My Lesson in Respect


by Roland <Kingfan626@aol.som>

This is another true story. Enjoy.

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When I was fourteen years old my father and I got into an argument, and I called him a few choice names that I should have kept to myself, then I told him that I didn't have to listen to him anymore.

Well as you can imagine he got very angry and ordered me to my room, but I refused to go. Actually I think my exact words were .... "MAKE ME."

He was standing across the room one second, then dragging me up the steps the next.

When he got me to my room he tossed me, face first, across the end of my bed, then knelt on the mattress right beside me. That's when he grabbed the back of my jeans and he tried to flip me over.

I had no doubt that he was going to try to pull my pants down, so I threw both hands under myself and held onto the front of my jeans with all my strength.

"Let go!" He yelled as he tried to pull my arms out so he could get at my fly, but there was no way I was going to let go. No way in hell. I was fighting to keep my pants on and to stay on my stomach as if my life depended on it. I don't think a team of horses could have pulled my hands away.

It was quite a struggle for a few minutes, but the more I fought to stay on my stomach, the more of a target I presented to him. So he soon forgot about pulling my pants down and just concentrated on whipping my ass.

He placed his knee in the center of my back and put enough body weight on to keep me from going any where then ripped his belt from his waist, doubled it over and POW....he brought it down hard.

I shouted out, but mostly out of surprise and anger, because I couldn't believe he was actually doing this. I was fourteen years old for gods sake.

"Stop, Dad, Stop!" I shouted, but he didn't hear me. He was too busy tearing my ass up. It felt like he was whipping me harder with every stroke, but it probably just felt like that. In any case, it got so bad that I became almost frantic to get loose.

I managed to pull one hand out from under me but could do little more with it than ball up my fist and beat it on the bed to try to deal with the pain, but that wasn't working. I could feel myself wanting to cry, but I held it in as hard as I could.

"I am not a door mat for you to wipe your feet on. I am your father and you will do as I say, you hear me young man." He shouted as he wailed on me.

"Yes........I'm sorry Dad.......please.......stop." I shouted, my voice cracking now.

"Oh god here it comes." I thought. "I'm going to cry."

And I did cry, but I was quiet about it.

Finally the beating stopped and my father got off of me. "NOW GET TO BED." He yelled and stormed out of my room.

When the coast was clear, Jared came into my room to see if what he heard happened was actually what had happened. I just laid there with my face buried in the crook of my elbow, sniffing back my tears.

"Hey Rol, you all right?"

I pushed myself up on my elbows and wiped my face and nose. "No....... God that hurt." I sniffed.

"I bet it did........I haven't seen him that mad in a long time."

Just then my father popped his head in my room. "JARED!!!" He snapped.

Jared jumped.

"Get your ass out of there or you'll be next!!"

"Yes sir."

"And you.......I told you to get to bed.........not to talk to your brother!" He snapped as he flicked off the lights.

"Yes sir." I sniffed.

The next morning I woke up in the same position and with my rear end still soar.


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