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Date: Thu,  1 Feb 2001 21:10:05 -0500
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St: Proper Use of a Hairbrush (t/b, M/t, b/t, spank, hairbrush)

The following story is fiction.  It contain scenes of spanking.  If
such a subject is offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor
(i.e., child) please leave now.

This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited
without permission.  Personal/private copies are permitted only if
complete including the copyright notice.

The author would appreciate your comments -- pro and con, including
constructive criticism, and suggestions.  YLeeCoyote@Lycosmail.com

Proper Use of a Hairbrush
by
Y. Lee Coyote

Timmy froze when he heard his brother yelling.  Yelling, no,
bellowing at him about using _his_ mini-screwdriver as a pry bar.
The screwdriver from his almost still
brand-spanking-new-birthday-present craft/model toolbox.  Ralph kept
yelling at him as he dragged him over his bed where he sat down.

"I told you NEVER EVER to touch my tools!  Now, not only did you do
that but you were using it improperly!"  With that he pulled down his
brother's jeans and shorts and hauled him over his lap.  Ralph was
furious and he spanked his little brother hard.  Very hard.  But that
did not assuage his anger.  As his brother yelled and promised and
begged for mercy, he saw what he needed -- his big, wide, heavy hard
wood backed hairbrush.  He leaned over and grabbed the evil brush.

THWACK!!  THWACK!!  THWACK!!  THWACK!!

Timmy was howling like a banshee.  Ralph continued to use the
hairbrush.

THWACK!!  THWACK!!  THWACK!!  THWACK!!

"STOP!!  RALPH STOP THAT IMMEDIATELY!!" roared their father as he
dashed into the boys' room.

Dad was angry that Ralph was abusing his little brother.  Yes, Ralph
had the right to be angry but not to beat his brother.

"What is this, Ralph?" asked his father holding up the hairbrush.

"A hairbrush, dad." answered Ralph.

"And what is it for?"

"Brushing hair." said Ralph softly.  He had a terrible premonition.

By now Timmy had stopped crying and pulled his pants up over his hot
red but not permanently injured behind.  Dad was very upset with his
big brother.  He was going to get to see his brother get it (a rare
treat) and that took precedence over his own pain.  He had not any
idea of how but he was sure that he was going to like it.  Dad
whispered something into Timmy's ear.

"YES, SIR!" he said as he bounded up the stairs to the attic to get
what dad wanted.  In just a minute he was back holding the item out
to his father.

"Ralph, what is Timmy holding?"

Ralph gulped and said: "Your fraternity paddle."

"And what is it for?"

"Paddling butt."

"Strip and assume the position."  It was all that Timmy could do to
keep from cheering as he watched his big brother strip completely and
then bend over holding his ankles.

Dad raised the paddle and brought it down hard on the upturned bottom
of his eldest son.

THWACK!!  Ralph howled in pain.  He howled for the next few also as
his butt turned bright red. Dad stopped and ordered him to lie on his
bed with his knees on the floor.  When Ralph was in position, dad
handed the paddle to Timmy.  "Give him a few, Timmy."

"Yes, dad."  Timmy swung the paddle a few times in the air as if he
was on deck in a baseball game and then stepped over to his big
brother.  The paddle connected squarely -- Thwack!  Ralph yelped even
though the blow was not nearly as hard as his dad's.  Timmy took full
advantage and quickly gave his big brother another five hits with the
paddle.  He paused.

"Do you think that's enough, Timmy?" dad asked in the quiet tone that
indicated that it was not really a question.  Timmy thought about it
for a minute.  Paddling his big brother was certainly fun but dad was
definitely hinting that he should stop.  It was certainly not a good
idea to provoke dad at this time.

"Just one more, dad."  Dad nodded and Timmy raised the paddle for the
last time.  Ralph body's tensed and he bit the bedspread in
anticipation of a heavy blow.  Then Timmy brought the heavy paddle
down lightly on the target.  He wanted his brother to know that it
was his choice and to "own him one".

"Boys, you are not to hit each other, PERIOD."

"Yes, sir." they both responded as dad left them.

Ralph was hurting badly and just collapsed on his bed.  Timmy could
not help but to have sympathy for his big brother.  He went to the
bathroom and wet a towel with cold water.  He returned and placed it
on his brother's flaming butt.  "Thanks, Tim." was all that Ralph
could manage.

The End

(C) Copyright by A.I.L.  February 1, 2001

Y.

Valid return address is <YLeeCoyote@Lycosmail.com>
(Posting address is for the spammers)

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