Date: Tue, 10 Feb 2004 23:19:32 -0500 From: Eric Lattenhaus Subject: SPANKING PADDLING AND BROTHER LOVE - Chapter 1 - Incest & Authoritarian SPANKING PADDLING AND BROTHER LOVE - Chapter 1 --by Eric L. *** ADULT FICTION *** erotic_dreams_story@hotmail.com Please put PADDLE in your email subject. Thank you. --Eric ~~~~~~~ DONATE to Nifty ~~~~~~~ _________________________________________________________________ ``` IF YOU ARE UNDER LEGAL AGE, DO NOT READ ``` ``````````````````````````````````````````````` SPANKING PADDLING AND BROTHER LOVE - Mike's Story - Chapter 1 [Story of John Carnslee and his three teen sons: Twin boys, Derek and Travis, 16; and the younger son, Jeffrey, 14. The father does not participate in his son's sex acts.] Although he had his odd ways--some that might incur strong disapproval from society's circles--John was a good parent. The man wasn't mean. Far from it--John Carnslee was kind. He was, however firm and fair--these are important qualities to have when raising three teenage boys alone as he was. Corporal punishment was no issue to John until the twins reached the age of about 2 years, (around the time John's third son, Jeffrey was born). At that time, what had been little thumps on the rump became a bit more attention-getting. There was still no real pain--just hurt pride--enough to drive out the devil and make them learn to behave and think rightly. John loved his boys. The diligent dad never enjoyed spanking his sons, but as they got older, one thing became clear--they needed harder and more consistent punishment. On a trip to London, when Karl and Derek were 12, and Jeffrey was 10, John visited a type of shop he never knew existed--a shop full of punishment tools. 'Only in England,' he thought. "Good day, sir," the British shopkeeper said politely, as John Carnslee entered the shop--no stranger to London as he spent the first 5 years of his life here, before his parents removed to the United States. "Good day," John replied, feeling a bit uneasy about how to pose his questions to the shopkeeper without sounding crude or cruel. John was pleased that no other customers were in the shop at that time. "What can I help you with, sir?" "I have three sons, and--" John began. "Ah, say no more, sir. What might there ages be?" the shopkeeper said, relieving John of the burden of a full explanation. "I have identical twin boys, 16, and a younger boy 14." "I know your situation already, sir. If I may be so bold, may I suggest that their rumps are getting tougher, while father's hands are becoming more tender? Yes, I know the problem well, sir, yes I do." "Yes, well," John said, blushing, "I guess that more or less sums it up." After a long conversation, with many implements pointed out and discussed, John purchased three 'punishment tools' as they were called. A paddle was the first item the shopkeeper had suggested. It was a fine hardwood paddle, with slots of just the right width milled in it, the man said, to increase impact and reduce wind resistance. John wasn't so sure that a plain, flat paddle might not have done as well, but the old shopkeeper insisted. Nor was John about to ask what was meant by "just the right width" of the slots on the wicked-looking thing. The conversation concerning the details of the paddle was becoming uncomfortable for John, yet he felt an odd stirring. John's second purchase from the unique shop was a tawse, which was a flat, wide belt, a little longer than a razor strap. The unique feature was the appearance of a frayed end on the tawse. In reality, the end was not frayed, but more fringed--the last five inches of the tawse (the business end) was cut into strips, so the thinner strips of those last five inches formed what looked to be a fringe of leather. "The thinner strands produce exquisite pain," the shopkeeper had said with a disturbing touch of fiendish delight. "You can put knots in the them, for more, shall we say, demanding difficulties that arise as they get older--or even double knots. Of course, you can use your ordinary strap, sir, before your sons grow to an age when they can handle the deeper sting of the tawse." John didn't like the sound of the knots, or the man's odd attitude towards a boy's pain, so he dismissed the suggestions. The third purchase of punishment tools was one that John Carnslee struggled with. The choice was between a cane or a light whip. John elected to buy the cane--a set of canes, actually, varying in thickness. The more he thought about it, a whip seemed out of the question. "Now, all but these two thinnest canes must be kept in a good brine solution. Keeps 'em supple and delivers a better sting-- plus, these fine punishment instruments will last much longer-- and they won't break as easily, sir," John remembered the shopkeeper saying. As an accessory, John also bought a sort of huge vase, which held the brine solution and the canes. All of these things were shipped home ahead of time, in boxes so marked that no one would dare open them until John returned home from his trip. ._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._. "Why do I have to get blamed for what HE did?!" sixteen-year-old Travis said, pointing tearfully to his twin, Derek. "I was in my room the whole time and I'm getting blamed!" Jeffrey said, his 14-year-old-body in a firm, masculine stance that seemed more fitting for an older boy. "This is just bogus," Derek complained. "Yeah, dad, this isn't fair," came the last statement of complaint. John's nerves were frazzled to begin with, and hearing his sons argue with him was more than he could take. He didn't know, nor did he care at that point, which of his son's had made the last statement, or who had misbehaved in what way. He had taught his sons to be more strong-minded, fair, and manly about the distribution of punishments. The violation of this teaching especially angered John. "Go to my room and prepare for your punishments--probably the worst of your lives, thus far," John said, his words brimming with rage. He seldom became this upset at home. The boys knew better than to vary from what their father expected--especially when he was angry. They departed immediately and went to his room. John had a special routine when his boys were to be punished. He even had predetermined positions for them to be standing in relative to each other. These positions had been assigned years ago, so there was never any reason to forget, or line up incorrectly. There were rules. First of all, the boys had to be naked. It made them more humble. The twins, Derek and Travis were to be back to back, with their butts touching. Jeffrey was to be 5 feet away, facing the twins at their sides--as if viewing bookends pushed together, with no books between. There was to be absolute silence, while the brothers awaited their dad, and their fate. If there was any noise or unnecessary movement, the tawse AND the cane would be administered in quantities that no boy wanted to contemplate. Optionally, the paddle could then be used to confirm, or "settle in" the other punishments. The strange positioning of his sons was symptomatic of one of John's odd traits--he wanted his boys to interact, even silently. He enjoyed observing them under these stressful conditions. He even spied on them very occasionally, using specially drilled holes in the walls. John's room adjoined both the twins' room, and Jeffrey's room--not an accidental design. Although he spied sparingly, the information thus obtained proved very useful. John knew that his boys were sexually curious, but not having sex with each other at this point in their development. He did not count the countless events of solo masturbation in the presence of one or both brothers, nor did he count the times when they stroked each other's penis to orgasm, which was a less-frequent occurrence. These sights aroused John, and though he was not capable of incest, he hoped his boys would someday engage in sex with each other. And if they did, he vowed would observe, but never interfere. It was particularly fun to watch the younger boy, Jeffrey, interact with one or more of the twins. John felt that the twins' easy domination of Jeffrey resulted in Jeffrey's stronger personality and firmer stand on things. John knew he had waited long enough. The three boys would be frantic by now, wondering when their punishment would begin. Not only had John waited far longer than usual, but he did not separate his sons. The twins were especially nervous. Normally, only while there were away from home did their father spank all three together in one room. And they knew their assigned spots for that case. At home, however, the twins were spanked in their room, and Jeffrey in the privacy of his own room. But now, they were all together in their dad's room. This did not sit well with the twins. Young Jeff was too frightened contemplating getting his butt beat to launch into a tactical analysis of dad's methods. The boys stood tensely in their assigned positions, their bodies wet with the sheen of the sweat of fear. "You can kiss your ass goodbye," Jeff said, trembling and near the point of tears. "Shut up!" was the unthinking response of the twins. John was no longer surprised seeing his boys with erections upon his entry into the room where his sons awaited punishment. For whatever reason, John thought, this was the stage of their lives when those things happened. It was rather thrilling for John to see his 16-year-old twin boys, butt-to-butt, with matching erections; and even more interesting to see 14-year-old Jeffrey, with his respectably- sized boner, gazing at his older twin brothers. John never punished a boy for having an erection, masturbating, or touching one of his brothers. These, to John, were natural things, and he didn't want to have his son's sex drives suppressed by punishing them for what is entirely normal and desirable in a boy's growing-up experience. If you want a man to be erect when it is time for sex, and you want him to feel good about it, John reasoned, you don't punish him for being erect when he is a boy. John also reasoned that touching one's brother may not seem right to some people, until they realize that touching other boys-- brothers or non-brothers--is a part of a boy's normal exploratory process, and has a place in his overall sexual development. But sexy or not, John thought about his handsome sons--that when it is time for them to get a butt beating, then so be it. Spare the rod and spoil the child was old but sage advice. And he knew that a sore or bruised butt was not truly damaged, healed nicely, and seemed to have no other purpose than as the perfect place to punish a boy. Even with a very sore butt, it was a well-known fact that the rest of the boy would function quite nicely. "Fuck!" was the first and only thing John heard, as he entered his bedroom, and all three sons jumped at his sudden presence. "It doesn't matter which one of you said that--you'll all receive double punishment for that indiscretion." John's punishments were quite harsh enough as it was. Doubling one of HIS punishments would be extreme. "Have you decided who is first?" John asked his three shivering boys. "Derek," Travis and Jeff said. "You all know what you are being punished for, yes?" "Yes, dad!" "Travis, tell me!" John asked, picking Travis at random. "Sir, we argued with each other and with you." "And?" "And that was disrespectful." "AND?" "And, um--one of us cussed." "Correct, Travis. You and Derek will get 20 whacks of the paddle, 15 strokes of the tawse, and 10 strokes of the cane, on each buttock." The twins frowned at each other in dismay, then began to tremble in horror. "Jeffrey, you will get 15 whacks of the paddle, 10 strokes of the tawse, and 5 strokes of the cane, on each buttock." Little Jeffrey was silent as a few tears ran down his cheeks. "Those are your normal punishments, but remember, those numbers will be doubled today, because of your cursing." Various versions of, "Oh, dad, please no!" and other vigorous and desperate cries for mercy could be heard from all three boys. Their pleas were ignored. All had freely running tears and trembling bodies, as their young minds tried to comprehend the incomprehensible--the severity of the pain and agony that was ahead of them. "Position him," their dad commended, and Jeff and Travis ritually placed 16-year-old Derek bent over the side of the bed, with his shapely buttocks up higher than the rest of him. "Oil him," came the father's second command. John insisted on an oiled butt because the lubricated surface of the buttocks would allow the instrument of pain to slide, rather than tear the boy's skin. This meant little or no bleeding, less actual damage, and faster healing. The actual healing was aided by tea tree oil, a beneficial substance, which would be applied to their sore backsides after the completion of the punishment. Travis hesitated. "Sir, we're not used to doing it here, and we don't have it--" "Line up!" John shouted as he removed his belt. The three boys stood at attention with their backs to their dad. "You see," John said, more calmly now, "with all the time you had to prepare, you did not think to get the oil and bring it here?" "No sir," was heard, tensely uttered by the three boys. "Turn around!" This, the boys were not used to. Whenever dad said "line up" it always meant present your back to him. Very nervously and hesitantly, all three boys turned to face their dad. "Who's the odd man out?" The boys had no idea what their father was talking about. "Well? Which one of you is different?" "Derek!" John fumed as blank stares met his questions. "Travis!" "Jeffrey!" "I know," Jeffrey responded, "I am, because I don't have a boner and Derek and Travis do. "Do you understand that, Derek?" "Yes, sir." "Travis?" "Yes, sir." "Well, now," John said, the redness of anger clinging to his face, "Travis and Derek, my brilliant 16-year-old twins: Do you think it feels good to have an erection?" The twins hesitated with increasingly blushed faces. They could think of good reasons to say yes, as well as no. "Well, um--yes, sir." Derek said. "And Travis, do you agree with your brother?" "Yes, sir." "And you both are erect, now." "Yes, sir." "What about you'll little brother, Jeffrey? Is he hard?" "No, sir." "So, does Jeff feel as good as the two of you?" "No, sir," Travis said. "WHY?" "Um, well--because he's soft, sir." "Then get him hard, the two of you! And be quick about it!!" Mild, feigned protests could be heard from the twins, as they fondled their baby brother's 14-year-old cock and balls, until his penis was more than erect. In reality, the twins, did not disapprove of inter-brother touching, because touching was fairly routine among them. But, was some embarrassment: It was considered shameful and beneath the twins to pleasure their younger brother. In their brother hierarchy, the younger pleasured that older. Jeffrey smiled--like a boy who knew he was getting pleasure because of dad's command that he otherwise would not get. The way the twins moved, together with the blush on their faces gave John a hint of their displeasure, and the reason for it-- which he filed away for possible later use. After the twins obtained the appropriate erection from their younger brother, John left the room, announcing that he would be returning with the oil. Actually, the oil was an excuse to make a phone call to a friend, Roger Verdine, a member of a circle of friends, to which John was a member, who all used the same general methods in disciplining their children. In the privacy of the basement supply room, John placed his phone call. "Roger? You won't believe what I've done. I was ready to punish the boys, and----Yes, they were naked.----Two were erect and one wasn't so----Jeff.----No, I hadn't touched them, Roger.----I made the twins stimulate Jeff until he was erect.----Huh? Yeah, they're sixteen.----Jeff's 14.----Am I proud of myself? No, I feel miserable about it.----Yes, guilty.---I know---I know you and----Yes, that does help.----Okay, I'll keep that in mind. I still feel a little perverted, though.----I know, none of you guys are perverted, it's just----Okay, thanks, Roger. Good-bye." John retrieved a new bottle of the skin lubricating oil, and returned to the boys. "Now you will see the result of not thinking. I went to the basement to get this," John said, holding up the bottle of oil for all to see. The three beautiful boys blushed, trembled, and gasped, knowing this would not have a positive effect on their level of their punishment. "Turn back!" John bellowed. The boys immediately turned, presenting their backs to their father. "I will NOT have my boys be careless," and he gently tapped the belt to each of their tender backsides as he spoke. Every random, benign tap of the belt brought a nervous "Ah!" from one of the boys. John seemed to enjoy the sudden jumps and jolts of his son's bodies. "TAP. You will learn to be organized and ready at all times. TAP. You will not fail to be sharp and keen thinkers. TAP." John paused for effect. "WHAP!" the belt landed a powerful smack to Derek's smooth, hairless mounds. The lad shouted and gasped at the unexpected, searing pain. John's belt had special terror for the boys. It was made of thin, laced leather--with a thick border top and bottom--and delivered a particularly deep, stinging pain, as well as a loud sound. "CRACK!" came a blow to Jeffrey's derriere. The lad shrieked. This is just a warm-up boys, don't forget. "WHAP!" "Awwwwwgghhh!" ______ erotic_dreams_story@hotmail.com SPANKING PADDLING AND BROTHER LOVE - Chapter 1 More to come? If you write to me, please put "PADDLE" in your email subject line when you write. Thanks. Otherwise I will think it's spam. --Eric Other stories by Eric L. That's me! :-) See below. HIGH SCHOOL 1. Crazy-for-the-boy (Matt & Shawn) .../nifty/gay/highschool/crazy-for-the-boy/ 2. I-drooled-for-brad (Brad & Robby) .../nifty/gay/highschool/i-drooled-for-brad/ 3. Erotic-dreams (One Chapter Stories, mostly) .../nifty/gay/highschool/erotic-dreams/ INCEST 4. Hot-Little-Brother (Mike & Scott) .../nifty/gay/incest/hot-little-brother/ (High School setting) 5. My-sons-sexuality (Kevin's story) .../nifty/gay/incest/my-sons-sexuality/ 6. I-wanted-my-dad (Peter's story) .../nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/i-wanted-my-dad/ AUTHORITARIAN 7. Spanking-paddling-and-brother-love (Derek, Travis, Jeffrey) .../nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/Spanking-paddling-and-brother-love/ SPANKING PADDLING AND BROTHER LOVE - Chapter 1 - Derek, Travis, Jeff