Fathers Precious Car (Part 2)


by Roland <Kingfan626@aol.com>

"Underwear too." Dad said, pointing with the belted had.

(Was he serious about that?) I just looked at him funny, almost as if I were waiting for him to say, "Oh just kidding." But his face did not change. He just stood there waiting for me to obey.

"Lets go, take them down."

I couldn't believe what he was asking me to do. Take down my underwear? He had never made me do that before. I guess he was really pissed. I looked up into his light blue eyes and gave him a pleading look.

"Please Dad, don't make me do that." I begged.

"You heard me Michael, now you do it right now or ther is going to be one sorry thirteen year old boy in this house." He said giving me a dangerous look.

"I'm already sorry Dad. I don't think I could be any more sorrier than I already am."

He laughed suddenly. "you havn't even begun to know what sorry is son.....but you will, now drop them. Come on, I don't have all day to wait."

"Please don'e make me." I pleaded once again.

He became even more angry at this point. All right, that's it." He yelled and shoved me down, face first, onto the couch. "You don't know how to listen and do what your told, then I'll just have to help you out."

"Dad don't....let go!!" I yelled and pushed myself up on all fours.

"Oh no you don't!" He yelled and quickly pushed me right back down. "You are getting this whipping on your bare ass if it takes me all day to give it to you."

When I felt him grab the waist band of my underware, I went nuts. I started to yell and thrash all around like a lunatic, trying to get free.

"You aren't getting them down Dad, just forget it!" I yelled and pushed up again.

He let go of my waist band just long enough to push me back down and pin me into poisition with his knee, then he went right back to work.

"you are a strong little bugger aren't you." He said with a touch of pride in his voice, but that quickly changes to sarcasm when he added the rest. "But not string enough."

I knew from experience that when my father got determined and set his mind to something, he did not back down or quit till he reached his goal, and right now his goal was to bare my ass and whip the devil out of me with his belt.

In a matter of seconds my haines briefs were down around my thighs with my jeans and my bare backside was exposed for the world to see.

"NOOOOOO!!!!! I yelled when I heard the belt cut threw the air. Then WHAP!!

"AHHHAAAAA!" I yelled outwhen the leather connected with my skin. It felt like a strip of fire had been laid accross my tale.

"You will never......CRACK......do anything......WHAP.....like this..... SNAP......again.....CRACK.......DO you....SNAP........hear me.......WHAP ........young.......SNAP......man!"

"YES! YES!....OWLLLLLL!...YES! Please Dad. Stop it!......AHHHHAAA!... .Please Dad!.....OUCHHHH!......Please!....OHHH!.....I'm Sorry! .....OOOLLLLLL.....I'M SORRY!!!" I found myself screaming as the tears rolled down my face.

"I will not....CRACK...have this kind.....WHAP....fo behavior....SNAP.... in this....CRACK....house!! Is....CRACK....that....SNAP....clear.... CRACK....young....WHAP....man!!!

"Yes, very clear!.......OUCHHH!....Very clear!.....AHHHH....OWLlOOHHH!

Finally the whipping ended and the weight of my father was lifted off off of my poor, beaten carcass, but all I could do was lay there, with my face burried in the couch cushion, and cry.

"now you get your ass up to your room and stay there till I tell you to come out." He said with a satisfied tone.

I slowly pushed myself up onto my knees and pulled my underwear up over my blistered backside which sent a surge of pain threw my whold body that caused me to wince and cry all the more. There was no way in hell I was going to even try to pull my jeans up. I would just leave them where they were.

"Go on, hurry up before I decide to give you a few more licks." My father demanded, but it was hard for me to move any faster that I was. he had never laid it on me so hard in all my life.

I slowly got to my feet and had just turned around to head for the stairs when I cought something out of the corner of my eye. I snapped my head in that direction and there standing in the doorway was my older brother, Kyle. I froze. I had no idea how long he had been standing there or exactly what he had seen, but by the look on his face I knew he saw enough.

"I told you to move!" My father yelled and slapped his hand accross my tortured tale. I jumped about a foot and threw both hands back to protect myself from any further attacks and started for the steps again.

My brother kyle was still staring at me with his mouth dropped open. I just lowered my tear stained face in shame and slowly hobbled past him and up the steps towards my room.

Now inside the confines of my room I was free to examine my wounds. I kicked my jeans off the rest of the way and slowly peeled my underwear down over my bottom. God, was I on fire.

I had to stand on my bed to see the damage in the mirror. I never saw my butt that red in my life. I was going to be soar for a few days.

Later that evening my father came up to my room to talk to me, as he always did after a punishment. I was still laying on my stumach, which was no surprise to him.

"I just want you to know that although I am very disapointed and upset with you, I still love you and nothing you could do would ever change that....All right."

I lowered my eyes. "All right." I was now feeling even more ashamed of myself for what I did.

"I know I was hard on you today, and I'm sorry I had to do it, but you got exactly what you deserved."

"Yes sir." I said.

"Well OK then. Dinner is ready, but you can come out when ever you want. I'm sure your mother will be happy to keep your plate warm for you if your not up to eating right now." He said getting up to leave the room.

He was right about that. Kate would do about anything for me and my brother even though we were not her real sons.

"I'll be right down."

H stopped at the door and looked back with a grin that made me smile in spite of everything that had happened between us that day.

"See you down there then." He said and left.

Well, as you can imagine, I had to take the pillow from my bed and sit on it during dinner, but no one seemed to notice, or more so, choose to ignore it.

A few days later my father had a new back window installed, and his precious car was restored back to normal and all was forgiven.


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