My brother Matt was a pee-er, he just really loved peeing. When we
were out on the road and had to make an emergency pit-stop for him to
relieve himself he would step away from the car and them try and pee
as high into the air and as far a s he could. My mom always called
him 'Golden Arches' which is here used not as the registered
trademark of a multinational fast-food conglomerate but to describe
the color and shape of my brother's handiwork. Anyway it was one of
those shared bath times and Matt and I had gotten into a fight we
were hitting and punching naked and sopping. Then when Matt had been
pushed too far he decided to switch to pee instead of fists and
started peeing on me. I jumped out and slopped around the floor, wet
feet on linoleum. He would give it a little quick burst and then
pinch it off laughing super hard at my futile attempts at finding
cover. I finally got over behind the laundry basket and he was just
giving me cover fire burst when my mom came in and Matt was standing
up naked on the edge of the tub and I was pee soaked and naked hiding
behind the laundry hamper. My mom devolved the situation into some
bare-bottom spanking time for Matt and to a lesser extent me for
starting the fight. I don't think their was a punishment more feared
in our household then to be caught red-handed and bare-bottomed and
to receive your spankings au natural. Naked and wet is no way
to get a spanking I can assure you, but the punishment was not quite
sever enough because I can remember at least one other time that Matt
fought injustice in this manner.
