I was driving home from work last winter, going slowly through a nearby neighborhood, not really paying attention, when THUMP! I hit the brakes and looked in my mirror just in time to see two red flashes - kids running behind a tree. It took me a second to realize I'd been hit by a snowball - and in my new $40,000 car!
Good thing the kids were stupid, they were right in front of their house, now running behind a garage. I jammed it into reverse and backed up quickly to the driveway of the house.
No sign of the kids, so I walked right up to the front door and banged loudly. I was pissed! My car wasn't really dented, but I was angry none the less.
A woman answered, attractive but obviously exhausted. She had been cooking, and had at least two little kids under 6 or 7 running around making noise. A television blared in the background. Her house was a mess.
"Excuse me, do you have 2 older sons?", I asked. Not waiting for her reply, I added quickly, "Two kids just hit my car with a snowball, right in front of your house".
Her face went beet red. She looked down and aplogized. "Come in", she said.
"That is the second time this winter", she sighed and closed the door behind me. "Every time it snows, Bill and Joe get crazy. You know how teenage boys are. Their father should be home any minute now."
Just as the words left her mouth, a large pickup truck pulled into the driveway. It was obviously a construction truck. A big man got out of it, in his 40s, maybe 6'3 250 lbs, with a one piece Caterpillar work suit on and dirty boots. I watched through the glass window as he approached the house.
He walked in the door, took one quick look at me, and said to his wife, "What's going on?"
"This is...uh.."
"Dale" I said
"Dale, honey" she said. "Bill and Joe are throwing snowballs at cars again."
The big man looked up and blew out a sigh. "Stay here" He said, and walked off around a corner. I heard some yelling and a few muffled bumps and bangs. In a few minutes he returned, with two young men, their necks clutched in his big hands. Their faces were red, they looked scared. They were still dressed in their winter clothes, ski pants and jackets. They were about 16 or 17, I guessed.
"Did you hit this man's car?" The big man hissed. The boys shook their heads
"No, I swear" they both said in unison. They weren't good liars, their Dad knew it.
"Yeah, right" he said, and threw thm by their necks hard towards a nearby couch. The boys tumbled onto it, knocking into each other. I just stood there. I was getting a little nervous, the Dad was intimidating. He ignored me, though, and concentrated on the two young men on the couch.
"Get 'em off!" He yelled. "I told you last time what would happen if you hit another car."
The boys looked terrified "No!" They both said together. "We're sorry, really! We promise not to do it again, Please!!!"
The father unbuckled his belt as the boys pleaded with him. He didn't say a word, didn't even look at me. His wife was gone, and the other children, too.
With the boys still pleading, he began whipping them with the thick belt, all over their backs, butts and legs. "Oww!!" they cried "Stop!" they tried hiding in the couch, curling up into balls to escape the belt, but the big man just swung faster and harder. He didn't stop at all, He didn't seem to even be aiming at anything, just wildly whipping them all over. "I said get 'em off, NOW!" He yelled.
The boys began to undress as he continued to whip them. He didn't stop. Undressing meant that they couldn't hide in the couch or curl into balls, they had to either sit (which meant he whipped their legs and back) or stand (which meant they got their butts and legs and back whipped) they tried to undress as quickly as possible, howling loudly the entire time. The father ignored them, and kept belting them, he was merciless! His face registered no expression, only concentration on where the belt hit them. He was making an effort to smack their bottoms, now clad in white briefs only, as the boys took their pants down and off, their irate father swinging the belt as hard as he could the entire time. The two boys were hopping around, trying to avoid it, their backs and asses red with marks from the belt.
Just then, one of the boys made a break for it, taking on the father head on, juking him with a shake and getting around him. "Get him!" the father yelled. Instinctivly I grabbed the boy around the waist and tackled him to the ground. The big man came over and reached down and grabbed both me and the boy and brought us to our feet. The other boy was naked standing by the couch, rubbing his flaming butt, his face red and teary. I looked at his body, he was muscular, like a smaller version of his father. His penis was very erect, though he tried to hide it by covering it with his hands when he noticed me staring at it.
Before I knew it, the boy I had tackled was also naked and bent over the couch, crying. His father got behind him and began swinging the belt, even harder than before! The boy squirmed and wailed. "Hold him down!" The big man said to me. I grabbed the boy's arms and shoulders from the other side of the couch as the father kept swinging, non stop. This guy was a machine! I'd never seen anyone keep up that kind of intensity before. It was getting very difficult to hold the boy down, he was squirming like crazy, crying out in a high pitch every time the belt hit his now dark red ass, which was every 2 seconds at the speed the man swung.
I was breaking a sweat and really struggling with this kid, and eventually he got away from me, jumped up and ran up the stairs, howling. I got a good look at his _c_o_c_k_ and his swinging balls as he ran past me up the stairs. I also saw his ass, purple and swollen.
The father did not stop. He already had his other boy by the neck and was bending him over the couch, same as the other one. "Your turn" He said.
I held the boy down while the father beat his ass without mercy. Again and again the belt struck, and it seemed like the longer it lasted the harder the smacks got. I was actually feeling bad around then, like maybe he was going too far. Then I thought of my car and tightened my grip as he swung faster and harder. The boy screamed and squirmed and cried, the father grunting and spitting as he swung continuously.
Again, eventually the teenager was able to get away from me and ran up the stairs, his bottom and backs of his upper thighs covered in bruises.
I looked at the father standing there and got up off of the couch. He looked tired, as anyone would! He swung the belt as hard as he could for at least half an hour non-stop.
"Sorry about your car" He said. "If it needs a dent pulled, let me know and I can do it for you or repay you to have it done." He wiped the sweat from his forehead. I could see his urmpits were soaked. He rubbed his right shoulder.
"No Problem" I said awkwardly. I wanted to get the hell out of there. I walked towards the door.
"Drive safe, Dale" He said, as I walked out.