Sammy's Journal entry:
I can't believe it at my age. I wanted a Dad, I knew I deserved spankings, but this guy is unreal. Now, he's making me write about it.
My hell and toasted butt started when I came home late, with an attitude. Dad doubles the punishment if the even thinks that I have an attitude that is not one of acceptance.
The belt was waiting. I only had on thin jogging shorts. Man did it hurt, the belt landed, I yelped and he ordered me to the bed room. After a few more licks he made me pull my pants and briefs down and bend over the bed. All I remember from then until he was finished was the snapping sound of that belt covering me from the top of my thighs to the center of my butt.
Man did it hurt. No, I didn't have welts but my butt was shaded from light to dark red by the time he was done. Then he began to rub lotion into my burning pores and ever so often spanked me just enough to keep me from cooling down too slowly. I would tell you what happened next, but he's told me that is a secret, and that our readers should email if they want to find out more.
He can say that I can say that he's at once fat, looks like he's about thirty, but has an atttitude that is every bit one of a strict Dad, guardian or uncle.
Just when I think he has punished me in every possible way, he comes up with something else, from a wooden or plastic spoon to some new paddle he has found somewhere. I will be going away to graduate school soon, and Dad is looking for another son. I gotta go do my chores, I don't think I can stand another spanking, much less a whippin' with the belt or (I'd rather die) a switch. He lets me choose, well he has all but once, but...here he comes. I swear this guy is part enraged momma, part doting dad, and part old fashioned school master.
He spoils me, but I certainly know when he is serious. NUTS! He's getting the hair brush, and me sitting here in my tight whites, complete with a boner. I really gotta go. Write him, PLEASE! Especially if you are in Arizona...