Ron and I had become really close friends. He was trying to write some songs and spent a good deal of his time in songwriting. We spent time together at the bar, playing shuffleboard, and time at his house, just talking or listening to his songs. He was sort of from the old school in some respects. He always said "yes sir" and "no,ma'm" when talking to his elders. He was also from a southern baptist background and was a strong believer in corporal punishment. He whipped his boys and expected them to obey quickly, If they didn't, they got a whipping right quick, no questions asked. If they acted up in church, they got a whipping first thing when they got home. As time went on, Ron began to act more and more paternally towards me. Telling me how and what to do. I usually went along. Sometimes, when we were alone at his house, he would tell me that he thought I had acted childishly and I would usually agree and promise to go better in the future. Usually, Ron would tell me these things in a friendly manner, smiling as he told me I was acting a little childish. Other times, he would be a little gruffer, but still not too angry. Sometimes when he was like this, he would give me a quick swat to the seat of my pants to emphasize his point.
One time we were playing a game at the bar, and I was being a pretty poor sport. Ron kept coming up to me and telling me to knock it off. I was not following his direction. Finally, near the end of the game, I told him to drop dead or words to that effect. His face darkened but he didn't say anything. After the game was over though, he drank his beer down and came over and told me to come with him. He said we were going to his house. I went out with him and we got in his car and drove to his house which was only a few blocks away. We went into the living room and Ron shut the door and turned around.
"Okay, son, I told you to stop it and you didn't and that means one thing."
I was puzzled and didn't know what he was talking about.
"You're going to get your ass whipped. Now go in the bedrooom and get my belt and bring it here."
I knew that Ron often made his boys go get his belt to get a whipping, if he didn't have it on, but I thought he was kidding so I didn't move. "Okay, you've already got a whole bunch of extra licks for not going to get the belt right away. If I have to go get it, you're going to get double."
I knew there wasn't much point in arguing but I didn't know where he kept the belt. I asked him where it was. He told me to go look in the closet.
I went into his bedroom and searched around the closet and found his belt hanging on a hook. I took it off of the hook and brought it into the living room carrying it gingerly, like I would hurt it or something. I was embarassed and didn't look up at him. I just held the belt out to him, holding it by the buckle. It was a really wide and heavy belt that was colored light brown; it had a crease in the middle from being doubled over before and used for whipping the boys. Ron took it from me and doubled it up.
"Okay, son, now get into the boys bedroom." Ron followed me into his sons' bedroom with the belt hanging by his side. When he whipped his boys, they had to bend over the lower bunk. He told me to drop my pants and lay over the lower bunk just like one of his sons. I was really embarrased but I undid my pants and lowered them. Then I laid face down over the edge of the lower bunk, so my knees were on the floor and my jockey covered butt exposed to the room. The bed wasn't very wide so my face was right up against the wall of the room.
"Okay, son, now the next time I talk to you I want you to listen. This is going to help you remember!" Ron rared back and delivered a really hard swat, right across the center of my butt. I grunted but didn't say anything else. He delivered a series of ten hard swats and stopped. I was moving around a bit and saying ouch but when he stopped, I started to get up.
"Don't get up, son...that was just the licks for not getting the belt when I told you. Now get down and hold on! You've got a really hard whipping coming!" With that, Ron started whaling the tar out of me. After about 10 more licks, I was begging him to stop and trying to get out of the way of the belt.
"Stop jumping around and don't get up!"
Ron just kept laying away. He gave me another 30 swats with the belt, each one a really hard lick. I was crying pretty good and telling him I wouldnt talk back to him ever again but he just kept licking away relentlessly. Finally, he stopped and told me I could get up. He was still holding his belt in his right hand but he put his arms around me and hugged me. "I love your ass, but if I have to do this again, I will. So do what your told!"
I started rubbing my aching rear but said, "Yes sir!" With that, Ron threaded his belt onto his jeans. "Let's go back to the bar. I'm going to take this belt with me and I'll take you out back and whip your ass right away if you start misbehaving, do you understand."
"Yes sir, I'll be good" I said, rubbing my butt and pulling up my pants. "You won't have to whip me again!" He didn't.. too often.
One time a few months later, Ron and I started to have an argument about something and I started to get sort of sarcastic. After abit, Ron said, "Watch who youre talking to. " I was sort of angry, so I said, "_f_u_c_k_ you". Ron just put his beer down and said, "Lets go" and talked out the door. I didn't move and in a minute he came back and said, "Come with me," and I followed him out to the car. "Get in" he said, without further comment. I got in the car and Ron started driving to his house. When we got here, he marched into the house and I was following close hehind.
As soon as we got in the house, Ron shut the front door and made no mistake about the point of the visit, unbuckling my old friend, the brown belt, and quickly slipping it off and doubling it up. "I thought you'd learned your lesson the last trip here, son" he said, gesturing with the belt.
Thinking I was about to get a good whipping, I tried to talk him out of it.
"I'm sorry, Ronnie..I made a mistake." "You sure did, now get in the bathroom, I'm going to whip your ass."
Instead of taking me into the bedroom, like last time, Ron took me into the bathroom. That was because the boys were sleeping in the bedroom. Ron took me into the bathroom and shut tht door so the boys wouldnt hear I was getting the whipping.
Ron stood there with his belt in his hand and pointed at the sink.
"Okay, son, drop your pants and bent over the sink..it's time for the whipping."
I dropped my pants like Ron said and bent over the sink in my underwear. Ron stood behind me with the belt and as soon as I was bent over, he started whipping me with it. WHACK! WHACK! I was sort of quiet for the first seven licks but then I started asking him to stop. It didnt' make any difference how much I pleaded. Ron didn't believe a whipping was good unless you really laid into someone and he was laying into me. WHen I started to get up, he told me that would cost an additional ten swats. He gave me the ten swats for trying to get up and then kept whipping me, too! Finally, after I started crying pretty good, Ron stopped and took me out to the living room. As he slipped the belt back on his pants, he told me not to talk back again, or we would be back in the bathroom for a whipping