One day Ron told me he was going to work late so I thought I might have a little fun while he was away. I went over to my buddy Tim's house because Tim often had good things to smoke, if you know what I mean. Well, this time he had some really good stuff and we got really into it and I forgot to get home before Ron did. I guess he was worried about me cuz he started looking for me when I didn't come home by late night. Finally, he must have guessed I was at Tim's because he showed up and started pounding on the front door. Tim answered the door and Ron came in and you could tell by looking at him that he was really mad once he realized what we had been smoking. It wasn't Marlboro's like Ron normally smoked. I was suddenly worried that the thing that would be smoking next would be my butt.
"WHAT are you two doing?" Ron asked.
Tim and I giggled which was not too smart.
Ron said to me,"You get up and let's go home. You've got to go to school in the morning." I laughed again and Ron came over and pulled on my arm. I pulled back, which was still not too smart.
Ron looked angrily at me. "If you are not in my car in one minute, your butt is going to be mine!" I laid there and looked at him. Ron reached down for his belt but he must have forgotten to put it on because he, luckily for me I thought, was beltless, although I did not really think he was gonig to whip me in front of my friend, Tim. I guess I should not have been surprised because Ron would whip his two young sons in front of people if they needed it.
Ron looked at Tim and noticed he was wearing a pretty good sized belt. "Give me your belt, Tim" he said.
Tim did not know that Ron whipped me from time to time and looked confused. "What are you talking about?"
Ron held out his hand and gestured with his head toward me. "HE is going to get whipped for smoking with you. Now give me your belt so I can get started."
I guess Tim wanted to see this show, what a great friend, because he quickly unbuckled his belt, pulled it off, and handed it to Ron. Ron took Tim's belt, it was a black leather belt, pretty wide, and doubled it up. He told me to get up and pulled me up by my arm. At this point, I was really getting worried because Ron usually always made me take my pants down and whipped me on my briefs. I sure did not want to get a whipping with my pants down in front of Tim. Gee, I did not want to get whipped at all. I guess since I was so buzzed I did not have much resistance because Ron was able to get me up and throw me over the back of the couch. For some reason, he showed a little mercy and did not pull my pants down, but that was about all the mercy he showed. He took Tim's belt and started whipping my butt really hard. It took about six licks for me to realize what was happening and start hollering. Of course, Ron did not stop when I hollered. He kept whacking away CRACK CRACK with Tim's black belt. I looked over and saw that Tim taking all this in, eyes wide open. Fortunately, Ron did not give me my normal share but only about twenty licks. then he handed Tim his belt and told me to get out into his car. Rubbing my butt, embarrased as can be, I ran out and got in Ron's car. He quickly joined me and drove me home. He did not say a word on the way home and neither did I.
When we got to our apartment, I knew it would not be good. Ron pulled me into the living room. Then he told me to take my pants off. I slipped them off quickly because he was so mad. Then he told me to go into his room and get his belt. I went into Ron's bedroom and looked for one of his belts. There was one he normally used to whip me. I got it and brought it out and handed it to Ron, my head down.
Ron said, "Look at me, son." I looked up at him.
"What in the world were you thinking? Don't you think you deserve a good taste of my belt?"
I knew he was right. "Yes, sir, I guess you're right again"
"Yes WHO" Ron said. He liked me to call him "dad" when I was getting the belt.
"Yes, dad. I apologize." Then without being asked, I laid over the back of the couch. "Go ahead, Dad, I guess I have it coming."
I think Ron was a little surprised for a moment because he said nothing, but his surprise quickly passed. CRACK CRACK CRACK "Oh dad please have mercy CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK "owww" CRACK CRACK CRACK On it went, until Ron had given me thirty licks on my briefs. My butt was on fire. Then he pulled me up and pulled me around to the front of the couch. SItting on the couch, he pulled me over his lap. This was a surprise, because he didn't spank over the knee too often.
"You have never done anything this bad" Ron said, SMACK SMACK as he started spanking my butt with his hand. Since it was so sore from his belt, it really hurt even though it was just his hand. But he didn't stop, he must have spanked me for 3 or 4 minutes. I was crying and trying to get off his lap. Finally, Ron told me to get up. I got up, rubbing my butt, and Ron looked at me. "I am very disappointed in you. what do you have to say for yourself?"
I cried and told him I was very sorry and would not do it again. I called him dad. Ron stood up and gave me a big hug. "I'm sorry too, son, but you're not done this time. Get back over the back of the couch."
I begged but got nowhere so I slowly climbed back over the couch. Ron picked up his belt and gave me another dozen really hard swats. Finally, he gave me a single swat with his hand and told me to get into my room. Wow, my butt was sore for three days. The only thing worse than the ache was explaining it to Tim the next time I saw him.