Date: Tue, 10 Feb 2004 23:19:32 -0500
From: Eric Lattenhaus <erotic_dreams_story@hotmail.com>
Subject: SPANKING PADDLING AND BROTHER LOVE - Chapter 1 - Incest & Authoritarian

SPANKING PADDLING AND BROTHER LOVE - Chapter 1
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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.

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"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!"

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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