I was sitting outside the Major's office watching my father threw the window, dressed in fatigues, standing in the typical at ease position as the Major told him what I had done.
My father was a Marine and a very large one at that. He was over six feet tall and very muscular for a man who was close to fifty now, and still as intimidating as he ever was, but I guess he had to be. He was a Sergeant, who's job it was to train Marines for battle, and from what I head from his men, he was probably one of the baddest mothers on the base.
As I watched him, I could tell what he was thinking just by the expression on his face as it was explained to him that his son was the culprit who had redecorated the Majors car with a can of red spray paint, and believe me it wasn't pretty. He looked like he was fuming mad. His face was red and his body tensed up making him look even taller than he already was.
Suddenly his head snapped in my direction and he was looking threw the glass at me, piercing me with his light green eyes. I looked away immediately, but glanced up every few seconds to see what would happen next.
About a minute later the meeting ended and all at once the door flew open and my father came charging out like a mad bull causing me to jumped out of my chair and stand against the wall, repeating over and over how sorry I was.
"I am going to kill you." He said harshly as he reached for me.
I tried to back away from him, but only managed to press myself harder against the wall before he latched onto my arm, and pulled me up on my toes.
"I didn't mean to do it." I pleaded.
He gave me an even angrier look and yanked me out of there with enough force to make me stumble and trip all the way down the hall.
"I'm sorry Dad." I yelled as I trotted along side him.
"Shut your mouth Boy." He demanded.
When we got outside he dragged me over to his truck and threw me in. "I just don't know what the hell is wrong with you Luke. This base is not your personal playground." He yelled as he drove home.
I just looked out the window and tried not to think about what was going to happen to me when he got me home.
We didn't live far off base. Only five minutes I guess. When we pulled in front of the house he jammed the truck into park and told me to get out, which I did quickly. Then came around to the passenger side and latched onto my arm again and pulled me up the walk.
When we got in the house he took me straight to his room and pulled a long black belt out of his closet and doubled it over. My eyes went from the belt then back up to him, and back again.
"Dad, I'm sorry, I was just........"
"Don't bother with your excuses son, just get your pants down. "
"What?....Dad, please let me keep my pants on." I begged.
He gave me a strange look. "Excuse me Son, what did you just say to me."
I knew better than to argue. What my father said went, no negotiations, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. "Please." I begged.
He grabbed my shoulder and turned me sideways and struck me once with that belt. Well once was all I needed and my mind went someplace else. Before I could stop myself, my hand reached out and grabbed the belt and I yanked real hard. I think we were both pretty amazed when I was the one left standing with it dangling in my hand.
"OWWLLLLL......" He said with a wicked kind of voice. " You know better than to do that."
"I don't know why.....I m-m-m-mean.......h-h-h-here.....t-t-t-take it." I stuttered and handed it back to him.
His eyes were blazing. "You get your pants down and you get them down now." He growled.
I knew my butt was going to be lit up after that and the tears started to build up as I lowered my jeans.
Once my pants were down around my thighs he grabbed my arm and threw me down across his bed and yanked my underwear down in one quick jerk. A second later he was whipping me with his belt so hard that I could barely breath.
"I'm sorry Dad. I'll never do it again." I cried once I got my breath. "Ouchhhhh......I'm sorry!"
"Yeah, I know you're sorry.....You're sorry I'm whipping you ass."
"Owl-howllllll! Dad, stop it, please.....I told you.........OUCH...... I'm soryyyyyy!" I shouted threw the whole horrible incident, but he turned a deaf ear.
After what seemed an eternity, and my rear end was good and hot, he stopped swinging and pulled me off the bed in one quick jerk.
"Now you get your ass in your room the quickest way you know how!" He shouted and pushed me in that direction. "I don't want to see your face till morning!"
I ran to my room in spite of the burning pain and locked myself inside. Man was I on fire. I flopped down across my bed (on my stomach) and cried into my pillow, waiting for the burning heat to subside, thinking the whole time about how stupid I was to let myself get caught. If I would have just done it and beat it out of there, I wouldn't be laying face down on my bed with a blistered backside. When would I ever learn.
A few hours later I heard my door knob turning and I sat up.
"Luke."
"What?"
"Open the door son."
"Why so you can whip me some more?"
"No. I got your supper here."
"So....I'm not hungry."
"Come on, You got to eat something."
"I thought you didn't want to see my face till morning."
"I was mad when I said that. I didn't mean it.......come on open up."
I just laid there.
"Luke!" He said a little louder.
"Go away! I hate you!!"
He was quiet for a moment, but then he spoke. "All right, now I'm going to let that attitude slide 'cause I know your upset, but don't push it.....is that understood?"
I didn't answer him.
"I said Is that understood?"
I changed my tone real quick, let me tell you. " Yes sir."
"Well, that's better. I'll just leave your supper out side the door for you, but don't let it get cold."
I didn't know why it was so _d_a_m_n_ important to him that I ate my supper. I mean I just got one of his fatherly specials and he wanted was for me to eat my supper. Who was he kidding. I was so full of self pity and remorse at the moment that just the thought of food made me sick.
To be continued.................