[Over the past couple few months I have posted three stories recalling various serious whippings I got as a teenager. The whipping I wrote about in the first story (Switched in the Garage) took place when I was sixteen. The other whippings/paddling I wrote about (Locker Room Paddling & Follow-up Whipping At Home) took place when I was 15. I will try to keep future stories in chronological order.]
By midway through my sixth year, I had become a rather _c_o_c_k_y and some would say, a rather manipulative teenage boy. I was a varsity football player and found it easy to get away with a lot of mischief. On occasion my luck would run out and I would end up in the principals office getting my ass busted or my dad would take his belt to me, if I were lucky. If good fortune were not with me, I would get a bare-ass strapping and/or a dose of a willow switch.
During this time my dad was working as an oilfield worker and was typically away from home for weeks at time. This gave me ample opportunities to get into trouble, but I had found that I could manipulate my mother and usually stay in her good graces so she wouldn't tell my dad about my misbehaving. It was while my dad was away, that I pulled a stunt that earned me a beating that almost rivaled the switching I had gotten a few months earlier. I had gotten tickets to an out of town concert and had planned to go with my buddies for a weekend of typical teenage merry making. Unfortunately, my mom was refusing to let me go since it involve an over night trip. Things came to a head on Saturday morning when I got up and announced that I was going to the concert! My mom just said, "you are not leaving this house"! I got really pissed and told her that I was going to go to the concert and she was not going to stop me! By this time my friends pulled up and I stormed out of the house and slammed the door behind me. As we drove to the concert I figured that I had a couple of weeks before my dad came home, so I had plenty of time to work on my mom and could be back on her good side before my dad got home. The concert was great and we all had a good time and as we drove into town on Sunday evening, I was thinking about ways to make up for my behavior to my mom. As we drove into our driveway I was very surprised to see my dads pickup on the driveway!
As I sat in my buddy's car I asked Jerry if he would stay over, just in case my dad had found out about how I had treated my mom. He reluctantly agreed to stay and I figured my dad would not be to hard on me if Jerry were around (Jerry was one my friends that he actually like!). As we walked into the house, my mom and dad were sitting in the kitchen. My mom would not look at me while my dad just glared at me from his chair. I was starting to get worried because I noticed that my dad had a beer in his hand and saw several empty beer cans on the table. (My dad had a drinking problem and was supposed to have stopped drinking by this time.) I asked my mom, if it was ok for Jerry to stay the night. She looked at my dad and he shook his head yes. He then spoke up and told my mom that maybe she should go get some pizza for supper and she suggested that she take Jerry with her. She got up and Jerry very quickly followed her out the door. He patted me on the shoulder and whispered good luck as he walked by me. He could tell I was I bad trouble!
As soon as my mom and Jerry walked out the door, my dad shoved his chair back and got up and came toward me. With out saying a word he walked up to me and sharply backhanded me across the mouth. I was taken completely by surprise and fell back against the kitchen counter. I could taste blood in my mouth and could tell that he had split my lip. My dad had slapped me before but he had never hit me hard enough to do much damage. This was different. After a second he walked up to me and grabbed me by the shirt and asked what the hell was happening to me! He said: "I come home early hoping to rest and I find your mother crying because of your sorry behavior and smart-ass attitude". He kept on yelling that I was acting like an arrogant little _s_h_i_t_ that needed to be put in his place once and for all. Before I knew it, he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me into the garage.
Once out in the garage, he grabbed the strap he kept on a hook and came toward me. He stood in front of me and ordered me to strip! When I hesitated, he grabbed me by the shoulder and a spun me around. He then started whipping me across the seat of my jeans. After a dozen licks he stopped and again told me to strip. I figured I was enough trouble already, so I quickly took jeans and briefs off. I could already feel welts from the strap developing. When I didn't take my shirt off, he said, "Take everything off". While I was taking my shirt off, he pulled a sawhorse out into the middle of the garage and put an old folded blanket over the horse. He pulled me over to the sawhorse and bent me over and told me grab the saw horse legs. (I knew the drill!). He then proceeded to explain that I was going to get beat for my arrogance, my lousy attitude, and especially for my disrespect for my mother.
From my position I could not see where my dad was until he came around to my left hand side and stood a few feet from the end of the sawhorse. As I looked up at him he raised the strap high over his shoulder and cracked it across my bare ass. I jumped from the impact and braced my self for the next stroke. He slowly got back in position and the strap stuck my ass just below the first lick. This continued until he had covered my ass with twenty-four of the hardest licks I could imaging. I had tears running down my face as he told me to get up. I was hoping that it was over as I got up. I was very wrong! He just wanted to lecture me some more and said that that had been for my arrogance and lousy attitude. He then pushed my back over the sawhorse.
I was getting real scared and started begging for him to stop as he started to strap my ass again. I kept on screaming that I was sorry and that I would behave. He just yelled back, "I know that you will behave, especially when I am through with you". He then walked around in front of me and with any hesitation started whipping my ass from over my shoulder. From this position the strap not jut cover my ass, but also reached across to my thighs. This was too much for me and I was crying like a little kid. After another dozen licks, he stopped briefly and came around behind me and I felt him kicked my legs apart. I saw him walk over and hang his strap on the hook and I figure that it was over. I started to get up but my dad yelled at me to stay put. To my horror I saw him pick up a willow switch that he had hidden behind the door! When I saw the switch, I started to plead and beg him to stop. (The last time he had switched me he had actually bloodied my ass!) He new how afraid I was of the switch as he came over to me and tapped my ass with it. He said. "Don't worry boy, I'm not going to tear your ass up". With those words he raised the switch and landed it across my left thigh. I screamed and jump as he then landed it across my right thigh. This was repeated four times across each leg. I was howling like a banshee by the time he finished. He then told me to get up. I had trouble standing up and he helped to my feet. He looked at me and said, "Boy, if I ever hear of you copping an attitude again, I promise you that I will take a switch and stripe you from head to toe"! With that, he then told me to go clean up before my mom and Jerry got back.
I went to the bathroom and looked at my ass and legs in the mirror. My ass was beat red and I cold already see large purple bruises forming. What really hurt the most were the raised welts formed where the switch had landed across my upper thighs. My dad had made sure that he had really covered my sit spots with the strap and a couple of licks from the switch. I knew that sitting was going to be a problem for a few days. I took a cold shower and went to my room and lay on my bed. I lay there and sobbed for a while until I heard my moms' car drive up. After a few minutes, Jerry came in and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw my ass and legs. My dad came in right behind Jerry and told me to get up for a minute. I said, "Yes sir" and slowly got up. My dad then surprised me when said he was sorry for backhanding me and that he wished he had not struck me with his hand. I smiled at him weakly and slowly sat down on my bed. He then handed Jerry a can of utter cream that he had been carrying. He looked at Jerry and said that since he was partly responsible for my sorry state, that he should tend my licks. Jerry just smiled a little and told me to roll over on my stomach. He was actually pretty good at this, since he had done it for me a few times before and I had done the same for him a couple times. When Jerry was finished tending my licks I put on a robe. My mom soon came in and brought us some pizza. I looked at my mom and said I was sorry. She smiled and shook her head with some tears in her eyes. I was really glad for Jerry's company that evening.
In the morning my ass my solid welts and I dressed for school very carefully. I spent the whole days squirming in my jeans. I the locker room later in the day, my football coach looked at my ass, smiled and told me to congratulate my dad on a job well done. I was surprised and relieved when I was excused from practice that day.