Lined Up And Spanked
I have one sister
and three brothers. We were all born within a seven year period. Needless to say, we were a hand full. Sometimes there would be a line in the hall outside of Dad's room as we each took our turn being spanked bare with his belt over the end of the bed. We went according to age. I would have to listen as my big brother was belted, knowing I would soon be in the same spot with my skirt up over my back and my panties around my knees. Big brother always tried to take his spankings stoically. He rarely cried. I would try to bite my lip and hold in the cries, but I would usually end up whimpering and crying. My next youngest brother would try to emulate our older brother, but he would end up yelling and begging. My little sister was rarely spanked. I feel like she was kind of put on a pedestal, and she was the family tattletale. But she did sometimes end up with a hot, red butt, too. I am a little ashamed to admit that I loved to witness or at least overhear Dad telling her to bare her butt while she cried and begged. He would usually have to bare it for her, because she would throw such a fit. Then I had the satisfaction of hearing her getting her bare butt belted just like the rest of us. She would howl like a baby. At least we older kids were used to it. We would laugh at her afterwards. Once, Dad caught us making fun of her for being spanked, and we ended up getting more belt smacks on our already sore, bare butts. My baby brother was and still is everyone's pet. He's never been spanked as far as I know.