Carrying On The Family Tradition
I'm 19 now and I have a brother who's 22. Our sister is about 25 now. When we were younger, she started spanking him regularly. At first it was a private thing between the two of them. She caught him trying on her clothes and rather than telling mom, she agreed to keep it quiet if he'd stop doing it and agree to take a spanking from her. He reluctantly agreed. Of course he didn't stop poking around in her closet (you boys never do) and he ended up getting his bottom bared several times per month. I found out about it a few months after it started. By the time a year had gone by, I was allowed to watch.
When she went off to college all the fun stopped. She had warned him to behave himself or he'd get a good paddling when she was home on breaks. I know he still snuck into her old room and tried on clothes she had left behind. My sister figured as much and asked me if he was leaving her stuff alone. I told her I knew he was still wearing her old underwear, dresses and shoes.
That first year's Christmas break, she waited until our parents had gone out and confronted him. She told him she knew he had been messing with her stuff and that he was going to get the spanking of his life. She told him to go get her hairbrush from the dresser and come down wearing just a pair of her old panties and a pair of heels. He blushed and did as he was told. When he came back he was pretty excited (the panties were filled out) but scared also. Our sister sat on the sofa, hiked up her skirt and told him to lie over her lap. She spanked and scolded him for a few minutes before sliding the panties down to mid-thigh (working them over his erect penis). She then spanked him until he was kicking hard and bright red.
She stood him up and told him that I'd be watching him and if he did this again that I had her permission to spank him myself. Then she noticed that he had squirted into the panties. She promised him another spanking for his 'accident' before she went back to school and told him to clean himself up. He teetered off in the heels looking rather ridiculous.
From the time I was 12 until he went off to college I spanked him once a week for one thing or another. If it was for going through old clothes, I sometimes had him wear panties. If he squirted on my lap (which happened from time to time) he got extra swats or another spanking the next day. We had to be careful not to let my parents know about it, but I'm pretty sure he often did things on purpose to get spanked.
One morning I noticed that one of my skirts had a broken zipper. I asked him if he knew anything about it and he said it wasn't him. I said that lying was going to get him a paddling and he swore it wasn't him, but a friend of his who had come over a few days ago. They were goofing around in the basement and his friend picked up my skirt from the laundry. He apparently made his voice squeaky, (supposed to sound like me!) slipped off his pants and pulled the skirt up around his waist as a joke. The zipper broke and when they panicked, they just put it back. I told my brother that someone was going to paddled for this and I didn't care who.
The next day he brought his friend over who apologized for breaking the zipper. My brother had told him to apologize. I asked him if that also meant he was willing to take the spanking and he didn't know what i was talking about. I ended up spanking him over his underwear with a paddle, then spanking my brother's *** for not telling his friend what was going to happen. I know his friend was mortified being spanked by a 13 year-old girl. I gave him a birthday spanking later that year but that was the last time.
Most of my brother's spankings were over my knee even though he was much bigger than I was. Even though he was taller and older, he still acted like a little boy when I reddened his butt with our sister's hairbrush. His friend still won't look me in the eye and blushes if I mention that day in our basement.