True Story - Rude Awakening

by Roland <Kingfan626@aol.com>

All right, here's another true story. Jeeze....I didn't realize I had so many spanking memories till I started to write them down. This one is actually quite embarrassing because I was a teenager....at least sixteen.......but I guess I deserve this one. What do you think?? Hope you enjoy (as always) please let me know.

It was Friday night and I was stuck in the house. My mouth had gotten a little out of control, and my Mother, who said she had had enough, grounded me for the night, which really sucked because all my friends were going to this great party. So, needless to say I was pretty pissed about this and was giving her a lot of attitude.

Jared was out so it was just her and I sitting in the kitchen waiting for my father to get home with dinner. He had gotten off duty at seven and said he'd stop off and get a pizza, which was one of my favorites, but under the circumstances I was not pleased. I was only interested in sitting around acting like a ..... Wait a minute, how did she put it, it was long......a rude, arrogant, _c_o_c_k_y, disrespectful, pain in the ass, spoiled brat who deserved a good spanking.

I laughed. She'd have to stand on a chair to spank me.

I told her that I was a lot bigger than her, and not about to let her do that.. Not that it would have hurt or anything, but I was not a little kid.

I could tell what I said made her angry, but she kept her composure as she got up to get some paper plates and started to set the table.

I shoved the plate she sat in front of me off the table, looking at her the whole time, almost daring her to say something.

"Roland, I don't appreciate you acting this way." She said calmly, but her tone was that of a woman talking to a five year old, which was probably just how I was acting, but it pissed me off just the same.

"I don't care what you appreciate!" I told her coldly.

"All right...If that's your attitude.....fine. You're grounded tomorrow night too." She announced.

"JESUS _f_u_c_k_ING CHRIST!!" I shouted and shoved the two liter bottle of soda off the table next.

She turned quickly and pointed her finger at me. "Now you're grounded next week as well." She yelled. ".....and if I hear that word again I'll wash your mouth out with soap....now go to your room!"

"NO!!" I shouted. "I'm staying right here."

She turned around and opened the kitchen drawer quickly, shouting as she searched threw it."You will do as I say young man....." Then she found what she was looking for and held it up. ".....Now go before you get your ass paddled."

I laughed at her. "Yeah, Lets see me get my ass paddled." I said looking at her as if she had lost it.

"Oh you'll see it all right." I heard suddenly.

I snapped my head around and there standing in the doorway with a pizza box in his hand was my father.

"Mitchell, I think you better deal with your son !"My mother yelled. (I was always his son when I was in trouble)

He tossed the pizza on the kitchen table and sighed as he held out his hand for the spoon. "Yes, I believe so.....Roland......to your room." He said.

"But Dad....."

"GO!!"

No....he wasn't going to paddle me with that thing. No way........"Why.....what are you doing to do?" I asked looking shocked.

"You heard me, now go!"

"But what about the Pizza?" (Don't ask me where that came from cause I have no clue)

"You've got three seconds........ONE...TWO......."

I turned to leave the room and, Don't ask me where I got the nerve, but I started to run my mouth again. "GOD! I hate this house!" I shouted.

That did it. My father came charging out of that kitchen after me with a look on his face that I had seen many times, and I realized at that moment that it still scared the _s_h_i_t_ out of me, let me tell you.

Suddenly I figured I'd forget about going to my room and turned and started to run for the front door. Ha, it may as well have been a million miles away because I only got maybe five steps when he grabbed me.

Next thing I knew I was de-jeaned and laying face down on the living room floor, mortified beyond all comprehension as my underwear came down, exposing my bare cheeks.

My last thought before the spoon came snapping down was ...... THIS IS GONNA HURT......and hurt it did. In fact hurt was quite the understatement. It felt like he was skinning me alive. CRACK CRACK CRACK over and over.......CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK.

I don't even know how many times he brought that thing down. I was too busy screaming and kicking and crying to count. It was hell. Pure hell, but then something wonderful happened. CRACK.. CRACK... CRACK...SNAP!

Yes, thank the lord, the _d_a_m_n_ thing snapped in half and flew up, landing on the floor just above my head.

That was it. It was over. My underwear were yanked back up and I was yanked off the floor and jerked up by my arm and led back into the kitchen "Apologize to your mother right now!"

I just stood there trying to control my crying and rubbing my underwear covered butt for all it was worth.

"You've got three seconds....ONE....TWO....."

(_d_a_m_n_, there he was counting again)

"I'm sorry." I blurted out.

"Now is the temper tantrum over??" He asked looking at me with raised eyebrows.

"Yes sir." I said wiping the tears off my face.

"Are your sure.....because I could always break another spoon across your ass."

(God. I actually think he was trying to be funny)

"No."

"Good." He said and let me go with a shove that sent me stumbling across the floor. ".....now sit down so we can eat."

I think my mother called it a ........Rude awakening.........as we ate our pizza at the table that night. I called it humiliating and painful.


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