I had always been a big football fan. They showed NFL games in England on occasion, but it was not as big of a deal as it is here in the states. The Cowboys had always been my favorite team, so I of coarse was quite estatic when they made it to the superbowl against the Bills.
I was seventeen at the time, and my step-dad decided to have a few of his drinking buddies over to watch the game. I didn't like most of his friends, but because we only had one t. v., I had to watch the big game with them.
I was sitting on the couch next to one of my step-dad's friends. He had been drinking all evening and was pretty wasted. As I sat there he ran he hand through my hair and rubbed my back. I was a bit annoyed because I really hated this guy, but I didn't say anything. He suddenly reached his hand down and grabbed my crotch. I'd finally had enough.
"Get away from me you _f_u_c_k_ing pervert!" I yelled as I shot up from the couch. Big mistake, my step-dad was sitting right there.
"What did you say young man?" he sternly asked. He was almost as drunk as his friend. I didn't have time to answer. "Get over here right now. We're going to show everyone here how you still get your ass blistered when needed."
"But dad," I began.
"Jaime, get over here now!" he said in a loud voice.
I angrily walked over to him. Right then and there he unbuttoned my jeans in front of all of his friends. He unzipped them and pulled them al the way down. He then slid his fingers in the waistband of my underwear and pulled them down. Not only was embarrassed, but I was fuming. One of his friends then had the audacity to make a comment about the size of my exposed _c_o_c_k_. He didn't get to see it for very long because my step-dad pulled me across his knees. All of his friends got to look at my little butt as my step-dad rubbed his hand over it.
"We'll see if you ever call someone that again!" he said and then delivered a fierce smack across the center of my ass. I jerked in pain and he continued to smack my naked butt. He was spanking real hard, and as usual it didn't take long for him to reduce me to tears.
"Ow dad, I'm sorry. Please stop!" I cried.
But he was just getting warmed up. For the next two minutes he fiercely smacked my bare bottom with his hand without stopping. I was screaming and squirming just like a little boy.
"You lay there like that for a few minutes and think about this," he said as he went back to rubbing my burning ass. He rubbed between my sweaty butt-crack and then his fingertips found my butt-hole. I was used to having him finger my hole, but he didn't this time. He just kept my butt spread with my anus visible to all his friends as his fingertip fondled the outer part.
When my step-dad finally stood me up my _c_o_c_k_ was pretty hard. With my pants and undies still down he made me sit back down on the couch where I had been sitting before. Nobody paid any more attention and his friend began to fondle my _c_o_c_k_. I'm sure everyone knew, they just didn't say anything. I finally shot my load off into his hand, and he cleaned it off. Luckily that was it for him touching me.
Before I went to bed that night my step-dad told me I could expect a good thrashing first thing the next morning. My step-dad's thrashings were always very severe and painful, and I always dreaded them. It took me awhile to get to sleep that night, anticipating what I would receive in the morning.
My step-dad entered my room early the next morning with four switches in his hand. "Get up," he ordered.
I slowly got out of bed.
"Do you know what you're being thrashed for?" he asked.
I nodded.
"Bend over," he told me.
I bent over my bed and he made the preparations. He raised my night-shirt and pulled down my underwear, baring my bottom. He took a switch, raised it, and then brought it down. It made a loud whistling sound and then struck my bare bottom. It really stung a lot, and I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. He really gave it to me good. After five or six strokes I could feel blood trickling down. He continued for twenty strokes, until my butt was torn up.
After my thrashing I was laid on my bed. He wiped the blood off my bottom and then spent the next half hour rubbing salve on it. This was the last time he ever punished me.