Fathers Precious Car


by Roland <Kingfan626@aol.com>

I Couldn't believe he wasn't going to let me go with him. I had been looking forward to the car show all week and now just because I got angry and cursed at my stepmother, he wasn't going to let me go.

"Come on Dad, quit screwing around." I said following him out to the garage.

"No, your staying here. Maybe now you'll learn to treat your mother with respect." He said still walking.

"Why do you keep calling her my Mother? She is my stepmother." I said as I followed him.

"Stepmother or mother, she deserves reapect from you."

"Come on Dad, let me go."

"No!" He said harshly and got into his precious White Shelby Cobra Mustang and started the engine.

"Dad!" I shouted over the noise of the engine.

He put his sunglasses on and waved without looking at me, then he put the car in gear and drove out of the garage slowly.

"Dad!" I shouted.

"Go back in the house!" He said now almost to the street.

"You better stop!" I shouted as I walked down to the end of the driveway where the garbage cans were sitting.

"See you later." He said now pulling onto the street.

"DAD!!" I screamed, but he did not stop.

I became so furious that I clenched my fist and turned from right to left in search for something to hit. Then I spotted the beer bottle sticking out of the trashcan and I got another idea. Without giving it a second thought, I grabbed the beer bottle and threw it as hard as I could at the back of my fathers precious Mustang.

By the time I realized what i had done, it was too late. All I could do now was watch in horror as the bottle sailed thru the air like a misile and smash the rear window of the car.

There was an explosion of glass followed by brake lights and squeeling tires. All I could do was stand there with my mouth dropped open in disbelief.

With the glass now gone, I could see my fathers angry face clearly as he ripped off his sunglasses and looked out the back where the window had been only minutes before.

"Oh _s_h_i_t_." I sighed.

My stepmother came running out of the house in a hurry. "Was there an accident?" She asked looking very concerned.

"Not yet." I said looking up at her, but my attention quickly shifted back to my fathers car when he jammed it in reverse and hit the gas hard enough to make the tires spin and squeel.

I wantd to run, but I couldn't think. All I could do was stand there as his car came flying back into the driveway.

Dad jumped out of the car quicker than I ever saw him move before in my life and started to shout at me. "Get your ass in the _f_u_c_k_ing house!"

I had never heard him say the "F" word in all my life, but considering his presentatate of mind, I didn't hold it against him.

"Dad, I didn't mean it.......I swear......I don't know what happened." I pleaded as I backed away from him.

"Look at my _d_a_m_n_ car!!"

I looked around and noticed that a few of the neighbors were watching us.

"Dad, please, just calm down." I said softly.

"Don't tell me to calm down. Look at my GOD _d_a_m_n_ CAR!!!"

"Nick, I know your upset, but please, try to calm down." My Stepmother said calmly.

"Upset is not the word for what I am right now Kate!"

"Yes dear, I know, but we need to take this inside. We don't want to make a scene, now do we?"

Dad looked around and saw the people watching us. "Michael Elliott Taylor......" (Uh oH, he used my full name.)"Get your tale in the house right this minute young man."

I turned and quickly obeyed. I did not want to make him any more angry than he already was. I knew I was looking at a very long and hard whipping as it was.

When my father came into the house a few minutes later I was sitting on the couch waiting for him. He walked towards me at a fast face and stood over me, glairing into my eyes for what seemed an eturnity, then all at once he grabbed my arm with a vice like grip and yanked me off the couch.

"I'm sorry Dad.....I didn't mean to do it......I swear it....I'll pay for it!" I shouted, but my words had no effect on him.

He sat down in the same spot I had been sitting in only seconds before and pulled me over his lap for what I knew was a well deserved spanking.

"I'm sorry Dad!" I shouted.

"You will be when I get done with you young man." He shouted then the spanking began.

CRACK...CRACK....CRACK....CRACK....CRACK....CRACK....CRACK....CRACK.... CRACK...CRACK....CRACK....CRACK....CRACK....CRACK....CCCRRRAAACCCKKK!!!

"OUCH.....YEOOWWWWWLLL.......AHHHHHOUCHHHHHH. Dad, please......OUCHHHH, Dad, I'm sorry. I....AHHHHH....didn't mean to do it.....OUCH......OWLLLLL!

He grabbed my arms suddenly and yanked me up. For a second I thought I was finished, but soon I came to realize that my father was not even close to being done with my sorry little butt.

He stood up suddenly knocking me to the floor at his feet. When I looked up at him I saw his reach for the long black belt at his waist. My heart started to race and I could feel the fear coast threw my body.

"I am going to teach you right now that you will never throw another thing out of anger in or around this house ever again in your life!!!!" "Do you hear me!!" He shouted as he ripped the belt off and doubled it over. "Now pull down your pants......shorts too.!"

"I'm sorry Dad, please......I'll never do it again. Please don't make me pull down my pants." I begged abd pleaded.

His hands went to his hips and his hard eyes pierced threw me as he looked down at me "Either take them down, or I'll do it for you." He growled.

I knew fron experience that things would only get worse if I made him do that. So I got to my feet and slowly unbuttoned my blue jeans and slid them down past my thighs.


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