I am who am I today because of a bet made when I was about thirteen years old, with a thirteen year old friend. His name was Bob. We lived in a northern Ohio town and went to the same junior high school. I used to go home with him a lot, because my folks both worked. It didn't take long for us to get real well-acquainted.
We played around a lot with strip poker and got over the embarrassment of being naked in front of each other. So then we moved up to making small wagers on things like licking _d_i_c_k_s and kissing butts (cheeks only at first!). But one afternoon, Bob said, "This is boring. Let's make a real bet."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Winner whips the loser's ass, and he gets one Free Call - anything he chooses."
"I'm up for it. One hand, right?"
"Five card draw. Jacks wild."
He dealt the cards. He didn't cheat, either. I know that. I had a pair of fours and took three more cards. He only took 1, so I felt good - I thought he was trying to draw to a flush or straight.
When we showed our hands, I was up to three fours and thinking about beating his ass.
But then --- he showed that he had two queens - and two jacks.
We were already naked, so I didn't have to strip. We went immediately into his parents' room, he opened the closet door and took down a thick, wide belt.
I was ordered to lay across the bed. I did. "Spread your legs open," he commanded, and I did.
He said, "4 face cards is 4 times 10, that's forty swats, plus I had a deuce. That's 42."
All 42 were delivered hard, I can tell you. I was crying by fifteen, but he showed no mercy. That was part of the game.
When we were done, I figured I'd have to kiss his butthole or something. But no, he led me into their bathroom, put me in the tub, and pissed on my face. He didn't make me open my mouth, though. He saved that for a later game. It's no wonder that I like to have my ass beaten and then drink the guy who does it!