The Brothers Ch. 02

Don looked amazed at the woman kneeling in front of his chair. This woman who from all he knew of her was well educated and very self-sufficient and yet was here in this room on her knees with her head bowed and allowing herself to be referred to as a slave. Even more amazing was the fact that she seemed very proud to be a slave... a slave to his older brother. And now, it seemed, she was totally at Don's own disposal... to do with as he wished.

Don looked over to his brother who was once again seated comfortably in the armchair across the room. Nick was staring at the girl and he has such a look of open pride and love on his face that Don recognized immediately that this thing was real between the two of them. And with that realization came another. He would never break his brother's trust.. not about his very special relationship with Ginger and not now either. A slave she might be... but she was not his slave... not his to play with nor to discipline. She belonged entirely to his brother.

"That's okay, Nick. I believe you. I believe you both. But she's yours and whatever you think she needs to do or however you think she needs to behave is all that matters."

As Don spoke he noticed Ginger's breath slowly leave her body as if she was able to relax once again. Nick nodded his head in acceptance of his brother's words.

"You're a good brother, Don, and I respect your choice just like I knew you'd be the one to respect the way Ginger and I choose to live."

Don responded quickly, "Well, sure, I know this is something you two don't want getting out and even though I'm totally freaked by this I swear I won't tell a soul, bro." Nick laughed. "Totally freaked? Really? You've known me since you were born and you've watched me my entire life. Does it really surprise you that I'd want to be the person in control not only in my life but in the lives of people I love?"

Don thought for a moment. "No.. that part doesn't surprise me at all. You've always been a control freak."

Nick smiled but said nothing. He could tell his little brother had more to say.

Don spoke the next few sentences quickly and to the point of running out of breath. He knew if he didn't say it fast he wouldn't have the courage to say it at all.

"To be honest the part that freaks me is the mental picture of you spanking her... you know.. like dad used to spank us. I don't know. It just seems so weird that she'd let you do it. And then I wonder if it really is like when dad did us or maybe it's more like on those old comedy shows when Ricky half pulled Lucy over his lap and slapped her butt a few times with her making howling sounds even though everybody knew it didn't really hurt."

The Dom seemed to consider his brother's words before asking a question that left Don unable to speak.

"Would you like to see it?"

When Don just sat with a questioning look on his face, Nick continued. His voice took on an edge.. not one of cruelty exactly but definitely one of darkness. Kneeling on the floor between the two men, Ginger whimpered.

"Since Ginger chose to demonstrate her disrespect in front of you it seems to me she should be punished in the same manner. It will serve to teach her an invaluable lesson so in a way you'd be doing me a great favor if you agree."

It was difficult to read Don's face. At first he seemed shocked at the proposal but then his eyes seemed to darken like his brother's did when he became serious. He looked first at the redhead who was still kneeling only inches from his boots. His gaze rested upon her bowed head and he noticed the trembling in her arms.. her palms resting on her knees. He looked then into the face of his older brother. A face which held no anger but also no humor.

Don's mind was spinning about the pros and cons but in the end he knew of nothing on this earth he wanted more than to see what his brother had offered. A nod of his head brought Nick into action.

"Ginger, crawl to your Master... now."

His voice was strong and allowed for no disobedience in response. Ginger knew better than to hesitate. The situation was already bad and she didn't want to make it any worse for herself so she immediately turned her body and made her way across the floor to her Master's feet where she stopped and bowed her head until it touched the floor in front of him.

"Young lady, with your disrespectful behavior tonight you have earned both corner time and my belt. You have five minutes to make yourself ready and be in position in the corner next to my mother's piano. Go."

She didn't move. She couldn't move. She must have heard him wrong. She looked timidly up into his face before she knew for sure that it was true. He wanted this of her. He demanded this of her. In this place where his brother watched and his mother's piano sat as a silent reminder that her Master was in control regardless of their surroundings.

The sobs didn't erupt until she reached the bathroom at the end of the hall.

Ginger sat on the white porcelain trying to stem the flow of her tears at the same time as she emptied her bladder. The sub had learned long ago that it was best not to have to go to the bathroom in the middle of one of Master's whippings. She remembered his lesson of making her continue feeling the slap of his belt as a small puddle formed on the tile beneath her feet. She'd had to clean the floor on her hands and knees with a bucket of hot soapy water and a sponge but not allowed to clean the dried urine on her own legs until the punishment was finally over. After putting away the bucket and tossing the sponge in the trash she'd had to stand for corner time... her ass striped red and the smell of her misdeed a constant reminder of her little girl status whenever she misbehaved.

The memory of that time spurred Ginger on so that this new punishment would hold no further humiliation than what was already coming to her. She removed her pale green Life Is Good cotton top with the drawing of a pair of flip flops under the V-shaped neckline, folded it neatly, and placed it on the counter top. On top of the shirt she placed her white laced bra. Finally she removed her faded Levis and slid them under the little pile of clothing which now signified the difference between the woman she had entered this house as and the slave she was now forced to show herself to be because her Master demanded it.

Eyes focused directly ahead of her, Ginger entered the living room once again. She wanted to run to her assigned spot but knew that wasn't allowed. She walked head bowed toward the corner by the piano. Her naked body was protected from two pair of alpha male eyes only by arms draped over her breasts as her hands were clasped at her waist and a pair of yellow panties with tiny red hearts all over. Finally reaching her destination, Ginger lowered her panties to her thighs, reclasped her hands at her waist, and stared at a single point where two walls came together.

Corner time had two goals. One was to give her time to reflect upon her misdeeds so she could apologize correctly for them and the other was solely to embarrass her. Nick was a very effective Master with a keen mind. He had learned that one of Ginger's greatest desires and needs was to be punished in ways that for others would destroy their self esteem. With Ginger, humiliation used properly led her to a strong sense a security and love so it became an integral part of their interactions.

The men in the room had followed the woman's movement through the room with very different facial expressions. Don's jaw dropped open and his eyes widened at the sight. Nick was stoic but his eyes shown with pride.

Don watched expectantly as his brother rose from his chair and walked over to stand at Ginger's back placing his right hand on the back of her head. He leaned in and whispered something into her ear. She replied though again in a voice so low Don couldn't make out the words. Nick's hand then moved lower to rest for a second on the girl's behind causing her to jump slightly. Finally, he went back to his chair where he sat, crossed his ankle over his knee, and looked back to Don once again.

"We have a few minutes before she can leave the corner."

Nick's smile reminded Don of a phrase he'd heard about men having a wolfish grin. Nick definitely resembled a wolf to his brother at this moment. And that made the nearly naked woman in the corner someone like Little Red Riding Hood. Don smiled at his own silent joke and wondered if he was supposed to play the woodsman with the ax coming to the little girl's rescue or if he'd rather be another wolf. He was leaning toward the wolf suggesting the brothers were closer than even they themselves thought.

Don was barely listening as his brother started talking about a mutual acquaintance who'd moved out of town years before but had recently returned. He nodded and mumbled a few "uh-huhs" but mostly he kept looking over to the naked girl in the corner. Her red hair falling in curls past her shoulders contrasted visibly with her pale skin. And, of course, the rolled yellow panties brought focus to her full buttocks which soon would be the object of his brother's wrath.

While Ginger had been out of the room his brother had openly shared information about his duties and Ginger's in their power exchange lifestyle. Nick explained that his role was to support his girlfriend's strengths while helping her to diminish her areas of weakness which included her tendency to speak without thinking first of the consequences. He told how much he loved her and wanted only to give her what she needed to feel like she belonged with him forever. And though Don and many other people might not agree the things they did they were, in fact, exactly what both she and he needed to be happy.

Nick realized his brother was no longer listening to him. He noted the furtive looks toward Ginger's naked backside. He didn't blame Don. How could he? If their places had been reversed he'd be the one who was mesmerized by all that was happening. But their roles were what they were and Nick had a job to finish. He didn't take any enjoyment from causing pain to his girl but he knew it was what she needed and, truth be told, it was what she wanted. She didn't like the pain but she craved the physical interaction and the emotional closeness a spanking brought to her with her Master. And so it was what he gave her. "Come here, young lady. Stand in front of your Master and tell him what rules you've broken tonight."

Ginger's emotions were in turmoil. Of course she was afraid of what her Dom was going to do with her next but she was also feeling very guilty about being such a brat in front of his brother. And then there was that new piece to add to her emotional chaos. His brother was watching even now. For the first time in her life she was being watched by an outsider while being punished. She was already standing naked in his full view and soon he'd see her bent over and being spanked. The humiliation was almost overwhelming. And then she remembered what Nick had whispered in her ear when he placed her in the corner.

Very quietly he'd said, "You have made me so proud of you tonight. I could not love you any more than I do right now."

She heard him call to her. She was determined not to fail him so she turned from what seemed like her safe place in the corner and walked to her Master's seated form keeping her panties above her knees as she proceeded.

"Tell me and also my brother, young lady, what has brought us to this place tonight with you standing first naked in a corner and now in front of me like a bad, little girl. And remember to speak clearly so that everyone can hear you."

Ginger tried to swallow but her mouth was dry as a desert. "Yes, Sir. This girl is here being punished because she kept saying bad things about her Master and even cursing at him after he'd warned her to stop. And she did it in front of somebody else too which was even more disrespectful... Sir." Her eyes dropped to a button on his shirt though she was proud she'd been able to hold his gaze while she'd been going over her misdeeds.

"Correct. And you already know the punishment for being disrespectful to me is the belt." Nick rose but watched the shudder pass over his girlfriend's body as he spoke the word "belt." It was the one instrument she feared most of all and yet the one she had asked for the first time he'd disciplined her years ago.

"I want you to bend over the arm of the chair and hold onto the other arm. Spread your legs and keep your hands where they belong, young lady, or I'll have to ask my brother to hold them down so you don't get a broken finger. Do you understand?"

A very subdued Ginger nodded and whispered, "Yes, Sir," as she assumed the position she'd been told to take.

She heard the metal clinking of her Master's belt buckle being undone and the swoosh of leather being pulled through the loops of his jeans. This she was used to and the next sound she expected to her was a loud smack to be followed immediately by her own gasp but instead she heard her Master's voice. "Don, can you see well enough over there? Why don't you come closer? After all she was breaking the rules and laughing about it and using you as her protector. I think it's fair you should see everything that happens instead of just what she wanted you to see. As a matter of fact, since she was really using you and thus disrespecting you as well you might just need to take an active part in the discipline too. You can decide, of course, but after I'm finished I will offer you the opportunity to deliver a few stripes across our girl's backside yourself."

Ginger didn't have time to fully comprehend what she'd just heard or note if the targeted audience of the speech was moving closer. All she had time to consider was the explosion of pain that swept across her bare ass cheeks all the way to her hip. The belt came down time after time and always it seemed to find a new place to inflict pain. Her fingers dug tightly into the cloth of the chair's arm though the need to let them fly backward and protect her poor welted skin was growing intense. The only thing that held her in check was the threat of having to look up and see her possible future brother-in-law holding her naked body still while she was being whipped.

The apologies and begging started after the fourth stripe had been applied though they were sometimes unintelligible being interrupted always by yelps and sobs.

To Don this night had been filled with one surprise after the next and each was bigger than the one before. He had been introduced to the intimate aspects of his brother's personal life, he'd watched a grown woman turn from a brat into a well-behaved slave, he'd seen that same woman standing naked in a corner without speaking for ten minutes, and now he was watching his brother apply his belt to her very red and obviously hurting butt.

The most surprising thing of all for Nick's younger brother came from within himself. He wasn't appalled. He didn't want to make it all stop or walk out the door so he couldn't see it anymore. It was as if he was hypnotized. He didn't know if he had it within himself to control another human being the way Nick did but he knew he was fascinated by the sight of it.

Nick listened intently to the sounds his girlfriend was making and at the same time paid special attention to the hot looking welts appearing across her bottom and the backs of her thighs. With discipline there always came a moment when the receiver finally became truly repentant. Ginger tended to start crying and begging him to stop as soon as he started. Her tears were real but her level of remorse wasn't deep or even true. That came much later and with many more marks of the belt applied. He knew his girlfriend and he was well aware that she generally thought she was right even when she wasn't. It took a bit of effort on his part and more than a bit of crying on hers for her to truly become aware of her errors.

Finally Nick heard it. A soul wrenching sob and his girlfriend's body relaxed totally into the chair. He had achieved his goal. At this point further punishment would be only for his own needs. And he did have one further need to fulfill. One that in the end would benefit Ginger as well.

Nick extended his hand and the leather it held toward Don. "It's your turn, brother. I believe three stripes should make the point to our little girl that you, too, must be respected."

Don hesitated a moment but finally took the folded ends of the belt into his own hand. The leather was warm from being held so tightly and for so long. He noted its weight and length. No wonder it left such marks on unprotected skin.

The brothers changed places around the crying girl and Don took a deep breath as he raised the belt as he'd seen his brother and his father before him do. His swing was full and determined to hit its mark. On impact, the belt made a cracking sound followed by another weak sob from Ginger. He wasn't sure he wanted to continue but he also didn't want to look weak in front of his brother. Two more times he delivered blows that left individual red welts which interweaved with more than a dozen others on the girl's skin. He stopped and gave the belt back to Nick with a deep breath and nod.

Nick lifted Ginger from her draped position and slid her onto his lap. Her cries sounded so forlorn against his chest. He hugged her close to his body while whispering reassurances into her ear. "It's okay, baby. Everything's forgiven. It's all over now. Daddy loves you." Over and over again he said these things until the cries grew quieter until they were finally stilled.

"Is my little girl ready to go home now?"

"Yes, Sir. Can I get dressed first?"

Nick laughed. She asked the question in complete earnestness. After discipline Ginger was the picture of ultimate obedience.

"I think that would be best. Hurry up and we'll watch some tv before bed when we get home."

Her face broke into a brilliant smile. "I love you, Sir!" She kissed his cheek quickly and then raced off down the hall to the bathroom and her waiting wardrobe.

"Young lady.. I think you forgot something."

She stopped mid-step and turned with a look that held a trace of fear until she saw Nick's fingers holding up her yellow panties which had been dropped from their place at her knees much earlier.

A slow blush spread over her face as Ginger came back into the room much more slowly than when she'd left it a moment ago. Reminded of her punishment, she became more demure and even a little embarrassed again at being naked in front of the men. She thanked her Master, took the panties, and left the room a second time in as many minutes but this time with her hands folded over her breasts.

She used the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door to view the red stripes left by Nick... and also by his brother. That little detail was still too new to have digested fully. She dressed slowly and with more than a few grimaces, washed the traces of tears and ruined make up from her face, and then prepared herself mentally to leave the private sanctum of the bathroom.

Her life was forever changed. Her Master had made it fully and intimately known to another that she was his... mind, soul, and body. On the one hand it filled her with joy to know he loved her that much. It also meant they had shared a secret that could never be taken back. For the rest of their lives she would never be able to visit this house or look Nick's brother in the eye again without imagining what he was seeing. Her. Lying naked over a chair being whipped with his brother's belt.

A blush rose into her cheeks at the thought. She was sure it would never leave again.