Dad's Super Bowl Party


by Timmy

My dad and I just got back from Church and it was about 11:00. My dad had been waiting for tonight for the longest time. He was going to watch the Super Bowl with all his buddys. And like all Super Bowl parties my dad had, He was going to pay me 20 bucks to get beers and wait on everyone.

It was 6:30 and my dad got out the shower and I had just moved the couch and the table and gotten the stero speakers down and hooked everything up. I was sweaty. Dad let his buds in and I knew them all. One of the was my football coach. I didn't know one of them. My dad said that he was inviting the new neighbor with the swimming pool over. So I just thought it was him.

I went up to my room and striped raninto the bathroom and got in. I yelled and jumped out. My dad had used up all the hot water. He always took long showers after mom died. I went for the towel and remembered that I didn't get one. so I got out and ran to my room, naked. I was looking around my room for a towel when..

"What on earth are you doing Timmy?" Yelled my, now 5 beer drunken father.

I turned saw my dad and the man I didn't know.

"Oh dad, sorry dad, I was going to take a shower but I didn't get a towel."

"So you run around up here naked while Mr. Martin is trying to find the bathroom?!"

"I'm sorry dadday! I didn't know! Just let me get some..."

"What?" My dad interupted, "You like running around naked but now you wanna put something on now that you know we see ya! Well son, we've see it all and sence you like being naked, how about you stay that way for the rest of the night?" My dad said and grabed me into the hallway naked. "Now show him to the bathrom nudie! _d_a_m_n_, I forgot the game!! If I wasn't about to miss this, I would spank that butt of yours until it was red hot!" He said running down the stairs.

"Here is the bathroom, sir" I said.

"Thank you young man. Timmy is it?" He said.

Yes, sir, but you can call me Tim. Sorry bout my dad. I think he has had too much to drink already." I said.

"Oh well I feel sorry for you, bud!" He said. He walked to the bathroom and his hand pated my bare butt. I looked at him and he winked and walked into the bathroom. "Hey, Tim." He yelled through the door. "Go downstairs and get me a beer."

"Yes Sir" I said.

I went to my room and put on my white undies, thinking my dad wouldn't mind that or even see me for that matter. I went downstairs and no one looked up from the TV. I went in the kitchen and got Mr. Martin and beer. I came out and he was already down watching TV. HE looked at me and the TV buzzed. It was the end of the first quarter.

"Hey, Timmy, didn't your dad tell you to keep your clothes off?" Mr. Martin said.

"Yeah, I did!" My dad yelled. "Get over here! I'll teach ya not to listen to me!" Some of the guys laughed knowing what was going to happen to me because they had seen my dad spank me before.

I walked over to the couch he was sitting on with two of his buddy's.

"Pull those undies down!" My dad yelled and some of the guys laughed again.

"Daddy, Please not....."

"Here!" Mr. Martin yelled cutting me off and yanked them down.

"Across my lap, son. Put your face in Joe's lap."

I did as was told. My dad lifted his hand and. SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP

He slaped my ass until the games started again. About 45 times. Then he made me get up and told me to go up to my room and think about what just happened.

Mr. Martin came up about 20 minutes later.

"Hey, Timmy, come here boy." He said.

"What do you want?" I said mad at him for getting me into all this.

"Don't talk to me like that, boy!" He said and pulled me over his lap.

"Count"

Slap

"Stop! That hurts!"

"Count son!"

SLAP SLAP

"One, Two" I sobed.

SLAP

"Th..three"

SLAP

"Fo..Fo..Four"

This went on until 15 and then he took me back downstairs.

"Hey Trey, your son here was talkin back to me! What should I do?"

"SPANK HIM!!" All the guys yelled.

Two of the guys pulled the table from behind the couch and put it in front of them and Mr. Martin Pushed me down on it and he took off his belt.

"NO! PLEASE Mr...Mr. Mar..tin! I can't take anymore!" I cried.

"Too Bad!" He yelled.

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

My poor butt was dark red and had purple stripes that blended into eacher other.

I laid there crying and Mr. Martin sat down and My dad got up and picked me up like a baby and carried me in the downstairs bathroom with the bathtub and, of course now there was hot water, and placed me in it and cleaned me like a bad little boy. All the guys came and watched my humilation. No one was interested in the game anymore.

When everyone left, some gave me playful swates on my soar butt, but even thought it wasn't ment to hurt, it sure did!

Mr. Martin was leaving and my dad said to him.

"So are you sure you'll be able to be his personal swim tranier? He always wanted to learn how to swim!"

"Why Of Course I will, Trey! And, I know he won't slack at all, will you, Little Timmy?"


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