My parents anniversary was this weekend. After considerable debate, and threats of serious damage to our butts, my parents finally decided to go away for the weekend. I had just turned sixteen and Mom thought I was responsible enough to watch after my brothers and make sure the house didn't burn down. Why to parents always feel the house is going to burn down if they leave?? Dad had his reservations, he knew we would blow it, but Mom really wanted to go to the mountains for a few days, so he caved. With that, my brothers and I will be home alone for the weekend for first time in our lives. We were thrilled.
"Hey guys, come in here, please?" Mom called out.
I came out of my room and walked into her bedroom, followed by my two younger brothers, Nicky and Sam. "What's up?"
"I know you have heard this all week, but I need to ask you this one more time. Are you three going to be ok when we are gone this weekend?"
"Mom, we are going to be fine. Stop worrying. Besides, I'm sure Dad will have half the squad patrolling our house all weekend," Nicky answered. (Dad was a cop.)
"Ok, ok... I trust you. Now, Dad and I will be gone when you come home from school tomorrow. I'll leave the numbers to the hotel on the counter--"
"--and dinner defrosting in the refrigerator with detailed instructions on how to cook it??" Nicky interrupted. This was a running joke in the house. Last year, Mom was busy organizing a fund raiser at the church. The week before the fund raiser, Mom was working late and would leave us dinner defrosting in the refrigerator with extremely detailed instructions on how to re-heat it.
"Oh you brat!" and Mom playfully swatted him in the arm. We chatted with Mom for a few more minutes and then each of us went off to bed. The next morning, I woke up to the smell of bacon. Mom must really be feeling guilty about leaving us home.
"Hey Ma, you guys should go away every weekend if it means we get bacon for breakfast before school," I said as I came down the stairs.
"Hey boy, *I*made your _d_a_m_n_ breakfast," Dad said as he threw a cinnamon roll at me as I walked into the kitchen.
"Oh... Sorry..." Shortly after I came downstairs, so did my brothers. When we were finished with breakfast, Dad drove us to school.
Right before we got to the school, Dad started his final lecture. "Don't you guys even think about doing something stupid this weekend."
"Dad, we know. Stop worrying," Nick answered smiling.
"Hey, I'm serious here. Any one of you _f_u_c_k_ up even the tiniest bit, I'm going to whup all three of you until you won't sit until next week. Hear me?"
"Yes, sir," I answered.
"Nicky, Sam, I know I don't need to remind you that your brother is in charge. You better listen to him."
"Yes, sir," Sam answered and Nicky nodded.
"Chris, you are responsible for them. You know what we expect of you."
"Yes, sir," I answered.
"Christopher, if anything happens - anything - it's your ass."
"Understood," I nodded.
"Ok, have a good weekend. We'll be back on Sunday.....
School dragged on, I really wanted it to be over. While we knew what our parents said, we wanted to invite some friends over. After discussing it, we agreed to have three friends each over. Counting us that was twelve. Twelve isn't a party. Is it???
Finally school let out and get got back home. As promised, Mom left a note on the counter:
Guys,
Here's $20. Buy yourselves some pizza. There Nicholas, how's that for detailed?
Don't forget to feed my dogs.
Mom
p. s. The hotel number is ..........
We read the note and Sam said, "I'm feeding the dogs NOW. One of you feed them tomorrow. Ryan, Jimmy and Craig'll be over here soon. We claim the basement!"
"Bull _s_h_i_t_. You feed the dogs today AND tomorrow," I said, pulling rank.
"Oh that's not fair. Tell Nick to do it."
"No, I told you, runt, and you're going to do it," I answered as I put him in a headlock. Sam struggled, but I had a good lock on him. "Say it, runt!" I yelled as I tightened my grip.
"Fine. I'll feed the dogs today and tomorrow!" he yelled. I let him go and heard him mutter "Whatever, asshole" as he walked away with Nick and I laughing at him.
"So, who's coming over?" I asked Nick.....
Seven hours later, our total of twelve people turned into about a hundred. I don't know how, but someone brought a keg and it was out on the back deck. There were very few sober people in the house, and Nick, Sam and I were not amoung them. I didn't know a lot of the people in our house.
Sam stumbled by me en route to the deck to refill his beer. "Hey, chill. You've had enough," I told him.
"_f_u_c_k_ you, Chris, you are as wasted as I am, don't pull this macho big brother bull _s_h_i_t_ with me," he retorted.
I felt a twinge of guilt, Sam was only fourteen and he's really, really drunk. I was buzzing pretty good, but I wasn't wasted. "Sam -- ok, this is your last one. And DO NOT leave this house. You hear me?"
"Yeah, yeah."
Right then, Nick walked up to me. "We are so totally _f_u_c_k_ed. Aren't we? Who ARE all these people?"
"Dude, I dunno.... Dad is gonna kick our butts good."
"I saw some people giving beer to Bill and Max, so I put them in the basement," Nick said. Billy and Max are our dogs.
"Oh great. Hey, how drunk are you?" I asked.
"I'm buzzing."
"Me too. Let's get another beer. Watch out for Sam, he's plastered."
"Alright. Hey, speaking of plastered, did you see...."
About 1:00am, the party was winding down. The keg was dry and a lot of people had left. The ones that were still there were just sitting around chilling out. Nicky and I were sitting in the kitchen talking to Tommy and Sandy. "Where's Sam?" I asked.
"Dunno. Haven't seen him. Ryan is passed out on the sectional," Nick answered.
"Go look for him," I told Nick.
"Oh come on..." Nick started.
"Please? And when you go in the basement, let the dogs out."
"Yes, Your Majesty," he said and got up and left the kitchen.
About three minutes later, Nicky came flying down the stairs. "Chris! Chris!"
Panic ran though my entire body. Oh _s_h_i_t_, what happened to Sam, I thought.
"Dude, the runt's getting laid ---- in YOUR bed, with Rachael," Nick blurted out.
"Oh my God!! Are you serious?? Where's the camera?" Nick got Dad's Polaroid camera out of the hall closet. Nicky, Tommy, Sandy and I snuck upstairs. "You know this isn't right? Us sneaking in on him with he's with someone?" Sandy asked.
"Who the _f_u_c_k_ cares?" Nicky said.
"Besides the runt is in MY bed," I added.
"How sad is that, man, the runt is getting more action in your bed then you do," Tommy teased.
"_f_u_c_k_ you!"
We reached the door and we stopped to listen. The door was open about six inches and we could easily hear them. We practically burst into hysterics. The dogs followed us upstairs and Sandy was holding them in the hallway.
"Shhh.....I'm gonna open the door more and get a few pictures," Nicky said.
Nicky slowly opened the door more and got a few wonderful pics of my little brother in action. Sammy had no idea we were even in the room.
As quietly as four buzzing people and two sixty pound huskys can be, we went downstairs. Once downstairs we burst out laughing. We headed back into the kitchen. There we found Officer Ackerman, Dad's old partner and best friend.
"Uh...hey, Uncle Jim," I said. Even though he wasn't our uncle, he was Dad's partner for so many years, we called him "uncle".
"Your father asked me to check up on you boys. Do you have any idea how much trouble you are in?"
"Ah....yeah," I said, and nodded my head.
"Where's Sam?"
"Umm...in bed," Nick answered, as he slid the pictures into his back pocket. I had a hard time not smiling at this answer. "Do you want me to get him?"
"No, don't get him up."
"I think he might still be up. We just checked up on him." Nick offered. I have no idea how he kept a straight face.
"Has he been drinking?"
"Yeah"
"Then no, that's ok, let him stay asleep. Now, you two have five minutes to get everyone out of this house. Then report back to me. And make sure that keg is gone!"
With that we ushered everyone, including Rachael, in record time. By that time, Sam really was passed out in my bed and Billy was laying on the foot of the bed with him.
Nicky and I walked back into the kitchen were Uncle Jim was waiting.
"Are you going to tell Dad about this?" I asked.
"What do you think? What were you thinking?"
"Each of us only invited three people each. All these people just showed up," Nick answered.
"And I bet they showed up with a keg that you didn't know about either, huh?"
"Yes," I answered.
"You really expect me to believe that?"
"Yes. Uncle Jim, we didn't arrange to have a keg here. We might be guilty of having too many people here, but we aren't stupid enough to arrange for a keg," I answered.
Uncle Jim just stared at us for a long time. I felt really uncomfortable under that hard examination. Finally Nicky asked softly, "What are you going to do? Are you going to punish us?" He was Dad's old partner, and Nicky and I have earned ourselves a trip or two over his lap before.
"Depends on you. Part of me wants to kick you asses, but I know Danny is going to do that really well when he gets home," he said. "I will be back here tomorrow at 1:00pm. This house better be spotless. If it's not spotless, I really will warm your asses up for your father." With that, he walked out the door.
"Oh we are so _f_u_c_k_ed," Nick said to me.
"Yup....Let's go to bed."
"So, you're gonna sleep with Sammy now?" Nick joked.
"_s_h_i_t_, no, I'll sleep in his bed."
About fifteen minutes later, I was almost asleep in Sam's bed when I heard Nicky ask, "Do you really think Jim is going to whip us?"
"I don't know. We'll find out soon enough. Get some sleep."
The next morning, Sam came stumbling into the bedroom. Billy jumped on Nicky's bed, where Max was, waking both Nicky and me up.
"Oh _f_u_c_k_, my head is killing me," Sam whined.
Nicky hit him upside the head with his pillow. "Ohwwwwww"
"Yeah, you were plastered last night."
"I don't even remember most of last night."
"You mean you don't remember getting laid last night?"
"WHAT??"
We laughed at him, and with great fanfare, we told him what happened last night and finally showed him the pics. Sam remembered it after a few minutes. Then we told him about Jim showing up.
"Oh we're screwed."
We cleaned the house all morning. It looked pretty good. We were all getting nervous as 1:00 got nearer. At 12:30pm, Jim showed up.
"I know I'm early," he said. Looking around, "The house looks pretty good. After I got home I decided I was going to teach you a lesson. However, you boys are _d_a_m_n_ lucky, I got called in early today and I don't have time to deal with you properly." While he didn't have time to beat our butts, he did manage to give us on hell of a lecture before he left.
The rest of the weekend, we did our assigned chores and did what we were expected. We found just about all traces of the party and cleaned it up. By Sunday afternoon, the house really did look good. If anything else, Mom should be happy about that.
Around 3:00pm the phone rang. All three of us jumped, thinking it was our parents. It wasn't, it was Dale for Nick. "No, dude, not tonight. My parents are getting home tonight and I suspect I'll be grounded by 7:00pm.," I heard him say. "I don't know, I thought he would have called Dad Friday night. Maybe he waited until today to tell them......Yeah, uh-huh.... Yeah, I'll tell him.... Ok, later. Bye."
I looked at Nick. "That was Dale, wanted to know if we wanted to play football tonight at the park. Told him I didn't think we could make it," Nick explained. "Runt, Dale said to tell you way to go with Rachael'."
"Don't call me Runt'", Sam said. Sam hated it when we called him that, so naturally we always do.
At about 4:15pm, we heard our car pull into the driveway. The three of us looked at each other. We knew in a matter of minutes, our asses were going to be toast.
Mom and Dad came in and they seemed pretty happy. I thought Jim would have called Dad by now. Mom was happy we cleaned the house.
"Did you remember to feed the boys this time?" Mom asked.
"Yes, ma'am" all three of us answered. When Mom was organizing the fund raiser at church last year, we didn't coordinate feeding the dogs and we inadvertently didn't feed them a few days. We got our butts kicked big time for that one.
"I fed them Friday and Saturday," Sam added.
"Good. Want to see what we brought you guys?" Mom asked.
The afternoon went on without incident. I think we might have been overly polite, but if my parents noticed, they didn't say anything. Not a word was said about our party. After dinner, the three of us went out back to play catch with the dogs. "Dude, they don't know. And, I don't think we should tell them," Sam said.
"Give me a break, if they don't know now, they will as soon as Dad goes to work or as soon as Mom talks to the neighbors. We better tell them."
That was odd. Nick was the voice of reason. "Nick's right. We better tell Dad before he hears it from someone else. Then we'll really be screwed."
"I know, I just don't want to," Sam said.
"Me either, but our the sooner we get this over with, the better off we are," I said.
"Now?" Nicky asked.
"Now," I said.
Dad was in the garage checking the fluid levels in the car. He looked up when we came in to see him. "What's up?"
I took a deep breath and said, "Dad, we have something to tell you about this weekend."
Dad turned to look at us. "I'm listening."
"We...um....had a party here on Friday night."
Dad stood up and glared at us.
"It wasn't supposed to be one. Each of us invited a few friends over, but the next thing we knew, it was a huge party."
Dad continued to glare. All three of us fidgeted while we waited for him to respond to us.
Very softly he said, "Alcohol?"
"Yes, sir. A keg of beer." After hearing Jim's lecture, I knew it wouldn't do any good tell him we didn't arrange to have the keg here.
"Did you arrange for that?"
"No, sir. Some other kids brought it. I don't know where they got it from."
"Did each of you drink?"
"Yes, sir."
"Drugs?"
"No, sir -- to the best of my knowledge, there were no drugs."
"How many people were here?"
"Ummmm..." I looked at Nicky, "about 50, maybe?"
"You let them leave here drunk?"
"No, sir, there were designated drivers." I did make sure this was true.
"How drunk were each of you?"
"I was buzzed," I answered.
"Me too," Nick answered.
"I was really drunk, sir," Sam answered. He could have lied, we would have gone along with it, but Sam doesn't lie very well.
"What did I tell you would happen if either of you _f_u_c_k_ed up?"
"That all three of us would get in trouble," I answered.
"That's right. I said that if one of you _f_u_c_k_ed up, but all three of you did. So --- GOD _d_a_m_n_ IT....I'm so pissed off at the three of you. How the _f_u_c_k_ could you do this?" Dad yelled. He turned around and ran his hands through his hair. He walked quickly to the other side of the car and threw the rag he had in the hand into the rag bin. "I can't believe you three were so stupid. Do you have any idea what could have happened?"
"But we didn't plan to have the party, it just sorta happened, Dad," Nick said quietly.
"DIDN'T PLAN IT??!! WHAT THE HELL DI DYOU THINK WAS GOING TO HAPPEN?" Dad roared at Nick as he came towards us. He grabbed Nick with both hands on his upper arms. "Use you GOD _d_a_m_n_ BRAIN, boy. You have one don't you?"
"Yes, sir," Nick answered very quietly.
Dad shook him hard, once and then let him go. "But we didn't plan to have a party" Dad said mocking Nicky's explanation. "Not only did you throw a party, but you had alcohol here. NONE OF YOU ARE OLD ENOUGH TO DRINK!!!" Dad paused and took a few deep breaths. "Christopher," Dad said and pointed towards the workbench. I nodded as he started taking off his belt.
I walked quickly to the workbench, unbuckling my belt as I walked. I stood in front of the workbench and unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them and my briefs down. Dad had a small D bar at the back of the wooden work bench. I bent over and grabbed it. I didn't have to wait long, before I even had a good grip on the D bar, I felt the first lick. It landed low on my ass and was extremely hard.
Right then, my mother came into the garage. "Danny, what's going on?"
"Your sons decided to have a party on Friday night. And all three of them were drunk."
Mom walked into the garage. I remained bent over the work bench. Dad didn't tell me to move, so I wasn't going to. She walked up to Nicky and Sam. "How could you? How could you have a party when we specifically told you not to? I trusted you!"
"Oh, but it wasn't a party, Lia, all these people just showed up on them and brought a keg to boot," Dad informed her sarcastically.
"Really, is that so? Imagine that," she said. I was still bent over the workbench and was looking down when I heard SLAP. I jerked my head to the right and saw the Mom had just slapped Nicky in the face. "WHAT!? What did you just say?" I hadn't heard Nicky say anything, but Sammy told me later that Nicky muttered "yeah, that's so. what's the big deal?" Mom grabbed him by the arm and dragged him inside the house. Dad was hot on their heels. Just as Dad was going in the house, he said to Sam and me, "Go to your rooms. NOW!"
"Yes, sir," we answered. Sammy waited until I got my pants up and we both entered the house at the same time. Nicky was in the kitchen, up against the corner by the pantry door. His face was red where Mom slapped him and it looks like there was a new hand print also. His eyes were watering and I could see the lid off the root beer candy jar. Mom and Dad used those horrible tasting root beer candy as punishment. They were the worst tasting food I have ever had in my entire life. Instead of washing our mouths out with soap, we had to suck on those things. It tasted nasty while you sucked on it and left a foul, foul aftertaste for a long time afterwards.
We quickly walked through the kitchen and upstairs. Neither of us said a word as we went into our respective bedrooms. I sat down on my bed and immediately jumped up. My ass was on fire where I received that one lick. I pulled down my pants and looked at my ass in the mirror. My ass was perfectly white except for a three inch red line where Dad whipped me. That spot was very hot to the touch and I attempted to rub the pain away.
I was only in my bedroom about 30 seconds when I heard Nicky getting ushered up the stairs by Dad. "Christopher, Samuel, my bedroom now. MOVE!"
I pulled up my jeans quickly and refastened them. I walked into my parents bedroom and sat down on the cedar chest. I almost jumped up again, but managed to sit fairly still. All punishments in the room started with us sitting on the cedar chest. Dad had Nicky by the shirt and he was talking quietly in Nickys ear. I couldn't hear what Dad was saying, but Nicky looked pretty scared. Almost looked like he wanted to puke, but that could have been from the root beer candy. Finally Dad stepped back and said "Have I made myself perfectly clear?"
"Yes, sir," Nicky answered.
Dad pushed Nick towards the cedar chest and he sat down quickly between Sam and me.
Mom started lecturing us about how she trusted us and how we've breached that trust. Dad lit into us about the alcohol in the house. For the next several minutes we said "yes, sir no sir" and "yes ma'am no ma'am" as required.
"Christopher Stephen, we expected more from you. We trusted you to take care of your brothers, and you didn't. It's bad enough you choose to drink, but you apparently didn't give a _d_a_m_n_ about your brothers health and safety to not allow them to. Sam is fourteen -- FOURTEEN, what the hell was going through your mind?" Mom asked.
"I don't know."
"Did that even occur to you?" Mom inquired.
"Yes, ma'am."
"But it didn't mean enough for you to do anything about it. Is that right?"
"When I saw how drunk he was, I told him to stop drinking and to not leave the house," I answered.
"And you think that is good enough? How could you let him get so drunk in the first place? How could you let him DRINK in the first place?"
"Mom, it's not Chris's fault. He didn't put the beer in my hand and force me to drink it," Sam defended me.
"Maybe not, but he was responsible for you and Nick. He should have known better. Isn't that right, Christopher?"
"Yes, ma'am," I answered quietly. I felt horrible. My mother has a way of making me feel so guilty. I knew Sammy was drinking too much, and I should have stopped him. But I thought it was funny, and I didn't.
"Alright. Let's get this over with," my father said.
"Yes, sir" we answered. I stood up, turned around, unbuckled my belt and jeans. I pulled both my jeans and my briefs to my thighs. I bent forward and put my hands flat on the cedar chest. Nicky and Sam walked over to the windows.
"Chris, look at me," my father ordered. I turned my head to the left and twisted a little to see him.
"You are going to get ten for drinking at the party yourself, five for allowing the keg, and twenty for allowing your brothers to drink."
Thirty-five? Holy _s_h_i_t_. Sitting down will be _d_a_m_n_ near impossible. "Yes, sir," I answered. I turned my head towards the bed and closed my eyes, and waited.
CRACK!! Holy _s_h_i_t_ that hurt! Right in the same spot he whipped me in the garage. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Five, I counted in my head. Oh _s_h_i_t_ this hurt. I had no idea how I was going to last another thirty.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! AAArrrrrrgggggghhhhhhhhhhh CRACK! CRACK! Oaoaoaooaooooaaaaawwwwwwww!!!! My father whipped methodically. He started the first one around the middle to the lower part of your butt, then went to the top and worked his way down to the sit spots. Then he focused on sections of your butt. First lower, then upper, then middle. The finale would be finished off with the lower part again.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! OOWwwwwwowowowwwwwoooowwwww!!! All of these were on the lower part of my ass. It felt like fire.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!! Back to the upper part of my butt. I could see my arms shaking. More than anything in the world, I wanted to put my hands back. I raised up a little and put my hands on my parents bed and grabbed handfuls of the comforter. At seventeen, I knew we were about half finished and there was no way my hands could say flat on the cedar chest.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! I was continually crying now. I could see wet spots on the cedar chest from my tears. As much as I tried not to yell out, this hurt like a son-of-a-bitch and stoic was not an option.
CRACK! CRACK! Aarrrgghhh. Back to the middle part of my butt. CRACK! CRACK! Ow!! Ow!!! OOOWWWW!!! Without thinking, I stood up and grabbed my ass. I was breathing really heavy and was almost hyper-ventilating. I could feel sweat pouring off my body.
"CHRISTOPHER STEPHEN DOUGLAS, GET BACK DOWN NOW!" Dad roared. I obeyed immediately.
As soon as my hands touched the chest, the last ten came very hard and very fast. All landed on my lower ass.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
And I sobbed loudly though each one.
"Get up. Nicholas, you're next."
I slowly started to straighten up, when I felt my father's hands pulling me up. "I said, GET UP, boy, and I mean NOW!"
"Yes, sir," I choked out, as Dad pulled me to a standing position. I bend down slightly to grab my briefs and jeans and pulled them up quickly. The raging fire in my ass couldn't hurt any worse. Dad pushed me towards Sam.
As I wiped the tear and snot from my face, my ass felt like an inferno. Hot molten lava was probably the same temperature. While I stood there, in the distance I heard my father tell Nicky to drop his pants and that he was going to get fifteen. I stood there trying to rub the flames out of my ass. When I got myself under control, Dad was whipping Sam. I didn't even see Nicky and Sam switch places. I could hear Nicky sniffling next to me. I looked at him and his blue eyes were red and his face was tear stained as well.
I looked at Sam. His ass was bright red. You could see small white stripes where the belt hadn't touched yet. Dad reached back and swung the belt hard. It landed on the lower part of Sam's butt. Sam cried out and lurched his hips forward. His legs were shaking a little. Dad reached back again, and connect the belt in the exact same spot. How does he do that? Connect in the exact same spot, I wondered. Sammy yelled out again.
"Stand up, and go by your brothers."
"Yes, sir," Sam choked.
Sam slowly slid his brief and warm up pants over his ass. He contorted his face in pain as he did so. His blue eyes were blood shot, and, like Nicky, you could see the tear stains on his face. I imagine I looked the same way.
"Christopher, you are grounded for four weeks," Dad ordered.
"Yes, sir," I answered.
"Nicholas, you are grounded for two weeks."
"Yes, Dad," Nick answered.
"Sam, you are grounded for 10 days."
"Yes, sir."
I found out later that Nicky only got fifteen and Sammy got thirteen with the belt. I really hated being the oldest when all three of us got busted for the same thing. I always got my butt busted more and was always grounded longer. It really wasn't fair, I was only ten months older than Nicky and nineteen months older than Sam, but in my parents eyes, I was the oldest and they were my responsibility. Mom and Dad weren't really mad about all the people at the house, we cleaned the mess up and nothing really got broken. It was the alcohol and the fact that we were drinking that pissed them off.
It was a long month. School got out 8 days before my sentence was up. Three days after school was out, Mom released me early from restriction. All my grades were good and I think was driving her nuts being around the house all day. Even though once we are punished, it's considered over, I was still walking on eggshells around my father. When he finally told me to take the car and go to the store to run an errand for him, I knew things were back to normal again.