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It was now a few weeks since the new rules went into effect. It was Saturday morning and, as per the new rules, we were in polo shirts and school shorts doing our homework. About eleven dad walks in (of course, he just walks in since the door is always open) and tells us that he and mum are going out. We are to continue to do our homework and chores and mum left our lunches in the fridge.\n\nAt noon we break for lunch and then the idiot says he going out. Before I could say that dad will kill him for he hadn't finished his homework and he still has to mow the lawn, the door slams and he is halfway down the street. Gee, I never realized how rude doing that was until I was on the receiving end. Anyway, I go back to my homework and just as I finish it, the phone rings. It's my mate Anno (he was named for his great uncle who was named for the saint) Stone to invite Dick and me to go to the cinema with him and his brother, George. I would love to but I tell him why dad is going to be pissed at Dick and that always spills over to me. Anno is absolutely brilliant and suggests that I do the lawn myself and then dad can not be mad at me but will be doubly mad at Dick.\n\nI spend the next two hours pushing the lawn mower. It was really strange, but it was the first time that I liked doing it. Instead of thinking about the work of pushing the mower I was thinking about swinging dad's hairbrush at Dick's bare bum. I was just finishing, when the folks drive up. Dad is actually pleased with me and we talk as I wipe the cuttings off and dry the mower. Dad is very fussy about things like this. He compliments me on things and then I ask permission to go to the cinema while explaining that Mr. and Mrs. Stone will drive us both ways and that I'll be with Anno and his older brother, George who is Dick's classmate. Dad checks that I did my homework and chores. I let him know that I did but the lawn was Dick's this week. Dad then grants permission.\n\nDad asks if Dick was also invited. I tell him he was but I did not want to presume to ask for him. I don't tell him that Dick had run out and does not even know. He'll find out soon enough that he not upstairs doing schoolwork. It took him about a minute and he was spanking mad.\n\nIt is ten minutes later that Dicky came home. Dad starts to interrogate him about everything. I feel safe, even smug, while just listening and doing my very best to keep a serious face. His transgressions come to light one by one. First, going out without permission. Second, not finishing his homework. Three, not doing the lawn. Dick states that he was going to do the mowing in the morning and dad reminds him that he is going to church in the morning. Fourth and finally, he snaps at dad that he will then do it in the afternoon. Mum reminds him that we are going to Uncle John's for a family dinner. It is very clear that Dick is in for it big time.\n\nThe phone rings and I answer. It is Anno again. I tell him that everything is as expected and that dad has given me leave to go. He says that his mum wants to talk to mine. She is going to suggest that perhaps longs would be better attire for the movie because in shorts I would be a target for harassment. It would be better to avoid such confrontations with the rowdy boys from the comprehensive at the cinema. I hear mum say that \"that's a good point\", \"Richard certainly cannot go\" and \"thank you\".\n\nBefore things get going again, Aunt Emma rings up for mum. She needs some help and now. By now Dick had returned with the malevolent hairbrush and a very fearful look. Mum and dad talk about Aunt Emma's problem and decide that Dick will just have to wait until tonight to be punished. Mum goes upstairs for a couple of minutes while dad resumes ranting at Dick.\n\nDad asks me what I think would be appropriate punishment for my brother. My first thought is that he should be flogged but dad would not appreciate that so I say: \"Spanked...\" Dad doesn't show any change. \"... four times.\" Dad smiles.\n\nDad then really shocks both of us. \"Julian, you're in charge and I want you to punish your brother appropriately. And you, Richard Harold Wicks, you had best listen to your brother unless you want to learn what the cane feels like.\"\n\n\"Like a school prefect did with a first form boy in the old days, father?\" I ask trying to establish parameters.\n\n\"Exactly.\"\n\nThen mum adds that we should set the oven to 450 degrees at four thirty for dinner. Dick and I are left alone again. I have but one hour to take care of Dicky.\n\nWe go upstairs and I get another surprise. A pair of my jeans with full length legs are on my bed. Anno's idea really worked. It's paying off in spades and diamonds. My older brother is very unhappy. Even though he is a full two years older, I'm already an inch taller, somewhat heavier and definitely stronger. I'm even more advanced in _s_e_x_ual development with a bigger prick, larger balls and a much thicker bush. Just looking at us, you would think that I, rather than he, am the older one. He is certainly puzzled by the jeans since he can not know that they are just for this evening. I'm certain that he had a gut reaction to the question that I asked dad for that is one of his fantasies.\n\nI sit in my chair and look at my older brother. He is very nervous. He knows that if I give dad a bad report he will be caned or worse and he also knows that I am mad at him for having to wear shorts. I let him wait for a minute. \"Wickie, why did Mr. Phillips tell you to see me, this time.\" He's always behind in his maths work. I'm going to lead him into his fantasy world gradually. I hope that he will follow.\n\n\"I hadn't done my homework.\"\n\n\"Is that how you address a prefect, Wickie? Especially when you're that prefect's fag.\" This is the key step.\n\n\"No, Sir. Sorry, Sir. Mr. Phillips told me to report because I did not do my homework, Sir.\" He moved into his fantasy. He had written the script and I'm going to follow it.\n\n\"And what happens to boys who don't do their homework?\"\n\n\"They get thrashed, Sir.\"\n\n\"That true for fifth form young men, but little first form, eleven year old boys, like you, get spanked, Wickie.\" He was torn. I just pushed him into his fantasy yet this was also real. Real spankings hurt and by now he knew I was going to do it. But he did not have the guts to tell me to piss off and take it like a man from dad. It was the same reason that he was stepped on by everyone at school.\n\n\"Come here, Wickie; and bring the brush.\" In a daze, he stepped to my side. He was in his fantasy. I opened his belt and shorts. They fell to the floor. I could see that he was hard inside his pants. I lowered them, pretending that I did not notice his aroused state. He did not resist getting over my lap. This was a lot different from that day six weeks ago when dad pulled me over his lap. \"Wickie, this spanking is for not doing your homework.\" Then for the first time in my life, I was spanking someone for real. I marvelled how my hand prints appeared on his white bum as I spanked him hard. After a few minutes, he started to show discomfort and began to promise to do his homework and to be good boy and fag. I also realized why dad used the bush -- my hand started to hurt. I picked up the hairbrush and started in with it. The sound changed from SPANK to WHACK and Dicky yelled louder and began to cry like a baby. A sixteen and half year old crybaby. Then he was bawling.\n\nI pushed him off my lap to the floor and let him cry for a few minutes. Then standing before him, I dropped my own shorts and pants. I nearly poked his eye out as my hard prick sprang out. I had been sweating while doing the mowing so even I could smell my own musk as could Dicky. Dicky was transfixed. It was like he was stared down by my trouser snake. \"Suck it, Wickie. That's what a prefect's fag does.\" I ordered sharply. He went for it. I felt his teeth. He was obviously inexperienced. \"No teeth, boy.\" I snapped. After a few minutes I grabbed hold of his head and just pumped in and out. I was totally in control and that felt good as I blasted my load down his gullet.\n\nThis was great. I withdrew and lay on the bed for a few minutes. I told him what I had decided and that he was to agree to it at dinner. Then I gave him a bath. There was not much time left, so I did it just like dad should have without skipping the private parts and in very cold and businesslike manner but it set the precedent. I was certain that there would be other times to have more fun. I also showered. After sweating over the lawn and dealing with Dicky I stank. It really felt great putting on longs again even though I knew that it would be back to shorts the next morning.\n\nAt dinner, I told our parents I had decided on the punishment for my errant brother subject to their approval, of course. Then I ordered Dicky to tell them the details and to state whether or not he accepted it. Dicky reported everything. First, that I had spanked him 'good and proper' for not doing his homework, saw to his bath and that he was to study until bedtime. He would get his second spanking before church in the morning. If he was properly repentant after church, he would get a reprieve from the third spanking but, regardless, get a spanking before bed tomorrow. He would also have to do one of my turns cutting the lawn. He then said he agreed that it was fair and he accepted the deal.\n\nOur parents could not have been more pleased about this and dad even said: \"You did well, Julian.\" which is as much praise as he ever gives. Then I thanked mother for the jeans and asked if I should wear my school blazer or a simple jacket. I was so happy that she allowed the jacket. At least for tonight I could look like a normal teenager of 1982.\n\nI would not be honest if I did not say that I enjoyed the movie and the pop afterward so much more because of how I was controlling Dicky. Over our pops, I told Anno and George how things went during the day. Their eyes nearly popped out when I told them that not only did dad put me in charge but that I spanked Dicky. And was going to do it again at least twice tomorrow. I did not tell them about the blow job because I did not want Dicky to become known as a poofter.\n\nAnno looked straight at his brother: \"You better not ever let me do to that to you. I don't want a wimp for a big brother.\"\n\n\"And if you every even try, I'll spank you everyday we're together. Understand?\"\n\nAnno smiled at his brother. \"YES, SIR, Big Brother.\"\n\nIn the morning, I made sure that I hung my jeans properly in the closet and hoped that they would stay there. I was surprised for one pair of grey school longs were hanging there. Was this a message or a test? I dressed in full school uniform just like mum liked and wanted. At the breakfast table, Mum said how nice I looked but was surprised that I had chosen the shorts rather than the longs. \"Mother, I'm sure that you prefer me in shorts and I was not told that I may wear the longs. Beside, Dick will be more comfortable with me this way and this is the Sabbath.\" My parents were very impressed. Dicky said thanks; little did he know what I had planed for him today.\n\nAt the end of breakfast, Dicky did as I had told him and asked me for his second spanking. I had told him that if he did not ask he would get an extra six. I directed him to get the hairbrush and wait over the chair in our room. \"Yes, Sir.\" he said. I noticed that dad was smiling.\n\nWhen I got to our room, I saw that Dicky had stripped and was in position. I had not told him to do that, but I liked that he had. I decided that he would be rewarded for his cooperation. \"You know why you're getting this, my little fag, Wickie?\"\n\n\"Yes, sir.\"\n\n\"Remember to count, Wickie.\"\n\nWhack!\n\n\"One, sir\".\n\nWhack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!\n\n\"Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, sir\"\n\nWhack!\n\n\"Ten, sir\"\n\nI let him sob a bit before I spoke. \"Wickie, Because you cooperated you only got ten rather than the twelve I had originally planed. I expect that you will be a very good little boy in church today, repent of your sins and do as you're told. Now, go wash and get dressed before we are late.\"\n\nAs we walked up to the church, I suggested to Dad that it would be better if Dick and I sat in the last row for it will help him concentrate on his transgressions. \"What's so special about the last row?\" he asked definitely puzzled.\n\n\"It is just the other way around, dad. It is what is not special about it after last year's big storm.\" Dad caught on then and told me that it was an excellent idea. He remembered that the church had not replaced the cushions that were damaged by the rain and the last row was plain HARD wooden benches.\n\nAnno and George joined us in the last row. George asked Dicky why he was fidgeting even before the services started. Dicky gave an evasive answer.\n\n\"This is not the place to lie, Dicky. Remember whose house we are in.\" I said.\n\n\"I was spanked this morning.\"\n\nAnno was right on the ball. \"By your dad, Dicky?\"\n\nDick hesitated and looked at me. \"No.\"\n\n\"By your mummy then, Dicky?\"\n\nDicky turned to me again. \"Please.\" he pleaded.\n\n\"Dicky, George said you would not be able to say it so his reward and your punishment for being evasive is to go to the downstairs bog and show him. Immediately, so that you can be back in time for the service.\" George took his hand and started out.\n\nIt took Dicky half the service before his colour returned too normal. The hard bench insured that he was constantly aware of having been spanked earlier.\n\nBack home, I told Dicky that I decided not to give him the midday spanking because he was being very good and repentant. It seemed very fitting for the sermon was about forgiveness. I also sent him to our room to study until it was time to go. Dad then suggested that I do the same. A suggestion from dad is not to be questioned so I joined Dicky.\n\nA little later mum and dad come to the room. \"Julian, your mother and I have discussed this and have made a decision. We think that you have behaved so well and maturely that you have really earned the right to wear your longs for the rest of the day. As soon as you change we will be going to Uncle John's.\" Then mum actually took them out of the closet and laid them on the bed.\n\nI felt like jumping for joy and kicking up my heels, but I managed to remain calm. \"Thank you very much.\" Dad likes things simple. I stood up and started to remove my shorts even with mum there. I had gotten used to her seeing me naked even in the bath so I did not care any more about changing in front of her, particularly with my pants on. After I put on the longs I checked that my tie was straight and put on my blazer. Then I turned to mother for review.\n\nShe was smiling. \"You look like a perfect young gentleman, Julian.\"\n\n\"Thank you, mother; father.\" and I bowed like they do in the old flicks on the dance floor. It was the perfect thing to do. I think that I could see steam rising from Dicky's ears as he sat at his desk pretending to study.\n\nI was very quiet as dad drove us to Uncle John's. The last twenty-four hours had gone perfectly. I hoped that things would continue this way. In a few weeks, school would be out and even if I had to wear shorts it would not be part of a school uniform (except for church) and thus easier to deal with.\n\nThe family gathering at Uncle John's was just what one would expect. We all ate, the grownups talked and the kids played. I was dressed like all my male cousins. Dicky was the only one in shorts. Our cousins were very kind to Dicky for they did not tease him but they all could and did guess why he was in shorts. I sensed that they had been instructed not to mention his shorts. As he asked me, I did not tell them that I not only spanked him but also decided how much. I wanted him to feel indebted me. For some of our games, they excluded him because he was just a little kid in shorts.\n\nOn the drive home, Dicky was very uneasy. He had been given a task that held very bad omens -- one of our uncles had gotten granddad's collection of canes and other nasties from his attic. Dicky was literally holding them. He looked very nervous knowing that dad was very serious about using them. No doubt dad and our uncles knew first hand, er, cheek exactly what they could do.\n\nBack home Dick was sent to study in our room and I got invited to watch the telly. Of course, it would be something that was related to school work. I really was not too keen on watching with them, but it was the grownup thing to do. Actually, it was Zeffirelli's Romeo and Juliet. It was very nice with all those real beautiful young players. Incidentally, Whiting has a beautiful bum. Anno rang up and asked if he might come over for some help with his maths. After checking with mum I, of course, said yes since I owed him from yesterday.\n\nIt was almost eight when he arrived. We started to work immediately and by eight-thirty we were nearly finished. What a coincidence that it was time for Dicky's spanking. He was mortified that Anno was there but I told him that I was not putting my chum out because of his misbehaviour. After he fetched the brush, I dropped his shorts and pants. Anno got a good look at his privates and then his bum when I turned him over my knee. I spanked him hard by hand for a few minutes and then gave him four on each side with the brush. He had kicked off his shorts and pants while being spanked. While he did his fifteen minutes of corner time, I finished studying with Anno. Mum came up the stairs just as I sent Dicky to the bathroom to wash and wee. As I showed Anno out I'm sure he saw that pantsless Dick had not closed the door even though mum was there.\n\nOn the threshold with the door closed so dad couldn't hear us Anno said that Dick was a real wimp for getting spanked by his younger brother and didn't deserve to have pubes. Anno is full of great ideas. Little did he know how well that would fit with Dicky's fantasies.\n\nWhen I got back to my room, I stripped down and washed up for the night. Dick was sobbing quietly into the pillow. \"I'm scared, Julian. Anno and George are going to tell and school will be impossible.\"\n\nI sat on his bed and rubbed his back gently. \"No, they said they won't, Dicky. I trust them. Now you, my little fag, have to trust me -- your brother and prefect. We are going to have lots of fun provided that you don't _f_u_c_k_ up school.\" As I comforted him he rolled over on his side. I guided his hand to my crutch. Like an infant at a tit, he grasped my hard shaft instinctively. \"Yes, you'll be allowed to play with that when it's safe.\" I leaned over and kissed him lightly. \"Go to sleep, my little one.\"\n\n\"Yes, sir.\"\n\nI had very pleasant dreams of the future. This weekend I had impressed my parents more than I thought possible to do in a month and learnt that my brother was quite happy to be under my control.\n\nThe next afternoon, dad attached some hooks to the inside of our bedroom door and hung the canes and the tawse that he had gotten. \"Just a reminder, boys.\" Like we needed one.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "This weekend was the best two days since my stupid bother pissed off our parents and got us both stuck in the 1950's with school uniforms all the time, shorts, spanking and everything.  It was now a few weeks since the new rules went into effect.  It was Saturday morning and, as per the new rules, we were in polo shirts and school shorts doing our homework.  About eleven dad walks in (of course, he just walks in since the door is always open) and tells us that he and mum are going out.  We are to continue to do our homework and chores and mum left our lunches in the fridge.

At noon we break for lunch and then the idiot says he going out.  Before I could say that dad will kill him for he hadn't finished his homework and he still has to mow the lawn, the door slams and he is halfway down the street.  Gee, I never realized how rude doing that was until I was on the receiving end.  Anyway, I go back to my homework and just as I finish it, the phone rings.  It's my mate Anno (he was named for his great uncle who was named for the saint) Stone to invite Dick and me to go to the cinema with him and his brother, George.  I would love to but I tell him why dad is going to be pissed at Dick and that always spills over to me.  Anno is absolutely brilliant and suggests that I do the lawn myself and then dad can not be mad at me but will be doubly mad at Dick.

I spend the next two hours pushing the lawn mower.  It was really strange, but it was the first time that I liked doing it.  Instead of thinking about the work of pushing the mower I was thinking about swinging dad's hairbrush at Dick's bare bum.  I was just finishing, when the folks drive up.  Dad is actually pleased with me and we talk as I wipe the cuttings off and dry the mower.  Dad is very fussy about things like this.  He compliments me on things and then I ask permission to go to the cinema while explaining that Mr. and Mrs. Stone will drive us both ways and that I'll be with Anno and his older brother, George who is Dick's classmate.  Dad checks that I did my homework and chores.  I let him know that I did but the lawn was Dick's this week.  Dad then grants permission.

Dad asks if Dick was also invited.  I tell him he was but I did not want to presume to ask for him.  I don't tell him that Dick had run out and does not even know.  He'll find out soon enough that he not upstairs doing schoolwork.  It took him about a minute and he was spanking mad.

It is ten minutes later that Dicky came home.  Dad starts to interrogate him about everything.  I feel safe, even smug, while just listening and doing my very best to keep a serious face.  His transgressions come to light one by one.  First, going out without permission.  Second, not finishing his homework.  Three, not doing the lawn.  Dick states that he was going to do the mowing in the morning and dad reminds him that he is going to church in the morning.  Fourth and finally, he snaps at dad that he will then do it in the afternoon.  Mum reminds him that we are going to Uncle John's for a family dinner.  It is very clear that Dick is in for it big time.

The phone rings and I answer.  It is Anno again.  I tell him that everything is as expected and that dad has given me leave to go.  He says that his mum wants to talk to mine.  She is going to suggest that perhaps longs would be better attire for the movie because in shorts I would be a target for harassment.  It would be better to avoid such confrontations with the rowdy boys from the comprehensive at the cinema.  I hear mum say that "that's a good point", "Richard certainly cannot go" and "thank you".

Before things get going again, Aunt Emma rings up for mum.  She needs some help and now.  By now Dick had returned with the malevolent hairbrush and a very fearful look.  Mum and dad talk about Aunt Emma's problem and decide that Dick will just have to wait until tonight to be punished.  Mum goes upstairs for a couple of minutes while dad resumes ranting at Dick.

Dad asks me what I think would be appropriate punishment for my brother.  My first thought is that he should be flogged but dad would not appreciate that so I say: "Spanked..."  Dad doesn't show any change. "... four times."  Dad smiles.

Dad then really shocks both of us.  "Julian, you're in charge and I want you to punish your brother appropriately.  And you, Richard Harold Wicks, you had best listen to your brother unless you want to learn what the cane feels like."

"Like a school prefect did with a first form boy in the old days, father?" I ask trying to establish parameters.

"Exactly."

Then mum adds that we should set the oven to 450 degrees at four thirty for dinner.  Dick and I are left alone again.  I have but one hour to take care of Dicky.

We go upstairs and I get another surprise.  A pair of my jeans with full length legs are on my bed.  Anno's idea really worked.  It's paying off in spades and diamonds.  My older brother is very unhappy.  Even though he is a full two years older, I'm already an inch taller, somewhat heavier and definitely stronger.  I'm even more advanced in _s_e_x_ual development with a bigger prick, larger balls and a much thicker bush.  Just looking at us, you would think that I, rather than he, am the older one.  He is certainly puzzled by the jeans since he can not know that they are just for this evening.  I'm certain that he had a gut reaction to the question that I asked dad for that is one of his fantasies.

I sit in my chair and look at my older brother.  He is very nervous.  He knows that if I give dad a bad report he will be caned or worse and he also knows that I am mad at him for having to wear shorts.  I let him wait for a minute.  "Wickie, why did Mr. Phillips tell you to see me, this time."  He's always behind in his maths work.  I'm going to lead him into his fantasy world gradually.  I hope that he will follow.

"I hadn't done my homework."

"Is that how you address a prefect, Wickie?  Especially when you're that prefect's fag."  This is the key step.

"No, Sir.  Sorry, Sir.  Mr. Phillips told me to report because I did not do my homework, Sir."  He moved into his fantasy.  He had written the script and I'm going to follow it.

"And what happens to boys who don't do their homework?"

"They get thrashed, Sir."

"That true for fifth form young men, but little first form, eleven year old boys, like you, get spanked, Wickie."  He was torn.  I just pushed him into his fantasy yet this was also real.  Real spankings hurt and by now he knew I was going to do it.  But he did not have the guts to tell me to piss off and take it like a man from dad.  It was the same reason that he was stepped on by everyone at school.

"Come here, Wickie; and bring the brush."  In a daze, he stepped to my side.  He was in his fantasy.  I opened his belt and shorts.  They fell to the floor.  I could see that he was hard inside his pants.  I lowered them, pretending that I did not notice his aroused state.  He did not resist getting over my lap.  This was a lot different from that day six weeks ago when dad pulled me over his lap.  "Wickie, this spanking is for not doing your homework."  Then for the first time in my life, I was spanking someone for real.  I marvelled how my hand prints appeared on his white bum as I spanked him hard.  After a few minutes, he started to show discomfort and began to promise to do his homework and to be good boy and fag.  I also realized why dad used the bush -- my hand started to hurt.  I picked up the hairbrush and started in with it.  The sound changed from SPANK to WHACK and Dicky yelled louder and began to cry like a baby.  A sixteen and half year old crybaby.  Then he was bawling.

I pushed him off my lap to the floor and let him cry for a few minutes.  Then standing before him, I dropped my own shorts and pants.  I nearly poked his eye out as my hard prick sprang out.  I had been sweating while doing the mowing so even I could smell my own musk as could Dicky.  Dicky was transfixed.  It was like he was stared down by my trouser snake.  "Suck it, Wickie.  That's what a prefect's fag does." I ordered sharply.  He went for it.  I felt his teeth.  He was obviously inexperienced.  "No teeth, boy." I snapped.  After a few minutes I grabbed hold of his head and just pumped in and out.  I was totally in control and that felt good as I blasted my load down his gullet.

This was great.  I withdrew and lay on the bed for a few minutes.  I told him what I had decided and that he was to agree to it at dinner.  Then I gave him a bath.  There was not much time left, so I did it just like dad should have without skipping the private parts and in very cold and businesslike manner but it set the precedent.  I was certain that there would be other times to have more fun.  I also showered.  After sweating over the lawn and dealing with Dicky I stank.  It really felt great putting on longs again even though I knew that it would be back to shorts the next morning.

At dinner, I told our parents I had decided on the punishment for my errant brother subject to their approval, of course.  Then I ordered Dicky to tell them the details and to state whether or not he accepted it.  Dicky reported everything.  First, that I had spanked him 'good and proper' for not doing his homework, saw to his bath and that he was to study until bedtime.  He would get his second spanking before church in the morning.  If he was properly repentant after church, he would get a reprieve from the third spanking but, regardless, get a spanking before bed tomorrow.  He would also have to do one of my turns cutting the lawn.  He then said he agreed that it was fair and he accepted the deal.

Our parents could not have been more pleased about this and dad even said: "You did well, Julian." which is as much praise as he ever gives.  Then I thanked mother for the jeans and asked if I should wear my school blazer or a simple jacket.  I was so happy that she allowed the jacket.  At least for tonight I could look like a normal teenager of 1982.

I would not be honest if I did not say that I enjoyed the movie and the pop afterward so much more because of how I was controlling Dicky.  Over our pops, I told Anno and George how things went during the day.  Their eyes nearly popped out when I told them that not only did dad put me in charge but that I spanked Dicky.  And was going to do it again at least twice tomorrow.  I did not tell them about the blow job because I did not want Dicky to become known as a poofter.

Anno looked straight at his brother: "You better not ever let me do to that to you.  I don't want a wimp for a big brother."

"And if you every even try, I'll spank you everyday we're together.  Understand?"

Anno smiled at his brother.  "YES, SIR, Big Brother."

In the morning, I made sure that I hung my jeans properly in the closet and hoped that they would stay there. I was surprised for one pair of grey school longs were hanging there.  Was this a message or a test?  I dressed in full school uniform just like mum liked and wanted.  At the breakfast table, Mum said how nice I looked but was surprised that I had chosen the shorts rather than the longs.  "Mother, I'm sure that you prefer me in shorts and I was not told that I may wear the longs.  Beside, Dick will be more comfortable with me this way and this is the Sabbath."  My parents were very impressed.  Dicky said thanks; little did he know what I had planed for him today.

At the end of breakfast, Dicky did as I had told him and asked me for his second spanking.  I had told him that if he did not ask he would get an extra six.  I directed him to get the hairbrush and wait over the chair in our room.  "Yes, Sir." he said.  I noticed that dad was smiling.

When I got to our room, I saw that Dicky had stripped and was in position.  I had not told him to do that, but I liked that he had.  I decided that he would be rewarded for his cooperation.  "You know why you're getting this, my little fag, Wickie?"

"Yes, sir."

"Remember to count, Wickie."

Whack!

"One, sir".

Whack!  Whack!  Whack!  Whack!  Whack!  Whack!  Whack!  Whack!

"Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, sir"

Whack!

"Ten, sir"

I let him sob a bit before I spoke.  "Wickie, Because you cooperated you only got ten rather than the twelve I had originally planed.  I expect that you will be a very good little boy in church today, repent of your sins and do as you're told.  Now, go wash and get dressed before we are late."

As we walked up to the church, I suggested to Dad that it would be better if Dick and I sat in the last row for it will help him concentrate on his transgressions.  "What's so special about the last row?" he asked definitely puzzled.

"It is just the other way around, dad.  It is what is not special about it after last year's big storm."  Dad caught on then and told me that it was an excellent idea.  He remembered that the church had not replaced the cushions that were damaged by the rain and the last row was plain HARD wooden benches.

Anno and George joined us in the last row.  George asked Dicky why he was fidgeting even before the services started.  Dicky gave an evasive answer.

"This is not the place to lie, Dicky.  Remember whose house we are in." I said.

"I was spanked this morning."

Anno was right on the ball.  "By your dad, Dicky?"

Dick hesitated and looked at me.  "No."

"By your mummy then, Dicky?"

Dicky turned to me again.  "Please." he pleaded.

"Dicky, George said you would not be able to say it so his reward and your punishment for being evasive is to go to the downstairs bog and show him.  Immediately, so that you can be back in time for the service."  George took his hand and started out.

It took Dicky half the service before his colour returned too normal.  The hard bench insured that he was constantly aware of having been spanked earlier.

Back home, I told Dicky that I decided not to give him the midday spanking because he was being very good and repentant.  It seemed very fitting for the sermon was about forgiveness.  I also sent him to our room to study until it was time to go.  Dad then suggested that I do the same.  A suggestion from dad is not to be questioned so I joined Dicky.

A little later mum and dad come to the room.  "Julian, your mother and I have discussed this and have made a decision.  We think that you have behaved so well and maturely that you have really earned the right to wear your longs for the rest of the day.  As soon as you change we will be going to Uncle John's."  Then mum actually took them out of the closet and laid them on the bed.

I felt like jumping for joy and kicking up my heels, but I managed to remain calm.  "Thank you very much."  Dad likes things simple.  I stood up and started to remove my shorts even with mum there.  I had gotten used to her seeing me naked even in the bath so I did not care any more about changing in front of her, particularly with my pants on.  After I put on the longs I checked that my tie was straight and put on my blazer.  Then I turned to mother for review.

She was smiling.  "You look like a perfect young gentleman, Julian."

"Thank you, mother; father." and I bowed like they do in the old flicks on the dance floor.  It was the perfect thing to do.  I think that I could see steam rising from Dicky's ears as he sat at his desk pretending to study.

I was very quiet as dad drove us to Uncle John's.  The last twenty-four hours had gone perfectly.  I hoped that things would continue this way.  In a few weeks, school would be out and even if I had to wear shorts it would not be part of a school uniform (except for church) and thus easier to deal with.

The family gathering at Uncle John's was just what one would expect.  We all ate, the grownups talked and the kids played.  I was dressed like all my male cousins.  Dicky was the only one in shorts.  Our cousins were very kind to Dicky for they did not tease him but they all could and did guess why he was in shorts.  I sensed that they had been instructed not to mention his shorts.  As he asked me, I did not tell them that I not only spanked him but also decided how much.  I wanted him to feel indebted me.  For some of our games, they excluded him because he was just a little kid in shorts.

On the drive home, Dicky was very uneasy.  He had been given a task that held very bad omens -- one of our uncles had gotten granddad's collection of canes and other nasties from his attic.  Dicky was literally holding them.  He looked very nervous knowing that dad was very serious about using them.  No doubt dad and our uncles knew first hand, er, cheek exactly what they could do.

Back home Dick was sent to study in our room and I got invited to watch the telly.  Of course, it would be something that was related to school work.  I really was not too keen on watching with them, but it was the grownup thing to do.  Actually, it was Zeffirelli's Romeo and Juliet.  It was very nice with all those real beautiful young players.  Incidentally, Whiting has a beautiful bum.  Anno rang up and asked if he might come over for some help with his maths.  After checking with mum I, of course, said yes since I owed him from yesterday.

It was almost eight when he arrived.  We started to work immediately and by eight-thirty we were nearly finished.  What a coincidence that it was time for Dicky's spanking.  He was mortified that Anno was there but I told him that I was not putting my chum out because of his misbehaviour.  After he fetched the brush, I dropped his shorts and pants.  Anno got a good look at his privates and then his bum when I turned him over my knee.  I spanked him hard by hand for a few minutes and then gave him four on each side with the brush.  He had kicked off his shorts and pants while being spanked.  While he did his fifteen minutes of corner time, I finished studying with Anno.  Mum came up the stairs just as I sent Dicky to the bathroom to wash and wee.  As I showed Anno out I'm sure he saw that pantsless Dick had not closed the door even though mum was there.

On the threshold with the door closed so dad couldn't hear us Anno said that Dick was a real wimp for getting spanked by his younger brother and didn't deserve to have pubes.  Anno is full of great ideas.  Little did he know how well that would fit with Dicky's fantasies.

When I got back to my room, I stripped down and washed up for the night.  Dick was sobbing quietly into the pillow.  "I'm scared, Julian.  Anno and George are going to tell and school will be impossible."

I sat on his bed and rubbed his back gently.  "No, they said they won't, Dicky.  I trust them.  Now you, my little fag, have to trust me -- your brother and prefect.  We are going to have lots of fun provided that you don't _f_u_c_k_ up school."  As I comforted him he rolled over on his side.  I guided his hand to my crutch.  Like an infant at a tit, he grasped my hard shaft instinctively.  "Yes, you'll be allowed to play with that when it's safe."  I leaned over and kissed him lightly.  "Go to sleep, my little one."

"Yes, sir."

I had very pleasant dreams of the future.  This weekend I had impressed my parents more than I thought possible to do in a month and learnt that my brother was quite happy to be under my control.

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