his shoulder "get your
ass up or you'll be in trouble". Danny mumbled and rolled
over. When he's tired he gets cranky. "Come on, you don't
want Dad to come up here looking for you" I warned, and with
that he started moving. I went back to my room and put on my
school uniform.

Downstairs at the breakfast table Dad was reading the paper,
Mom was looking at some business stuff for her job and I was
working on a plate of pancakes Esparanza had made for me.
Usually she arrives later in the day, so we cook our own
breakfast, but this time she came early so she could
supervise the guys working in the yard. Danny finally made
it to the table and I could see this was going to be a tough
day for him. He barely touched his hair with the comb, his
tie was crooked, and he had the look of a guy that had just
slept in his clothes all night. Dad was unimpressed.
"Daniel" Esparanza asked softly "Would you prefer pancakes
or eggs this morning?" Danny sucked down some orange juice,
"Whatever" he groaned.

Dad cast a cold look in Danny's direction. "Esparanza asked
you a question young man" he prompted. Danny hesitated for a
moment and then spoke, "Eggs please" he said "Thank you for
asking". Dad went back to his paper annoyed that his
youngest son hadn't shown better manners. We finished our
meal and all headed out. Danny grabbed his backpack and it
flipped upside down. The zipper wasn't closed and half his
stuff spilled onto the floor. "Shit!" he said while bending
down to gather it up. "What did you say?" Mom asked? Danny
looked up and was surprised to see she hadn't left the room
yet. "Sorry Mom" Danny said. "It just slipped out". Mom gave
him a stern look, "Just see that it doesn't happen again"
she said and then left the room. "The kid is on a roll", I
thought, "This just isn't his day".

We climbed into the limo, as Craig was going to drive that
day. "You're really look like shit today" I teased as we
settled into the back seat. "Fuck you!" he said with a lot
more attitude than I am used to taking from him. I was
pissed he was taking it out on me. "Shut it bro" I said with
menace in my voice "Or I'll take you out!" Danny turned away
from me and looked out the window "Whatever!" he grunted,
and then we both stopped talking. "Shit" I thought "the
little fucker better get his act together or he's going to
get his ass kicked" We were soon at school.

My first morning classes went well and the day was shaping
up pretty good for me. Travis and I made plans to hook up
the next day and we invited Tyler to join us. It looked like
a
nice party was shaping up. I was in the hall by my locker
when Danny's friend Brian walked up. "Hey Jason" Brian said,
"Danny asked me to give you a message"

I looked over, "OK" I said. "Danny's going to be late
leaving school today and he wanted you to know." I couldn't
figure out why he would be late, I know his schedule and
this wasn't his day for a late class. "What gives?" I asked
Brian.

"I don't think I should say" Brian replied. I leaned closer
to him to emphasize my 16 year old size (both height and
weight) to his 13. "I said, WHAT GIVES!" Brian took the hint
"We were in Mr. Billing's algebra class" Brian started "he
handed out an extra assignment on top of our usual stuff"

I could already see the picture in my mind. Danny was
struggling with algebra and didn't give a rat's ass for Mr.
Billings. "After Mr. B walked down the aisle, Danny said,
`Fuck! I'm really looking forward to doing more of THIS
SHIT!" I closed my eyes for a second and groaned. "Mr. B
heard what Danny said and gave him detention for three days.
So, he'll be doing algebra problems for an hour and a half
after school today thru Wednesday."

"Ok, tell Danny that everything will be ok" I said, "I will
call the security guys on my cell and tell them to come by
later" Brian started to leave "One more thing" I said, "Tell
him not to worry. Have him meet me in the gym when he's
done." Later that day when my classes were over I went to
the gym and shot hoops. Danny showed up an hour and half
later. "How you doing little guy?" I asked "I don't want to
talk about it" he coldly shot back. I thought for a second
and then let it go. "Screw it" I thought let him have his
space.

After supper Mom went to her study to make phone calls and
do some paper work. The rest of us went to the family room.
Danny was on the floor watching TV, I sat on the couch with
my back against the arm of the sofa, my knees bent, a laptop
on my crotch and was playing chess, and Dad was in his big
leather chair reading a business magazine. Mom came down a
little later. "Daniel" Mom spoke "I'd like you to go
upstairs and clean your room" she said. Danny never turned
away from the TV "I'll do it later" he mumbled. Mother took
a step further into the room "Daniel!" she said "I want you
to go up there and clean your room now!"

Danny turned slightly toward her, "I said I would do it
later!" he insisted "besides the housekeeper can do it
tomorrow." I looked at Mom and knew Danny was stretching his
luck. At 16 I have learned the limits of my Mom and Dad as
far as kids and their behavior is concerned. Danny is three
years younger and has three years less experience at knowing
where they draw the line. You can be yourself, but you are
also expected to behave. "That's not her job." Mother said
"Now let's see some action".

Danny turned back to the TV. "When this show is over." He
said, and then under his breath "Christ, a guy can't even
watch TV without being told what the fuck to do" Mom didn't
hear the last part, but Dad did. I quickly glanced at Dad
and knew Danny was a dead man walking.

"Daniel James!" my father burst out "You will not speak to
your mother like that!" Danny looked back and realized he
had messed up. "Ah, I'm sorry" he stuttered "I didn't mean
to, I mean I'll do whatever" he started to get up. Dad
looked at my mom and said, "I'll take care of this" and when
my mom saw his face growing red, the vein starting to pulse
at his neck, she excused herself, leaving us alone.

Danny had made the one mistake that is sure to bring instant
trouble. My Dad goes off like a rocket if we disrespect our
mother.

"Daniel! I've had it with your attitude today. It looks like
you need a lesson in respecting your mother, and also in
taking responsibility for cleaning your room" Danny was
really worried now. When dad says, "somebody needs a lesson"
it usually means that somebody is about to get an ass
whipping. I thought to myself, "the little Dweeb went way
the fuck too far this time" It was then I decided it was
time to excuse myself. "I'll go to my room dad" I suggested
and closed the laptop. "No!" I want you to stay here" Dad
replied. I sat back into the couch and tried to make myself
into a tiny ball. If there had been a hole anywhere in the
room I would have crawled in. This sure as heck wasn't my
fight and I sure as hell didn't want to get pulled into it.

"Daniel!" Dad said with authority "you know where IT is, go
get it and bring it back here" IT, was a small wood paddle
that had our school crest on it. It was given to Dad by the
school Trustees in appreciation for one of his large
financial gifts. Shaped like an old cricket bat or something
like that, it was a small replica of an athletic bat with a
handle and a wide flat side. When we were little we found
out that it wasn't just an appreciation gift, it could also
be put to another use, i.e. warming the rear of a
disobedient boy.

Danny looked at me, pleading. I gave him a look back like
"I'm sorry" and shrugged my shoulders and then another look
as if to say "You better go do it". He left the room and
soon returned from Dad's study with the paddle. "Take down
those jeans." Dad said. Danny unbuttoned the front of his
501's and slid them down. Luck had it he didn't wear panties
that day. "Now the shorts" said Dad, and Danny eased them
down as well. I saw his cock was shriveled up like when you
take a cold shower. His pecker seemed very tiny as if it was
trying to hide. "Face the pool table" Dad ordered and Danny
turned, putting his hands on the rail and spreading his legs
a little. Dad gently pushed his head down toward the table
and made sure his hips were such that his freshman ass was
pushed back. His butt was soft pink and also looked tiny and
vulnerable. As sad as it was to see him that way, my cock
twitched at the erotic image and got hard. Danny was crying
now. His spanking hadn't even started. He was crying because
everything had gone wrong all day and now he was about to
get his ass whipped besides. I could see he really didn't
know why it all happened.

Smack! The first blow landed. Smack! Smack! Smack! And with
each one Danny's rear grew more red and angry looking.
Danny's soft butt twitched in anticipation of the next
assault. I saw him flinch when, from the corner of his eye,
he caught sight of Dad's hand raised in the back swing. The
little guy was bent over the pool table, his jeans around
his ankles and his sweet ass was being tanned. I know he
wanted to put his hands back and save his ass, but he knew
Dad would give him worse.

I remembered back to when I was eight and had broken a lamp.
The problem wasn't the broken lamp but I lied to Dad about
it. That time I was the one bent over (his knee) my pj
bottoms around my ankles and it was MY ass that was being
paddled. I flinched when I heard the wood hit Danny's butt.
I still remember the pain and the tears.

Sometimes when Danny and I were caught fighting, we'd both
get
punished at the same time. Imagine two little shits with
bare asses hanging over the edge of the bed, waiting for our
turn. You know, its tough looking into the eyes of your
brother while you're both bent over and he is getting his
ass paddled. What was the worst, was knowing that you were
next.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Danny was really crying now. It was a
cry that was a combination of "everybody hates me!" and
"shit my ass burns". Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! And then it
was over. Danny was sobbing; the tears ran down his face and
stained his shirt. "Daniel!" Dad said "You will never
disrespect your mother again" he continued "and when asked
to do chores around this house you will do so without
question" he finished "Are we clear on that?"
Danny rubbed the tears from his eyes and slowly pushed up
from his bent over position at the pool table. "Yes Sir" he
said "Very clear on that" and with that Dad looked in my
direction with his eyes blazing as if to say "and YOU better
remember that as well Mr.!" and then he rubbed Danny's
shoulder for a moment and
left the room.

I got up and put my arm around Danny. He fell into me and we
hugged. He continued his crying and the sobs were long and
came from a place deep in his soul. It wasn't his ass he was
crying about, it was much more. I lightly kissed him on the
forehead.

"Pull your pants up kiddo" I whispered. "Let's get your room
clean" We went upstairs and I helped him put things back
into order. As he sat down on his bed I could see that Dad
had really made sure the lesson was understood. "Pull down
your pants" I said, "Let's get something on that ass of
yours." I ran cold water over a washcloth and with Danny on
his stomach and his head buried under a pillow I softy laid
the cold cloth on his rear. "Maybe this will take some of
the fire out" I said and we stayed like that for a few
minutes. "Jase?" Danny whimpered "why did everything go
wrong today?" I thought for a minute and then answered "Who
knows? Maybe your 13 year old hormones whacked you out,
maybe you didn't get enough sleep, maybe you were trying
just a little too hard to be a wise ass like me" Danny
giggled a little "Well I'm not a wise ass, but I think now
you could say I am a pain in the ass!" we both smiled.
"Tomorrow will be better" I offered.

I put a couple more cold cloths on his rear and the redness
faded a bit. I softly caressed his butt and Danny moaned. I
could see having my hand back there was giving him a hard
on. "Want me to play with it" I asked? "Yeah" Danny said. I
got up and went to his desk. Brian had given him several
pair of girls' panties and these were in his top drawer
along with a rubber dildo. I grabbed his KY and came back to
his bed. "How about some fun with Brian's toy?" I asked?
"Cool!" Danny said and wiggled his rear in anticipation. I
carefully pulled his cheeks open and softly greased my
brother's hole. Then I greased the slick black rubber penis.
I probed his hole with my finger and shoved deep inside.
"Aaah" Danny groaned "Jase that's great!" I love the feel of
his ass. He grunted, gripped my finger and then released it.
Danny was playing a game with his sphincter. "Ready?" I
asked? "Yeah" he replied, and I eased the mushroom head of
the fake cock into his butt.

 "Shit!" Danny groaned "Fuck me with it Jase" he pleaded. I
slowly shoved all seven inches of that rubber dong up his
boy ass. He rose off the bed and shoved his pink sore cheeks
back at me trying to swallow it all with his cunt. I pulled
the tool back and then rammed it forward. "Take it all
Danny!" I whispered and fucked him deeper with Brian's toy.
Again and again, in and then out and then in again I fucked
him. Danny was really hard now and was stroking himself
while fucking back at my hand and the rubber dick. He was
masturbating himself as if he was alone, but he was also
getting off on the idea it was his brother that was
pleasuring his ass. Longer and longer we went like that. I
got hard watching my little brother masturbate and hearing
his groans. "Uuh, oh god, oh god," he grunted `Shit!" and
then he tensed up and shoved his ass back hard against the
toy prick, impaling himself fully on it. Then he shot "Aaah"
He grunted "I'm cumming man!" and he shot all over his bed.
The cum made a stain on his sheet. His belly and prick were
wet.

He collapsed as I softly touched his ass with my finger tips
and eased the dildo out of his rectum. He turned his head
toward me "Thanks Jase" he said "I needed that, I really,
really did" His breathing started to return to normal. "No
problem, kid" I said "Next time you can do something for me"
"Now get some sleep"

Danny got up, stripped, went to the can and wiped his ass
and then went to bed naked. Even girls' panties would have
felt heavy on his sore ass. With all the emotions of the
day, the ass whipping, and the butt fuck with Brian's toy,
Danny was totally worn out. Soon he was fast asleep.

The next day Danny was quiet, he also seemed just a little
older than the 13 year old that had gone to bed the previous
night. He showed all of us more respect. He wiggled his butt
in the chair several times, but I knew that what he learned
hadn't come so much from his punishment than from the fact
that he was growing up. One small step at a time, my little
brother was starting to become a young adult, and then a
man. God I love the little guy even if he is a pain
sometimes.

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