I still couldn't believe what he was saying. But he started over to me. He stood about 6'3" to my 5'7", I knew if he wanted to he could really hurt me if he tried to take my pants off. I quickly started fumbling with my belt and looked up at him as if to say, "I'm getting them off. Don't hurt me."< p>
Nick, stopped and watched as I undid my belt and my button flies. "I'm not setting out to hurt you Mike. But I don't want you to missunderstand. I'm not your enemy. Your mother and I love you, but you've got to wise up. Your free ride is over. Now get those shoes and jeans off. Come on now, I ain't got all day."< p>
Oh man, pulling my jeans and shoes off was easy enough. But, as I stepped out of my jeans I got a lump in my throat to see Nick taking his belt off. Some of my buddies on the swim team had belt marks on their legs and butts. They would tell about how their old man had really tore them up. The guys that seemed to get belt marks more often than others would compare the marks in the showers, like they were war scars. Boy was I nervous, no scared.< p>
When I got them off, I stood infront of Nick with just my socks, tighty whities and blue t-shirt on. He looked me up and down and said, "Get across the arm of that couch."< p>
I gulped, "What!" He said, "You heard me, com'mon." I did as he said. No sooner had I bent over the arm did I feel the most pain I ever remember feeling. The shock, combined with the burn of the leather across my butt, made a lasting impression that makes my butt tighten to think about it still today. I bolted up over the arm of the couch, but Nick grabbed the rim of my underwear and pulled them down to my knees. Apparently my underwear strap was not strong enough to pull me back. He grabbed me around the neck and pulled me back and put his knee in my back to hold me still. My nuts were pressed between me and the edge of the arm of the couch. My ass was bare and under the bullseye of his belt. For the next 5 slaps of the belt against my butt, I rithed under Nicks knee. When he was done, I was in too much pain to grab my underwear to cover my privates. He had gotten his knee off. Aside from my underwear being down below my knees, I was too embarrassed to look at Nick because of my tears. Eventhough I was resolute not to cry, I could feel my face wet with streaks of tears. < p>