I was sitting in my room watching TV when my Stepfather came in and told me that it was time for me to get ready for the party.
"I'm not going to your party." I said flat out.
"Oh, yes you are."
"I'm telling you right now, you don't want me there." I said with a grin.
"Yes I do, now stop this and get ready for Gods sake." He said and gave me a frustrated look."
"I don't want to go to your stupid party."
"Well regardless, you are going to be there and that's final." He said coldly and walked towards the door.
I followed him with my eyes as he walked. "You're not my father, Mark."
"you will participate even if I have to tie you to the dining room table." He said and left the room.
"Fine." I said to myself. "He wants me to go to the stupid party, I'll go...but he'll regret it....He'll regret it big time."
I went to my closet and pulled out every piece of black clothing I owned and pieced together an outfit that you might see someone wear on Halloween. Black T-shirt with a big skull and cross bones on the front, a pair of black jeans with the knees ripped out, a pair of black leather boots with big silver bucles on the sides, and a black bandanna to wear on my head. Having my clothes on, It was time for the accessories. I put my earrings in my ears and also in my nose and eyebrow, which my Stepfather hated. In fact, he hated them so much that he told me that he would rip them out with his bare hands if he ever saw me wearing them again. So I thought they were appropriate for the occasion since my goal was to irritate and embarrass him.
Being dressed and decorated, it was time to start operation: "Destroy Dinner Party."
I walked down the steps and entered the dining room where everyone was now seated at the nicely set table. My Mother on one end of the table, Mark at the head, my two little sisters, older brother, and all the guest were seated in the middle.
I saw the empty chair and figured it was for me, so I went toward it. "Hi everyone, sorry I'm late." I said boldly.
My mothers eyes nearly popped out when she saw me and her face turned from one shade of red to another with embarrassment as she looked down the table at Mark. I looked down the table at him also and saw that his eyes were large and his face was as red as my mothers. I gave a little laugh, but noticed right off that he did not share in my amusement in the least. In fact he looked quite angry, which is what I wanted.
Now feeling quite satisfied with myself, I sat down and slouched back in my chair and threw my leg over the arm so that my foot was almost in the lap of the man sitting next to me. He scooted his chair down towards his wife.
Mark saw this and cleared his throat. "Evan." He snapped and gave me a dangerous look. "What." I said giving him a surprised look, then I looked down at my leg as if I had just noticed it's poistion. "This?" I asked as I pointed at it. "I looked at the man next to me. "Does this bother you?" The man just gave me a stern look. "Oh, sorry about that." I said and removed my leg. "Sorry Ralph." Mark said giving his an embarrassed look.
All threw dinner I acted up. I ate with my hands, talked with my mouth full, spit out a mouthfull of food which didn't quite fit my taste, belched without excusing myself. Everything was great, except for the looks I was getting from my Mother and Stepfather the whole time, but I didn't really care. I was having fun.
After the maid cleared the dinner plates, everyone was sitting there talking while they waited for dessert to be served when one of the guest was asked to tell the story behind his engagement to his beautiful Fiance' sitting next to him.
As he spoke I stuck my whole hand in my water glass and scooped out a handfull of ice cubes and popped them into my mouth. The man sitting next to me looked at me in disgust. "Oh, sorry." I said taking an ice cube from my mouth and held it up to him. "Do you want one?"
"No, I don't" He said coldly and looked at his wife. "No...OK." I said and popped it back into my mouth and continued to suck on them till my mouth got too cold and then I spit them out into my hand and threw them on my empty dessert plate.
The guest who was telling the story looked at me strangely, but continued to tell his story as best he could. When he finished telling his tale everyone started to "OOOO and AHHH", then they all clapped.
When the claping ceased, I cleared my throat and got ready to drive my point home. "Can I ask you a question mister?" I said in the most innocent voice I could manage.
"Sure you can." He said with a smile.
"Did you nail her yet?"
Mark, who was taking a drink from his wine glass at the moment, started to choke and cough.
"Evan!" My mother snapped. "How dare you speak to Mr. Mathews like that." "Oh, I'm sorry about that.....let me put it another way." I said with a grin. "Did you _f_u_c_k_ her yet?"
My mother gasped.
Mark stood up suddenly, causing his chair to shoot back across the floor behind him. "Apologize right now!" He ordered.
"Why, what did I say?" I laughed.
His eyes pierced me. "You know _d_a_m_n_ well what you said, Now apologize!"
The smile faded from my face and I too became very angry. I stood up quickly, knocking my own chair back across the floor and gave him the same spitfire look he was giving me. "I'd rather eat _s_h_i_t_ and die!" I yelled. "I told you that I didn't want to be at your stupid _f_u_c_k_ing party, but you made me. So now you'll just have to deal with the consequences.....Maybe next time you'll remember." I said and walked away from the table.
I was almost out of the dining room when I heard him excuse himself from the table. Then I heard the sound of his quick paced footsteps following behind me. I turned back and saw him, his eyes burning with anger, as he came for me.
Seeing that look on his face, I turned back and ran down the hall and up the steps. By the way his feet were hitting the floor I knew he was also running, so I picked up the pace a little. I was fast, but his legs were longer and he was able to catch up to me quickly. I was just about ten steps away from my room when I felt his large hand grasp my arm, and I was jerked bak.
"Get the _f_u_c_k_ off me!" I shouted, but he did not let go.
He wrapped his left arm around my waist and lifted me off my feet then hauled me to my room.
"Put me down!" I shouted and started to pound on his arm with my fist.
When we got into my room he carried me over to my bed where he sat down and pulled me across his lap. I had not realized until then that he had managed to get my jeans down around my thighs at some point and was now going for my underwear.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"I am going to teach you once and for all how the behave in this house." He shouted as he quickly yanked my underwear down, then he wrapped his arm around my chest, pinning me in place.
I looked back over my shoulder and saw him rase his hand high in the air. I couldn't believe my eyes. He never spanked me in the four years I had known him, although he probably wanted to a hundred times over.
"No! Wait!" I shouted as I faught to get off his lap.
Then WHAP!!! His hand came down hard on my bare, upturned backside with a force that took my breath away.
"UHHHHHH!" Was all I could manage at first, but when I got my breath I started to shout and curse like a mad man.
"Ouch, you _f_u_c_k_er.....Get the hell off of me!"
"You have crossed the line this time young man." He shouted as he brought down a steady flow of hard slaps to my tale with his large, steel like hand.
"OWLLL! Stop it you son of a bitch!.....Stop! This is child abuse!" I shouted.
"Child abuse my ass. This is called a spanking, and any child who has the nerve to act the way you just did down stairs, deserves a good spanking." He said never slowing his pace.
Cursing at him and being angry was only making him hit harder, so I decided on a new tactic by begging and pleading.
"Please, stop....I'm sorry....Please Mark....you're killing me." I shouted as the tears started to build up in my eyes. If he didn't stop soon, I knew I was soing to start bawling like a baby.
"If you don't straighted your act up this is what you can expect to happen every day till your eighteenth birthday!" He yelled as he continued to pound on my burning backside.
I couldn't take it any more. It was hurting so bad that I just had to cry, and cry I did. In fact I cried so hard and loud that I bet the people downstairs could hear me. It was horroble.
After another few minutes of steady spanking, My stepfather finally stopped and yanked my underwear back over my blistered bum and pulled me up to my feet. I tried to pull away, but he held me firmly by both arms and pulled me in closer.
"NOw you listen to me young man....I wil not allow you to bahae like this in my house, or anywhere else for that matter......you got that?"
I was crying too hard to speak.
"Now I may not be your real father, but I am the only one you got, so you better get use to the idea....Now you're going to change out of this horrible outfit and then you're going to go back downstairs to apologize to my guests." He ordered.
"I can't do that." I said threw my tears. " Please...I can't face them."
"If you found the nerve to act like a complete ass in front of them, then you can find the nerve to apologize to them as well." He said as he got to his feet and dragged me over to my closet.
He let go of my arm o open my closet doors then he started to rummage threw my clother to find what he felt was more suitable clothing. I, in the mean time, stood there desperately trying to rub the sting out of my tale.
After a few minutes, Mark pulled out a pair of cotton navy blue pants and a white button up shirt. "Here, your putting this on..." He said and threw the outfit at me. "....and I don't want to hear any complaints."
He didn't have to worry about that. I was too busy thinking about my blistered backside to care about what clothes he wanted me to wear. I could have been a dress for all I cared.
"...And don't forget about those _d_a_m_n_ earings, including the one in your nose" He said pointing. "...and your eyebrow."
"Yes sir." I said and took them out right away.
Getting dressed was slow and painful. Those cotton pantes may just as well have been made of sand paper, for it would have felt the same.
Now changed and presentable, my stepfather marched me down the stairs to the dining room and shoved me threw the doorway, which caused everyone to stop what they were doing to look at me. I noticed from the looks on their faces that the guest were quite surprised by my miraculous transformation.
"Well go ahead Evan, you have their attention." Mark said sternly from where he stood only a few feet away.
I looked at the people and then at my brother, Jason, and little sisters, Vickie and Cindy. Everyone just looked at me, except for Jason, who had his head down to hide his smile. All of this made my face get hot with embarrassment. I felt like a total idiot standing there.
"Tell them." Mark demanded in a low, dangerous voice.
I cleared my throat. "UMMMMMM....a little while ago...UMMMMM....I acted like a .....a...Uhhhh.....like a." My mind went blank.
"Like an Ill-mannered, spoiled little brat." Mark said as he paced the floor beside me.
I looked over at him, then back to the table. A few of the guest were starting to smile, which only intensified my humiliation.
I looked at my feet. "Like an ill-mannered, spolied little brat, and I apologize." I said.
"Now to Mr. Mathews." Mark ordered.
"And I especially want to apologize to you, Sir, for the crude remarks I made. I am very sorry." I siad glancing up at him.
"Apology accepted." He said.
I looked back at Mark to see if what I had said was acceptable to him.
"Fine, now you may return to your room." He said and went over to the table and took his seat at the head.
I just stood there.
He turned around. "Well Evan." He said when he realized I had not moved. What is it son?"
"Nothing sir." I said respectfully.
"Then do as you were told, that is, of course, unless you'd care for another spanking." He said which only humiliated me further. up until that point I don't think anyone knew for sure what exactly happened upstairs between him and I, but they sure did now. The smiles were endless. Even the maid had a smile on her face.
"Well, Is that what you wnat son?" He asked and got to his feet again. This made me snap out of my trance.
"NO!" I said quickly. I did not want that at all, so I did exactly what I was told by slowly stepping out of the room.
When I got upstairs to my room I flopped down across my bed, face first of course, and tried to forget about the pain. As I lay there I started to think about what Mark had said about him being the only father I had. He was right about that. My real father left when I was six years old and has never been back since. Mark however has been there since my mother married him. He tool me and my brother and sisters into his beautiful house, bought us nice things, sent us to the best schools, made sure we were being well provided for, treated and loved us like his very own, never once asking for anything in return.
"How could I have been so horrible to him all this time." I said to myself.
Later that evening, after all the guest left the house, my stepfather came up to talk to me. I noticed right off that he had lost the angry look he had earliear and now looked very sad.
"Hi there." He said softly.
"Hi."
"How are you?"
"All right."
"Can I sit down?" He asked pointing to the edge of my bed.
I slid over without a word.
He sat down and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and sighed as he starred at his hands. "Look, I'm sorry for what happened earliear. I didn't like having to spank you like that, but you were completely out of control and needed to be tought a lesson."
I rolled over onto my back and looked at the ceiling.
"You may not want to hear this now, but I want you to know that I care for you very much, and would never do anything to hurt you. I consider you to be my own son, and that is why I wanted to include you at the dinner party."
I felt a huge lump growing in my throat and a river of tears building up behind my eyes. I had been so blinded by hate and anger that I didn't see just how much he really cared for me. I was so ashamed of myself that I wanted to die. How could I have been so heartless and stupid.
"Now I know you probably hate me more now than you ever did before, and I regret that, but...."
Before he could say another word I jumped up and threw myself into his arms with a force that about knocked him off my bed, and hugged him tight around his chest as I cried. "I'm so sorry....I'm so sorry."
When the shock of what just happened passed, he wrapped his own arms around me and squeezed me tight. "It's all right son, It's all right....I love you."
I was quiet for a few minutes, but then I spoke. "I love you too........Dad."
Mark gave a long sigh and he too started to cry.