Big Brother In Charge

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It was already evening in the small little town. The sky was a deep golden color,and it was time when workers would get off. One of these workers was named Sam. Sam, a big man with green eyes and black,short, wavy hair, was driving home that day,glad that he was finally off of work. He was sweating from doing his job all day, but he was a man who was proud of it, for his two sons.

Sam had two sons, a thirteen year old named Anthony, a active kid who had blue eyes and brown hair that he never combed. The boy had a good heart, but he tended to always cause some trouble no matter where he went. He was usually caught fighting with his younger brother, a five year old named Christopher. Christopher was at a very young age of five, so of course, he tended to get on his brother's nerves.The little boy was blond with hazel eyes.

Sam pulled up to the driveway,turning off his car and getting out and heading towards his house.He was glad that he was finally off of work, and he was glad to be home where he could spend the rest of the day with his two sons.
He thought this as he turned the key and opened the door.Though the sight was something he did not expect at all.

The house was a mess! There were dishes everywhere, some broken, juice spilling on the floor, video game cases everywhere with the discs broken, the cushions on the sofa were spread out on the floor, and some food was left out.
In the middle of the living room, the two said sons were fighting with each other, each one trying to wrestle the controller to the game system out of each others hands.

Just another day in the life of a father.

Sam made a cough, both boys stopping and looking at their father, a man who was bigger than them, and towered over them, his arms cross over his chest, his sleeveless shirt showing the muscles in his arms.

They knew they were in trouble.

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Sam's eagle eyes surveyed the room and the two disheveled boys on the floor.

"What the hell is going on here! Stand up both of you!"

Anthony got up and , despite the fact that they had just been struggling for the controller, took his little brother by the waist and set him on his feet. Christopher scowled and reached out his little hand to swat Anthony.

However, before that little hand reached its target, a much LARGER palm cracked across the seat of Christopher's short pants.

SM-A--ACK!

Little Christopher jumped, burst into tears, and grabbed his fanny.

"That..that..hurted!" the little boy said.

Sam reached out once again and took Christopher by the hand.

"YOU!" he roared. "Are going straight into the corner!"

Sam marched the five year old into the corner of the living room that had been specifically named, "Christopher's naughty boy corner!" There was another corner named "Sam's corner!"

Sam positioned Christopher exactly the way he wanted him then bent down, reached around his little boy and took down his pants and little panda decorated undies. They were pull ups because little Christopher sometimes still peed his pants.

"BARE BOTTOM corner time for you, baby boy!" Sam said, as Christopher burst into another round of tears.

Then Sam stalked over to his large leather arm chair and sat down, pushing his sleeves up even higher.

"Anthony, go upstairs to my bedroom and get my hairbrush. MOVE!"

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"Y-Yes sir!" Anthony said before racing up the stairs to go get his father's hairbrush.He knew he was in trouble now. Sam's spankings were always the worst, and he always wondered why he had to use his hairbrush when he was strong enough to just use his hands.

In a matter of seconds, the boy had the hairbrush and was already racing down the stairs. The hairbrush was a thick, oak one. One that could have both boys wailing in a matter of seconds, though Sam knew that the punishment was only beginning when the boys burst into tears during the spanking.

Anthony was soon in front of his father, holding out his hairbrush to the man,scared of being punished by him. "D-Dad, we don't have to go through this, do we? We can clean all this up!" he said, obviously trying to weasel his way out of it like he usually did when it came to his punishments.

You'd think that by 13, he'd know by now that it wasn't going to work.

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Sam took the large brush and began to ominously tap his palm with the 'business end' of the hairbrush.

"Oh, you're gonna clean this up, boy! You're going to clean this up right NOW, Anthony, and while you're cleaning it up you can just think about the spanking I'm going to give you when you're done."

Sam set the hairbrush on the table beside his leather arm chair. There was also a full pipe rack and tobacco jar on the table.

"Now get busy!" he said, and he punctuated the order by quickly reaching around and giving Anthony a swat on his backside that seemed to burn its way right through the materials of his pants and underpants.

Then while Anthony got busy, a burning DAD handprint making itself felt on his bottom, Sam took one of his favorite pipes from the rack, packed it, lit it and leaned back to enjoy a paternal smoke while he watched his youngest son crying bare bottomed in his "naughty boy" corner and his older son scrambling to clean up the mess they'd made.

"You're getting spanked too, junior," Sam called out to Christopher. "You're not getting off with just having your little hiney in the corner. And I'm not going to be the one spanking you either. When I'm not home, WHO'S THE BOSS!"

Christopher rubbed his eyes with balled up fists and said sulkily, "Anth'ny!"

"That's right, little man. Your Big Brother is just like DADDY when I'm not here and don't you DARE forget it."

Sam sat back puffing waiting for Anthony to finish his chores.

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Anthony yelped as his father gave him a harsh swat on his bottom,and scrambled to clean up the mess that the two had made.

It was a big mess, so cleaning up the juice, picking up the plates, sweeping up the broken plates (which Anthony hadn't failed to notice were the expensive ones, hoping that Sam didn't notice either) and cleaning up all the spilled juice took nearly an hour.

All the while, he was thinking about the spanking his dad was going to give him,and while he knew he deserved it, he knew that he really didn't want it!

Finally, he was in front of his dad again."I cleaned up the mess,Daddy...you don't really have to do this do you? After all, it was Christopher that made this mess! Not me! Christopher was just being a damn brat as always!"He said, saying a word that would make any dad go off on their son (although he had learned it from school and didn't exactly know what it meant.)

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Sam's reaction was instantaneous. He was on his feet and the hairbrush was back on the table.

Anthony felt his Father's large hand grab the scruff of his neck.

"WHAT DID I JUST HEAR YOU SAY, BOY!" he roared.

Christopher was so startled that he turned his head from his 'naughty corner' to see what was going on.

Sam was marching a struggling Anthony across the room. As he passesd his younger son, Sam gave the boy's bare bottom a WALLOP that left a large red handprint across both his round little cheeks.

"YOU KEEP YOUR NOSE IN THAT CORNER!" he ordered.

Christopher started crying and rapidly turned his head.

Sam dragged Anthony up the stairs and to the bathroom.

"NOT ONLY ARE YOU GETTING A SPANKING, BUT I'M GOING TO SCRUB THAT WORD RIGHT OUT OF YOUR MOUTH. WHEN YOU ARE ALONE WITH YOUR LITTLE BROTHER, YOU ARE IN CHARGE. DON'T YOU DARE BLAME THAT MESS ON THE BABY! IN CHRISTOPHER MISBEHAVES, THEN YOU TEACH HIM TO BEHAVE!"

Sam pulled up a stool to the sink, sat down, and plunked a red-faced Anthony on one of his knees, just as if he were 6 years old.

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Anthony immediately knew he made a mistake, and struggled as his father marched him up the stairs and to the bathroom,trying his best to pull himself free. But it was no use, as his father was much larger and much stronger and had a whole lot of experience when it came to dealing with naughty kids.

Anthony tried to pull himself off his father's knee,hating the taste of the soap that he used to wash out their mouth. "Dad! It's true! Christopher's a brat! I can't make him behave! Don't wash out my mouth!" he yelled as he kicked and struggled the way a child would, completely helpless.

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One of Sam's arms wrapped around Anthony pinning the boy's arms to his side.

"OPEN!" Sam ordered, his voice so loud and angry that Anthony opened his mouth wide without even thinking about it.

The thickly lathered bar of soap was shoved in and the next second his Father began scrubbing out his mouth for all he was worth.

Anthony's feet left the floor as he writhed and squirmed.

Sam was an expert at mouth soaping and he worked the bar in and out coating Anthony's tongue with lather and scrubbing every inch of his son's naughty mouth.

Then he went to work on Anthony's lips. Lather covered the lower part of Anthony's face and filled his mouth. He even swallowed some.

After five full minutes of scrubbing. Sam took the boy by the back of his neck and bent him over the sink.

"SPIT!" he ordered, "BUT YOU ARE NOT GOING TO BE ALLOWED TO RINSE! You've got a hiney warming ahead of you, boy!"

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Anthony choked and gagged as his mouth was washed out, kicking and squirming wildly as his father made sure that the naughty word he said was washed out thoroughly. He was attempting to escape with all his might, but when it came to his father and his punishments, he was completely helpless.

He soon spat out all of the soap, wishing he could rinse his mouth out,but not daring to disobey anything his dad said at the moment.

"D-Dad! Come on! I don't wanna spanking!"he whined, knowing that he probably wouldn't be able to sit for days after one of those. "C-Can't you forgive me without me getting spanked?"

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Even as Anthony protested and pleaded to be let out of the spanking, Sam had his son by the hand ( just as if he were no older than Christopher) and was now hauling him back downstairs.

"Have I ever told you you were going to get a spanking and then not give it to you?!" Sam said angrily. He fell back into his seat and hauled Anthony off his feet and over his broad lap.

Anthony discovered, to his horror, that his Dad's lap still formed a very ample supportive platform for his adolescent frame. His feet dangled off the floor and his finger tips could not reach it either.

Sam pressed Anthony down with one arm on his back while he reached under the boy and undid his jeans.

Reaching into his son's pants and grabbing the waistband of trousers and underpants he hauled both over the boy's rump, exposing his bare bottom and leaving his teenage penis to hang between his Father's knees.

Sam dragged Anthony's pants and undies down to his calves and then folded up his shirt completely baring his FANNY for discipline.

Then he raised his palm. It was generally his Father's way to start with a burning hand spanking before setting his bottom completely ablaze with his hairbrush.

WHAM!

The large, work-hardened, paternal palm came down and branded a red handprint on top of the boy's well rounded cheeks.

Standing in the corner, little Christopher burst into tears. He didn't like when his Big Brother got a spanking.