Jonathan Day 1
by Tim Thomasson
timthommass@yahoo.com

copyright 2005 by Tim Thomasson, all rights reserved 

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY.  It contains
explicit  depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If
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This was not how Jonathan had thought his life would turn
out. Not after the sudden death of his parents a few months
ago. In a way, at the time, there was a part of Jonathan
that was all but relieved at their passing. Not that a part
of him didn't love them, but they were just so strict. Even
minor infractions, the kind most parents just give a silent
look of warning too, were met with a spanking in his case. 

Having not seen his half brother in over a year, and maybe
only a handful of times over the past decade, Jonathan had
painted a picture in his head of how life

would be once he moved in with his brother and his wife. He
assumed that his brother, Benjamin, being 28 and his wife,
Carole, being 24, and wasn't she a hottie, would be more
like friends than authoritative figures. That he would be
spending long and lazy afternoons laying on the couch,
watching TV and eating chips, living a life of ease that all
14 year old boys dream of. 

The first sign of foreshadowing occurred the day of the
funeral when Jonathan had decided to wear jeans with his
white shirt. His brother took one look at those and ordered
him to change, "Now." in a tone that was as ominous as any
his father had ever used. Trying to assert his Independence
Jonathan had tightened his face and said "No. I am fine the
way I am." Then felt his knees go weak as his brother took a
step forward. There was something suddenly earthy and raw
about his brother, a roughness to the edges, that reminded
Jonathan of his father. A reminder that caused him to
suddenly change his mind and put on his dress slacks. 

Reality set in when they finally got back to his brother's
home. And it wasn't the house or the neighborhood that
created the fear within, both were nice if unassuming, the
only drawback was that the house was set apart and away from
the other homes. Norway his new bedroom unacceptable, roomy,
if kinda starkly furnished, but then hey, he knew they
weren't expecting anyone to be living in it. It was as it
appeared, a spare bedroom. It was the conversation, and it's
aftermath, once he had finished unpacking that had chilled
him to his bones. 

Calling him into the front room Benjamin and Carole said it
was time that they all sit down and discuss the rules.
Jonathan's first reaction was to go quiet. A reaction
learned from a lifetime of having lived with his parents.
Even so nothing in his mind had prepared him what was to
follow. 

At first Benjamin seemed to be collecting his thoughts,
before looking at Carole, who was leaning back into the
couch like some queen in a bad movie, then smiling, as if
she had just given her approval to him, as well as her
strength of conviction, before starting to speak. 

Jonathan couldn't believe his ears. These rules were as bad,
some worse, than the ones he had before, and at least then
it was his parents who had set them down. He was being told
that he would have a dusk curfew. That once it was dark out
it was time for little boys to be inside and off the
streets. That he would have a nightly bath time of 8
o'clock. Yes, a bath time. Showers were the domain of
adults. Not children. Jonathan was then told that he would
be putting on his pajama's after his bath and would then be
told if he could stay up until 9 or if he was to go right to
bed. 

Benjamin was still talking, slowly laying out the new rules,
with a growing grin, one that almost matched the smugness on
Carole's face, when Jonathan cried out how unfair this all
was and how he wasn't going along with these rules. No way. 

The look on Benjamin's face was one of pure viciousness.
Forget all the layman pop psychiatry, it all boiled down to
one simple fact, Benjamin was his father's son, and Jonathan
was going to be used to even the score with him. Starting
now. 

All it took was one quick step and Benjamin had a hold of
his brothers arm. Then tightening his grip until there was a
grimace of pain and a panting of sorry's from Jonathan.
"Young man, in this house you will listen and obey. Is that
understood?" Frightening back tear Jonathan simply nodded
yes. "I can't hear you."

Looking at the floor, Jonathan let out a yelp to the
increased pressure on his arm, one that contained the word
sorry. 

Relaxing his grip, but not letting go of his brother's arm,
Benjamin moved his face into Jonathan's, until their noses
were all but touching, before whispering loudly, "Wrong. In
this house we will be addressed as sir and ma'am from this
moment on. Got it?" Looking around wildly Jonathan wanted
nothing more than to run, but run where, there was no place
to go. So in a broken voice that was so soft as to be sweet,
he uttered a small "Yes sir." 

"Good. Now I want you to go to Carole and apologize for your
outburst. This was the last thing Jonathan wanted to do. To
go to this curvy brunette and apologize, but with his head
hanging down, all the while refusing to look her in the eye,
he walked over to the couch and quietly said, "I'm sorry
Carole." 

Looking up he expect to see Carole nodding her approval, or
maybe grinning at his expense, as she seemed to have been
doing every since they had walked in the door. Instead he
was greeted by a piercing set of gray eyes that seemed all
but hooded as she intoned, "Carole? Carole?" 

"Jonathan?", and there was a look in her eyes that was as
fierce as fire, "Maybe you didn't hear your brother, but, in
this house you will address me formally, as in yes ma'am or
no ma'am and in no other way!" Her tone contained a kinda
warning signal that all but leaped into Jonathan's bones and
as much as it seemed to physically hurt he found himself
croaking out a "Yes ma'am. Sorry ma'am." 

Sitting up straight Carole was now alive in emotion and it
was obvious where the strength lie in this household.
Reaching out she cupped Jonathan's face in her hands and
tilted it until they were eyeball to eyeball. And if one can
smile an evil intent, Carole was, letting the moment build
until she could feel Jonathan trembling. 

"My boy" she taunted, "In this house, while under my rule,
our roof, you won't ask how high or how far or even how long
you are to jump if told to jump. You will jump as high and
as long as you can until you are told you can stop."
Jonathan could feel the heat of his ears as her words kept
slicing into him like knives. But he now knew to answer with
a "Yes ma'am." 

Carole kept her hands clamped on Jonathan's face, as if to
peer into the boy's mind, as if she was in the act of
hypnotizing him, until she finally sensed his submission to
her will, before serenely murmuring, almost as if talking to
herself, "And if you don't, you will be punished!" 

All sorts of crazed thoughts were running through Jonathan's
mind, so many in fact that the one that scared him the most
came out, came rushing out, without warning and against his
will, "Punished? How?"

"That all depends on what you have done; doesn't it
Jonathan? In this case, for example, we have several
choices. But I think this time, being that this is your
first day here, that a spanking ought to do the trick." 

The 'Huh' on Jonathan's face was all his mind could
registered, until he saw the look of pleasure and approval
on his brother's face. They were serious! 

Trapped and confused. Afraid. Jonathan didn't hear Carole
the first time. It took the shadow of his brother looming
suddenly near before he came back to the moment. Before
looking at Carole in a way that he hoped said, sorry, I
didn't hear what you said. With the purr of a cat Carole
repeated herself. Slowly. Giving herself the time to enjoy
the reaction on Jonathan's face. "I said. Take your clothes
off." 

The sudden gasp from Jonathan, the sudden wide open
expression of shock, these were but teases to Carole  .It
was Jonathan's plea's, not to mention how he was pleading,
that hit Carole where she lived. It was the way that the boy
was all but groveling that caused Carole to cross her legs
as she demanded he do so now.  Or else. 

Catching her husband's eye but for the briefest of moments,
Carole knew that he too was enjoying the show. Maybe even
more than she was. Both kept their silence as a teary eyed
Jonathan took of his T-shirt. Although it might have been
questionable as to who felt the bigger charge racing through
them when Carole told Jonathan that he was to fold his
clothing as it came off. 

Struggling to get out of jeans left Jonathan's underwear
already half way down his hips and Benjamin had to laugh
when he instinctively pulled them backup. Smirking as he
pointed out the obvious to his brother. How in mere seconds
they are coming off anyway. It was all Jonathan could do to
keep his small sobs to himself. 

Benjamin was now standing behind his wife. Placing his hand
on her shoulder, the strength of his grip all but biting
into her until Carole had to shrug her shoulder in an
attempt to loosen his pressure. But all of that was
forgotten the moment Jonathan was standing in front of them.
Clad in only his boxers. 

Looking at Jonathan, she next turned to her husband and
asked him to remind her that on top of pj's she also needed
to buy Jonathan some normal underwear tomorrow. Who in the
right mind allows little boys to wear men's underwear. They
should be dressed accordingly. Benjamin smiled in response. 

As these words reached Jonathan's ears there was a part of
him that wanted to cry out that he wasn't a boy, he was a
man, as you will soon see, he bitterly thought. Still, the
years of training at the hands of his mother and father had
taught him to keep his mouth shut. As well as to obey. 

Finally he had no other choice, and with a whimper, Jonathan
grabbed hold of his waistband and tugged down. 

There was a quiet to the room. Eerily so. It was as if all
three had gone into their own minds and stepped out of time.
Jonathan to block out the fact he was now exposing himself.
While Benjamin and Carole were actually holding their
breath, like kids on their birthday just before the new
present comes into view. Unlike some birthdays before, they
were not disappointed. Jonathan was a well hung young man
for any age. But especially for 14. And the length of his
young manhood up against a still developing body made him
appear even that much larger. Carole's lips curved into a
gentle leer as thoughts of days to come went dancing through
her mind. Benjamin scowled. It seemed that once again the
old man had given everything to Jonathan. Before a dark
rumble inside his chest all but talked to him. Reminding him
that Jonathan was now his. 

Jonathan's body was tight and lean with the developing lines
of hard muscle that would soon be forming. A sculptures
delight in it's clean lines and suppleness.

Looking hard, trying to find a flaw, Benjamin found his mood
turning even darker yet. He couldn't find any. Even the baby
fine hairs that were on his calves were bleached so blond
that instead of being a distraction, they accented
Jonathan's long legs. Damn it. Even his pubic hair was fine,
looking like imported silk, instead of the coarse hair so
many males had. 

It took Carole a moment to control her breathing, her own
self imagine wouldn't allow her to let either brother see
the weakness she now felt, before ordering Jonathan to come
here as she patted the cushion beside her. 

Grabbing Jonathan's arm she all but threw him over her knee,
doing so to hide the light pants of pleasure she was afraid
she might be omitting. Only Benjamin saw the thrill in her
eyes and watched as the 125 pounds of boy all but wiggled
into her, trying to find a comfortable spot. Unaware that in
doing so his young manhood was gently rubbing up, and then
down, against Carole's thigh. Unaware that for a moment she
had allowed her head to fall back and her mouth to open in
pleasure, before her husband clamped his mouth quietly over
hers and snaked his tongue in. 

The second passed and Carole sat up straight and found
herself talking in her deepest register. The one that men
called smokey. Telling Jonathan in words what she was
feeling. How this was the first, and the last time, that she
was going to spank him with her hand. How every time he
disobeyed her, no matter how small or trivial the request
seemed, he was going to be punished. 

Not that Jonathan was really listening. He lay, already
slumped in defeat, across Carole's lap. Dazed at what was
happening. Yet sadly familiar with this positioning. He
cliched his buttocks. 

This clinching was somehow a signal to Carole. One that told
her she either had to control herself, and her sweeping
emotions, now, or else she may never be able to control
them. It was as if she was being confronted. Damn it, it was
hard though. Jonathan's butt was neither large, nor small,
but boyish round mounds of pink that had suddenly bubbled up
with his clenching. The perfect target. 

Reaching high into the air Carole let loose with the hardest
smack she could deliver and felt relief at the sound it
created. As well as the small bounce from the boy riding her
lap. He was not to big, not yet anyway, for her hand. 

Deliberately Carole spanked. Giving her stinging hand a
chance to breath and calm down after each blow. Allowing the
fire to slowly build in Jonathan's butt. Giving her just
enough time to relish the feel his weight bouncing against
her. All the while thinking thank goodness he was just far
enough down on her lap that he wouldn't feel any wetness.
After all. It wouldn't be nearly the sexual thrill for her
if the boy knew she was getting off on this. No. The thrill
came from the control and the fear. Both of which could be
lost should he ever suspect the truth. 

There, Jonathan had finally let out with a real cry, one
that was actually begging her to stop. Begging her with a
wetness of voice that stated that yes, he was a boy. A boy
that was finally breaking. Her cue to now spank quickly,
making sure that all of the blows were placed one atop the
other on his lower sit spot. 

It seemed as if they were tied together in some sort of
strange dance. The more Jonathan bounced on her lap. The
harder his legs kicked. The further apart they spread. The
louder and wetter his cries. The harder and faster Carole
spanked. Until the point came where Jonathan could no longer
beg, or buck. Just cry.

Sinking into the couch Carole could feel her dual
exhaustion. The physical from the spanking. The mental from
the giant orgasm that was being held at bay by nothing more
than sheer will power. Benjamin leaned over, wiped some of
the sweat of her brow with his hand, then deeply kissed her
with a passion she hadn't felt since their wedding night. 

At first Jonathan, many minutes of sobbing later, took the
absence of spanks to be a sign he was now free to get off of
Carole's lap and was stunned when she simply pushed back and
ask, "What do we say Jonathan?"

Knowing the boy wouldn't understand, she let him try and
guess the correct response for a moment, enjoying the look
of amusement upon her husbands face, before telling him, "We
say. Please ma'am. May I get up." Jonathan said it correctly
on the third try. 

Off Carole's lap Jonathan danced the dance of all spanked
boys everywhere. The furious rubbing. The foot hopping. The
head titled down as his tears continued to fall. The sad
faced look as he too watched his boyhood swing too and fro,
all too aware of, the sight he was presenting. And at what
Carole, especially, must be staring at. This continued until
Carole told him to stand in front of her. 

Quickly he obeyed her next order and clasped his hands
behind his back, even as new flush of shame brightened his
already scarlet face. He listened quietly as she scolded
him, and talked down to him, reinforcing the fact that in
her opinion, he was but a boy, and would be treated as such.
Before looking at Benjamin as if to say, is there anything
that needs to be added? 

Smiling to himself, but only to himself, Benjamin tenfold
his brother that in this house there was no such thing as a
spanking that didn't contain corner time. And felt a thrill
of victory as his little brother choked back a protest. Then
meekly said, "Yes sir." to the stern look on his brother
face. 

Benjamin took his time placing Jonathan in the corner. 
Stretching out each order as to enjoy the full effect it had
upon the boy. Making sure that his little brother understood
that indeed, his nose will actually be touching the wall.
That yes. His hands will be on top of his head. Not only
will there be no rubbing this way, better yet, this shows
off what happens to bad little boys Jonathan. That they are
spanked. Making sure Jonathan understood that he was not
allowed to utter a word while in the corner. That to do so
would start the clock over. And only they, Carole and
himself, knew just how long he was going to be standing
naked in the corner. And should he turn around. If his eyes
just once, just once, left that wall, he would get a second
spanking. 

Grinning wickedly at the submission in his brothers voice,
taking one more long look at the spanked bottom that stood
quivering in the corner, Benjamin smiled at his wife, then
gently took her hand, lifted it to his lips and kissed it,
before walking them towards the bedroom. 

  
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