It was Saturday night and my friends, Jared, Daniel and Scott, had asked me if I wanted to go hang out with them on the baseball field at the public school, because Jared had taken a bottle of whiskey from him fathers liquor cabinet and wanted to go test it out. Well of course I wanted to go, but I knew my father would never have allowed me to go out of the house at that late hour, so I pretended to go to bed, and snuck out to go meet my friends.
Well, we stayed out on that field for hours just drinking (I drank very little because it tasted awful) and laughing and conversing about everything under the sun, and before we knew it, it was three o'clock in the morning.
Let me tell you, I don't think we ever moved as fast in our lives as we did that night. I personally ran eight blocks without stopping to take a breather, and didn't stop till I reached the front gate of my house, which was locked, but fortunately I was thin and could squeeze threw the bars with out too much trouble.
I felt like James Bond or something, hiding behind trees and shrubs to avoid being seen. Not that anyone was awake at that hour, but I thought I better be safe than sorry.
When I reached the front door I looked threw the side window to make sure no one was around to see me sneak back inside. Everything looked pretty quiet and still, so I stuck my key in the lock and after one last look around at the yard behind me, I turned the knob and opened the front door slowly.
All of a suddenly there was this deafening alarm screaming threw the house and yard like mad. I jumped inside quickly and slammed the door shut, hoping that would shut it off but it didn't change anything.
I began to panic, turning this way and that, trying to think of a hiding place, but the alarm was so loud that I couldn't hardly think at all, but then it hit me. "RUN".
I started to run up the stairs, but the sound of shouts coming from that direction made me come right back down and run towards the kitchen instead. I had only gotten a few steps when I bumped into the something and bounced off with a force that knocked me to the floor.
"What the......" It was the butler. "Michael.....good lord lad, what's going on?"
My brain went into overdrive and before I knew it I was spouting out one lie after another. "Quick, I think someone broke in the house." I shouted.
"Don't worry lad, the police are on the way. Just stay with me........ did you see anyone?"
"I think maybe I did." I lied.
"What did you see?"
"Two men, over there by the front door. I was coming down the steps when I startled them." I said, not sure why I was speaking at all.
"Are they still in the house?"
"No, they ran out the front door." I said trying to fake a little fear.
In a matter of minutes the alarm woke the whole house, and perhaps a few of the dead as well. I could hear the police sirens in the distance, and couldn't believe how fast they were moving.
My father came down the stairs in a hurry, dressed in pajamas and a robe, my older brother at his heels.
"What's happened, is it a break in?" My brother asked running over to me and the butler.
"Yes sir, the young lad saw two men in the house, but he startled them and they fled."
"Oh my lord, are you all right Michael?" My father shouted over the alarm.
"Yes, I'm fine."
"Are you sure." He asked giving me a worried look.
"Yes."
He hugged me suddenly. "Thank the good Lord."
"Yeah," I said feeling very ashamed of myself now.
"What happened? What did you see?" My brother asked.
"I was on my way down the stairs.....I was going to go into the kitchen.......I saw two men, dressed in black, looking all around."
"Where did they go?"
I started to spout out more lies, but I lost my train of thought when I saw and heard the police cars coming up the driveway.
My brother ran over to the door and opened it for the police officers, who came running in one by one.
"Officers, we had a break in." My father said. " My son saw two men."
"What happened son?" One officer asked.
"I came down the stairs and saw two men, dressed in black going threw our things." I lied. "When they saw me, they ran out the front door, setting off the alarm."
Finally, the alarm was turned off, leaving my ears ringing.
"What did they look like son?"
"Uh....one had blonde hair and one had brown hair...." I said.
"Start from the beginning and tell me what happened." The police officer said.
I sat in the TV room and lied the best way I knew how about how two very evil looking dudes, came into my house and tried to rob my family blind, perhaps kill us, and how scared I was, which got me another hug from my father. I also told the police that one of the two men had a gun and he pointed it at me when I startled him, but his partner pulled him back and said to come on.
For what seemed an hour the police asked me questions. It got to the point where I didn't know what I was saying. Each time I told the story, something changed either in the burglars appearance or the weapons they used, and the police officer got a slightly different version than the one before.
Soon everything started to come apart, and it was clear that something wasn't right.
"Look, I'm real tired." I told the man, getting more and more nervous. "...I've told you everything I know."
"I know you're tired son, but your story........" The cop started to say.
"Sarge." An officer said from behind us. "We have the security tape."
"Security tape? What security tape." I had no idea there was a security tape.
"Yes, father had security cameras set up outside only weeks ago........ Don't you remember?" My brother asked.
"Hell no I didn't remember." I thought to myself.
"Maybe we'll be able to see what they looked like."
"Oh _s_h_i_t_." I said under my breath.
Everyone came into the room to get a peak at the tape as I stood there in front of the TV biting my fingernail, my heart racing. It was only a matter of seconds before everyone saw me on that tape and not the two big evil burglars I had described in great detail, and I wanted to get out of there in the worst way, but I was trapped between my brother and father.
I watched intensely as the tape was placed into the VCR, knowing that I ought to speak up and tell the truth, but I didn't know what to say. Then it was too late. The video started to play and there I was on the screen as big as you please.
"Uh, it seems we have a little problem here son." The police officer said looking down at me. "It seems the only one on this tape is you."
I tried to run suddenly, but I was grabbed by my shirt collar and pulled back.
"Hold it right there young man." My father shouted. "You made of all this up?"
I didn't say anything.
"Sir, I'm afraid your son has led us all on a wild goose chase." The officer said.
"Yes, I believe he has..........What on earth is wrong with you.... Breaking into your own house, setting off the alarm, and fabricating that ridicules story!"
I felt smaller and smaller.
"Do you know how dumb and stupid your little prank was son?" The officer said. "....all of us wasting our time and effort here. What if someone else needed some real help....... they may not have gotten it because of you."
"Well what do you have to say for yourself young man." My father said finally.
"Nothing." I said quietly.
"Now you've gone too far." My brother said.
"OK.........I made it all us. Do you want the truth now?"
"It's a little late for that, but go ahead." My father said sternly.
"I was trying to sneak in."
"No _s_h_i_t_." My brother said coldly.
"What were you doing out?"
"Yeah, you little jerk, what were you doing out?" My brother shouted.
"Rick...please." My father said. Rick fell silent.
"Explain yourself Michael."
"Yes, explain." Rick said, but he fell quiet when he got another look from my father.
"I was out of the house for two hours and not one of you assholes even missed me." I blurted out, feeling very angry now.
"You watch your language." My father said putting his hands on his hips as he looked down at me.
"GO to hell."
"Pardon me."
"You heard me." I said and tried to walk off again.
"You come back here." My father said pulling me back once again.
"Don't touch me." I snapped and shook his hand off my shoulder.
"All right, I've had enough of this.........Michael, go to your room." My father said suddenly.
"_f_u_c_k_ you." I said before I could stop myself.
Every one stopped what they were doing and looked at me as if shocked.
All of a sudden my father had me by the arm and was pulling me towards the couch.
"Let go of me!" I yelled as I tried to pull away from him, but he had this death grip on my arm and he wasn't about to let go. Not at all. He sat down on the couch and dragged me over his lap as the whole room watched.
"What are you doing?"
"I have had it with your disrespect and your lies..... I believe a good spanking is what you need."
"A spanking?" I said, sounding almost shocked.
"About time." My brother said.
I laid there uncertain about weather this spanking idea was a joke, but when my father unbuttoned my jeans and started to tug them down, underwear next, I quickly realized that it was no joke at all. Everyone's eyes were glued to our little scene. I was so embarrassed. Laying there, half naked, over my fathers lap, about to get my bare butt spanked in the middle of a room filled with police officers.
Then it hit me. They were police officers. There was no way they would allow it. It was against the law, wasn't it? I asked myself. Then Crack, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, Etc. My father was bringing his hand down again and again.
"OWLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!" I shouted. " Stop it!!!"
"This is what happens to horrible little boys who misbehave!" He shouted.
"Ouch, let me up." I yelled as I kicked and squirmed, but my father just wrapped his arm around my waist and held on tighter as he continued to spank me.
"OUCHHHHH......OOOOHHHHHH......Stop! Are you all going to let him do this?" I shouted at the police officers. "This is child abuse.....!!!!"
"Ummmm Sir....." The officer said.
My father stopped suddenly and looked up.
Here it comes, I thought. They're going to make him stop.
"I see that you are busy sir. We'll just wait outside till you are finished." The officer said.
I snapped my head up to look at the officer. "WHAT!!!!" I shouted.
"Yes officer, thank you." My father said with a smile then the spanking continued.
"NOOHOOOOOO!........Don't Leave!.....Please!........Make him stop.!!!! OWLLLLLLLLL!..........Wait!!!!" I shouted, but they were gone.
"You will never lie to me again, do you understand me?" CRACK, CRACK, CRACK. "......and you will learn to behave if I have to spank you everyday of your life to remind you to do so!" CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK.
"All right!......I'm sorry!.......I'll never lie again!!!!!.......I SWEAR!!!!!!!" I screamed and cried.
Finally the spanking stopped and I was left dangling, limp, over my fathers lap, my butt burning like fire. "Do you see where you are son?"
"Yes." I sniffed.
"Where are you?"
"I'm in the living room."
"NO!" He shouted and gave me another stinging slap.
"AHHHAAAA."
"Where are you!" He shouted.
"I'm over your lap!" I cried.
"Yes, that's right, your over my lap, now can you tell me why?"
"No."
I got another slap. "Why!!"
"Ouchhhhh............Because I snuck out and lied to you."
"Yes, and because you snuck out and lied you got your butt spanked good. Didn't you?."
"Yes sir."
"Now the next time you decide to misbehave or lie or sneak out of this house I want you to remember this spanking and what your backside feels like...you got me?"
"Yes Sir." I sniffed again.
Then my underwear were pulled back up and I was lifted to my feet.
"Now you may go to your room."
"Yes sir." I said and went up the steps.
Man. It was the worse spanking I ever got in my life. I couldn't sit comfortably for two days. And I never, ever, ever lied to my father or snuck out of the house again.