Tuesday, the day after Jerry and me had gotten our 12 licks, we both went to school still feeling the effects of the paddle. I had to sleep on my stomach that night and still had some wicked bruises on my butt. I told Jerry about what my dad had said I was going to get. Jerry kind of winced and told me that his dad had already giving him another set of licks. Jerry had gotten 12 licks with his dad's belt before he came to school that morning. I felt sorry for him but I also could not forget what my dad had promised me.
As the week progressed, I started to think that my dad had forgotten or had changed his mind, because Thursday came and went and I still had not had to face my dad's belt. By Friday night I had put the thought of another whipping out of my mind. After a football game on Friday night, my buddies and I stayed out and partied for a while, but decided to call it an early night so we could go to the beach on Saturday. A teammate who had his own car, told me that he would pick me up around 8:00 on Saturday morning.
I was sound asleep Saturday morning; and was startled to hear my dads voice telling me to get up. I looked at my clock and saw that it was 15 minutes till 8:00. I figured that my ride was here and my dad was waking me up. My dad just stood their waiting for me to get up and when I just lay there and stretched on the bed, he pulled the covers off me and told me get out of bed immediately and to follow him. I knew from the tone of his voice and the look on his face that I had better move it. I got out of bed and started to look for my pants, but my dad grabbed me by the arm and pushed me down the hall. I still had not completely woken up, but that changed as I walked into the living room and saw his thick black belt lying over the back of the couch.
I stopped dead in my tracks and backup and stared to turn around, but my dad was standing right behind me! I looked at him and he just said, "I never break a promise". All I could do is stand there, frozen in place, as my dad walked around me and picked up the belt! He looked at me and said, "You have two dozen coming to you". Still standing in the same place I pleaded with him, hoping he would change his mind about the whipping. All he said was "get over here and bend over the back of the couch"! When I didn't move for a minute or so, he walked over and grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and forced me over the back of the couch. After a short lecture and a fresh reminder about why he was tanning my hide, he raised the belt high over his shoulder and cracked it across the center of my butt. My briefs were no protection what so ever! I just grunted as the next few licks landed across my butt. By the time the 12th lick landed I was biting my lip and had my eyes clenched but had managed not to cry out. (Before he started the whipping, in my mind I had sworn that I was going to ride this one out without balling like a little kid.) I was braced for the next lick but my dad told me to get up! I got up and for a second I thought he was going to stop at 12 licks, but to my astonishment he walked around behind me and yanked my briefs down to my knees and pushed my back over the couch and told not to move or else.
I lay there waiting for the next strike but after a few seconds I noticed that my dad had walked out of the living room. I didn't dare move a muscle! After a few seconds I heard the back door open and close and realized my dad had gone into the garage. I just about crawled out of my skin when I saw that my dad was carrying an old leather strap that he kept hanging on a hook in the garage. I had never been whipped with the strap but I had seen my older brother whipped to tears by it. My dad looked at me and said that it appeared that he was not getting the message across to me with the belt, so he was going to finish my whipping with the strap! I jumped up and begged him not to use the strap but he just told me get back over the couch. I was petrified and just stood their staring at the strap in his hand. I guess he figured I stalling, because all of sudden he grabbed me pulled me around the side of the couch and through me over the arm of the couch and pulled my briefs completely off. With out missing a beat he raised the strap and the next thing I felt was a burn that made the belt seem mild by comparison. The strap was rough unlike the smooth leather of his stiff work belt. The strap was old and pliable so it wrapped around the edge of my butt when it hit. After six licks with the strap I was crying like a little kid. (So much for a being a tough 15 year old!) By this time I was practically jumping off the arm of the couch so my dad held me by pushing me down with his left arm as he continued to swing the strap with his right arm. Unfortunately for me, his position at my side meant that the strap was not only landing across my butt but was also hitting my upper thighs. I was kicking my legs and hollering like crazy, wondering if the neighbors could hear what was happening. After a minute or so (felt like hours) he stopped and put down the strap on the couch in front of me.
After a few minutes of listening to me blubber, he told me to get up. I was still crying as he helped me get up and gave me a towel to wipe my face. He explained to me that if got into trouble again, he promised that I was going to get the strap and or a witch, bare ass! After a few more words from him he told to go get cleaned up. As turned to go to my room, I was shocked to see Jerry and my buddy Karl, standing at the front door just staring at me with eyes big as saucers. I was so embarrassed, that I ran to my room and slammed the door shut.
After a couple of minutes I heard a knock at my door. I just yelled leave me alone! After a few seconds the door opened and Jerry and Karl walked in and asked if was ok. I didn't say much thinking to myself that it was a pretty stupid question, since they could clearly see very red and stripped ass. After a few minutes I managed to compose myself and asked how much they had seen. Jerry told me that that he Karl had walked up about the time my dad put me over the arm of the couch. I was more embarrassed about them seeing me cry like a little kid, than seeing me get my ass whipped. They both joked that I now know knew how they felt when they got whippings in front of friends or family. This just so happened to be the first time I had gotten a whipping in front of someone besides my mom or brother. They asked me if I still wanted to go to the beach? I was about to ask if they were crazy, since my ass was burning and I didn't think I could sit on my bed much less a car seat. They both smiled and told me they had some liquid and smoking anesthetic that should help. I smile and pulled on my briefs and went down the hall to ask my dad if I could still go. He said yes and I took a quick shower and we headed to the beach.
Before I got out the front door my dad stopped me and told to me to remember that any serious trouble making on my part from now on would be handled by application of the strap or switch to my ass. I went out and had a good time despite the burning on my butt and the stupid, baggy swim trucks I had to wear to cover the strips on my upper legs. I quickly forgot about the strap and the promise of a switch. Like most teenage boys I had a short memory and quickly recovered from my whipping and figured I could stay out of trouble. Wishful thinking!