Jeff and Brian Riley Part 2

David had given me a quarter. Okay, to some of you, that might not seem like a big deal. However, these were the days when my mom sent me to the store to get two packs of cigarettes, and I was allowed to get candy with the change from the dollar. With a quarter, I was well on my way to ruin my teeth and appetite.

On my way to the store, I happened to run across my two best buddies. It didn’t take too much thought to see that I could afford to buy my pals a little bubble gum. They loved the offer and were glad to tag along with me. I waited for them while they ran to ask their mom, and was very happy to see them coming back in only a few seconds.

Can you remember what it was like to be 6 and have a small fortune? Okay, I guess I really can’t either. On the other hand, I do very clearly remember that day and the fun that we had as I picked out a handful of penny candy. I remember the fun I had as we tried to blow bubbles on the way back. And, I remember the tension and sudden fear that radiated from them when they saw their mom as we came back around the corner.

"Jeffrey Richard! Brian Andrew! Where have you two been?" she enquired loud enough for us to hear her across the street and down to yards. The boys went pale, since she was obviously not very happy.

They both tried to cower as she came striding towards us and babbled their responses. "We were only gone a few minutes, Mama. We only went to the store." They were both saying the same basic thing and speaking so fast I really couldn’t tell who was saying what, or all of what they were saying. What their mother was saying was more than clear.

"Did I tell you that you could go anyplace? Didn’t I tell you to stay in the yard? Do you think you can just go where you want when you feel like it?" Her voice wasn’t quite loud enough to shake windows, but it was obviously impressive to the boys, and was making me a little scared.

"We couldn't find you, Mom," Brian explained.

"Then you should have kept looking, shouldn't you?" She asked sarcastically.

The boys tried to make other excuses, but Mrs. Riley was totally uninterested in hearing them.

"You two are in so much trouble." She stood there for a minute, almost trembling, before she continued. "Get to your room right now, and you’d better be ready when I get there."

"The boys knew what that meant and pleaded to be let off. The promised they’d be good and swore they’d never do anything wrong again, if she just forgave them this time. She was having none of it, and she let them know. "Now!"

The two of them turned and headed for the house. I think they were too scared to not go fast, but the dread of hastening to their doom was showing in every step they took. I felt the same dread as Mrs. Riley turned her attention to me.

"Do you understand that Jeff and Brian are in very big trouble?"

I nodded, then thought I should be on my best manners, so added, "Yes, Ma’am."

"Do you understand why?"

"Because they didn’t ask you if they could go to the store?"

"That’s right. This isn’t the first time they got in trouble with you. It’s not your fault that they did things they weren’t supposed to, but they did them in front of you and with you."

I was starting to get very scared about where this was going. I didn’t know what I might have done wrong, but that didn’t always matter. I could feel my body tensing and shivering as I waited for her to go on.

"I think, since they keep getting in trouble with you, it would be good for them if you watched them get their spanking."

Have you ever heard the phrase ‘weak in the knees’? That’s how I felt when she told me ‘watch’ instead of ‘get’. I don’t know if she noticed or not, but she took me by the shoulder and guided me towards their house.

Mrs. Riley headed towards the front door, but then gave me a push towards the boy’s door. "Don’t knock. Just go on in there and tell them I’ll be there real fast, so they’d better be sure they’re ready."

I walked in and Jeff and Brian jumped. Both of them had their shirts off and Brian already had his jeans off.

As soon as I walked in, Jeff turned to look at me and asked, "What are you doing here?"

He didn’t sound very friendly, but he must have been embarrassed. "Your mom told me to come in here and tell you that she’ll be here in a minute."

"Fine! You told us, now go home."

"She told me to wait for her, but she said you’d better be ready."

Jeff was angry and had started towards me, but stopped when his brother spoke up.

"It’s not his fault, Jeff. We shoulda known better. He was just being nice. Now you‘d better get ready."

I’d been full of dread when I thought Mrs. Riley was going to spank me, too. Now, my heart was trip-hammering for a different reason. The sight of Brian in nothing but his briefs made my mouth dry and my stomach felt all chumbly and turny. It got even worse as Jeff, who’s fly was already open, slowly and reluctantly lowered his jeans as well and stepped out of them.

The Riley’s were as fair-skinned as you can imagine red-heads with an Irish surname might be. Back then, during the summer, boys were outside almost all day, every day but Sunday, almost from wake-up to bedtime. Jeff and Brian both had a multi-hue tan, as I imagine I did. Their lower arms and necks were darkest, where the sun always hit. Their lower legs and upper arms and shoulders were not quite as dark, but still got plenty of exposure from shorts and tank tops. Their upper bodies were fairly pale, but still got some exposure from swimming and just running around shirtless. But their upper legs were nearly as white as their jockeys.

I’d felt the same way when Kim and Kelly’s mom had spanked us, but that was like saying a punch in the arm by your little brother felt like getting hit by a line-drive. It was vaguely similar, but hardly the same.

I didn’t understand what I felt or why I felt that way; only that the feeling was overpowering and nothing like when I was about to get spanked. It had a similar feeling to how I felt then, but without being scary. I can only assume that what I remember feeling was an overwhelming sense of anticipation. I felt bad for my friends, but I wanted to see this so bad I could taste it.

Even knowing how bad I hated getting spanked and knowing they got it worse than me, didn’t stop me from staring at them. Neither of them was fat, though Jeff was a little more boyish and soft, while Brian was already lean and firm. Their undies were snug, and both of them filled out the back very nicely. I was trying not to be rude or obvious, but both of them were in their own worlds.

Brian stood like a soul lost. He knew what was coming, knew how bad it would be, knew there was no escape for him, and - probably worst - knew he’d brought it upon himself. He was lost in his own private misery with no idea of what to do while he waited.

Jeff looked in a similar state at first. His hands were absently rubbing at the seat of his undies. Back then, all a boy ever wore was white briefs. This was before underoos or even colored briefs, as far as I know. The main thing I recall about that moment was that Jeff was wearing double-seat briefs. After a moment, he looked at me, though, then walked over to me. I was a little nervous, considering his previous behavior, but then he smiled at me. It was a wan, sickly smile, but he still made the effort.

"I know it’s not your fault. I’m sorry for yelling at you. Thanks for the g…" which is as far as he got before the bedroom door opened to admit their mother.

In her right hand, she carried a hairbrush. I’m sure it was an average, normal hairbrush, but to my six-year old eyes, and knowing it’s intended purpose, it seemed a terrible instrument. It looked huge and the dark, plastic bristles seemed to gleam. I do remember that it was dark, with a glint to it, like cherry wood. As she lectured them, she gestured with it, like a conductor leading his orchestra.

"I don’t know what you boys think you’re doing. I don’t know why you think your father and I make these rules. I don’t know what makes you think you can ignore me and do whatever you want. I do know this, though - you boys are going to learn to do as you’re told, or you are going to spend a whole lot of time standing up, because I’m not going to put it with it from you."

As she lectured, she’d moved a chair to the center of the room and taken her place in it. As her harangue drew to a close, she beckoned her sons closer to her. Both boys stepped up, their reluctance showing that they knew what came next. With no more word or warning, their mother reached up, grabbed Jeff’s briefs by the waistband and slid them down his lean legs. As soon as he’d stepped out of them, she did the same to Brian.

I know I’d seen naked boys before. I’ve seen pictures of my cousins and me together. I’d even take baths with Uncle Tracy, but that didn’t really count because he was so old (14!). These were the first boys my own age that I could remember seeing like this - starkers! My chest ached from the fierce beating of my heart.

I drank in the sight of them, not able to look away from those small, short, and so sweet little shafts dangling between their legs. And the skin! While the little bump at the end of their shafts were a delicious pink, the rest was even whiter than their legs. Back then, I didn’t know about ultra-violet rays; I just new that the skin was almost the color of vanilla ice cream and I found myself wondering how it would taste.

I didn’t understand these emotions. I had nothing to compare them to and no way to know why I felt so weird. Even as their Mom grabbed Jeff and dragged him between her legs, I was torn between the sick feeling in my stomach caused by the eminent spanking of two of my best friends and the weird, but pleasant sensation slightly lower down. With him standing between her legs, she forced him forward across her left leg, pinning his legs with her right one. Then she pulled his arms behind his back and pinned his wrists in hers.

I didn’t have much time to be confused by it, because a minute later I was totally wrapped in the sight of Mrs. Riley lifting the brush to elbow height and smacking down against Jeff’s creamy, soft, round bottom.

Their mom spanked slowly and methodically. Every time the bristles smacked down on that beautiful little bottom, it left a rectangular pattern of angry, red blotches. She lifted it, seemed to examine the marks, and then she lined up for the next smack, leaving another mark, which she examined again.

Jeff was screaming and writhing. He jerked, but couldn’t kick. When he tried to push himself up, she just put a little pressure on his arms, forcing him back down. At seven years old, you wouldn’t expect him to be too brave about it, but he was crying before the first swat fell and was howling before the third. It didn’t stop her, though. It didn't even slow her down. She kept going, implacably landing swat over swat until his whole bottom was covered with little red splotches. She paused and let his right leg loose from her legs, then spread them apart. That did not have a pleasing result from Jeff. His cries became screeches and pleas for mercy as she forced his legs apart.

With his right leg bent and caught with her left foot, she carefully lined up with a the sensitive inner thighs and began again. There weren’t many strokes this time, but each one brought a fresh wail from him. When she finished, he couldn’t even stand. He tried, but his legs were so sore and weak that he just collapsed. She picked him up and laid him on the bed before turning her attention to his elder brother. Brian was trembling, but he must known better than to disobey and so made his way to her side when she summoned him. She placed him the same way, pinning his hands and legs, and then she lifted the brush again.

Brian was braver than his little brother - hardier, or just more used to it - but it still didn’t take many strokes to have him howling just as hard and just as loud as his brother had been. And Jeff was still laying there on the bed, crying loud and hard. The sound was horrible. The sound was delicious. I was torn by sympathy and ecstasy as Brian broke, howling and bawling and squirming as wildly as he could manage while his mom had him almost totally restrained that way. The punishment was unrelenting, pausing only for his mother to spread his legs and secure them sepatately.

As his mother spread his legs, his crying died down a bit, but he was whining, begging for just a little mercy, but it didn’t stop her. Those last few swats had him screaming so loud it nearly hurt me. Jeff’s cries had died down to harsh sobs broken by coughs. He was slowly pushing himself up to watch the end of his brother’s punishment.

Like I said, Brian was a little sterner than his younger brother. He was shaky, but he managed to keep his feet when his mom let him up. He gradually stepped back to the side of the bed as Jeff made his way to his feet. The two of them stood there, side by side; their faces soaked with tears and snot, blotchy and red from the crying. Jeff’s crying was almost silent now, but his brother was loud enough for both of them. There was no spanking dance, like I often did after being paddled. The didn’t have the energy for it. They didn’t even rub for fear of making the pain worse.

Mrs. Riley sat there, staring at the two naked boys and ignoring me, which left me free to stare at them also (though presumably not for the same reasons). She slowly turned the brush over and began to pat the flat side against her hand. At first, the boys were too lost in their own misery to even notice her, or probably anything but their own aching tushies. They finally calmed down though after several long minutes that were filled with nothing but the sound of their slowly quieting sobs and the tap - tap - tap of that brush. Finally, though sheer patience, she caught their attention again and held it for a moment, like a snake catching two small birds with it’s gaze. I could even see Brian following the brush up and down as it tapped against his mother’s palm.

"How do you boys feel about the idea of getting the flat now?"

Brian hastened to promise that he’d learned his lesson and didn’t need anymore and would do anything to prove it only please no more spankings. The threat left him barely coherent, which was better than Jeff, who began crying again and couldn’t stop or speak. He crying didn’t help Brian remain calm, and their mother’s voice overriding the tears only seemed to make things worse.

"If you ever do something like this again -EVER! - you will get the flat before I’m through with you. Do you understand that?"

The room echoed with their rush to assure her that, not only did they understand but would obey with all their heart. If the boys kept the promises they made right then, they’re probably still calling her for permission before leaving their homes.

Mrs. Riley looked at them for a minute more, then stood and left the room. As soon as she was gone, Jeff collapsed onto the bed. He barely had the strength to turn a bit as his legs gave out, so he didn’t land on his rear. Even though Jeff was barely sobbing again now. Brian was still shaking with sobs, yet still showed more fortitude than his little brother. He turned and laid carefully down on the bed, then turned a bit to rest his hand on his little brother’s back.

I stood there for a minute, just watching them. It was an incredible sight. Their bottoms were a rosy red, covered with those blood-red spots, some of which were even looking bruised. I couldn’t see Brian’s face, but Jeff’s eyes were heavy and drooping closed. His whole face was red and wet with tears and snot. I felt really bad for him and knew how bad they must hurt, and I couldn’t understand why it made me feel so good.

I stood there as Brian’s sobs began to fade, then I started to leave, but stopped. I patted my pockets, then turned back to them. Jeff’s heavy breathing had slowed to the point that he must have been asleep. Brian was just laying there, so I thought he was too. I pulled a couple of pieces of bubblegum from my pocket, then stopped and added a couple of rolls of BBs (which were little chocolate balls with candy coating, much like tiny M&Ms). I placed them on the bed between the two boys and turned again to leave.

Before I pulled my hand away, Brian reached out and laid his hand atop mine. I turned to look at him, but couldn’t think of anything to say. He gave me a sad, weak smile. His eyes were barely open and it was obvious that he’d literally been worn out. I returned his smile as he quietly said thanks. I laid my free hand on his shoulder, then started away again, letting my hand trail down his nude side. I paused with it on his hip, wanting so badly to see if his bottom was as hot after a spanking as mine was; wanting to see so badly how that little worm on the front felt and if it would be as much fun to touch his as it was to touch mine.

In the end, cowardice, common sense, or just respect for what he’d just been through won out. This time I did walk away, quietly closing the door behind me.

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We were still friends after that. I don’t think it really changed anything between us, except for one little thing that we took care of not long after that. Well, and the fact that I started asking if it was okay with their mom before we did anything. Of course, they were my best friends and we did live just a couple of houses away from each other, and that was far from my last spanking adventure with their family. But those are stories for another time.