My father whipped my butt plenty of times in my younger years, but when I reached my teenage years the whippings slowly became less and less till one day I just didn't get them anymore. I mean sure, I still got punished for any wrong doing, but it was in the form of grounding, or after I got my licensee, I would get my car taken away or restricted to the house, or even my room.
So when I had reached the age of seventeen, and not had been whipped for over two years, I figured that I was just too old for that sort of thing. I mean I was a man and men didn't get their butts whipped by their fathers. Right? I said Right?
Well, one afternoon my father gave me the answer to that question, and believe me it was not the answer I had expected.
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It was a Saturday and I had asked my father, who was still a Marine and accustomed to getting up early, to get me up at eight because I had plans to meet my friends at nine thirty. Well when I opened my eyes that morning and looked at the clock, it was ten after nine. "_s_h_i_t_!!" I shouted and jumped out of bed. My father had not bothered to wake me up. What an asshole. To say the lease I was now a little aggravated.
I ran to the bathroom, shaved and then took a shower in about one minute flat, cursing my father the whole time. "Son of a bitch.....I tell him to do one thing and he _f_u_c_k_s it up......maybe I can still make it by nine thirty." I though rinsed the suds off.
When I was done I opened the shower door and reached for a towel to dry off, but there were none, except for one small wash cloth, which I ended up drying my whole entire body off with. "Bastard didn't leave me any towels." I growled.
I was more aggravated.
Then I went to my room to get dressed, but found that all my clothes were dirty except for one ragged, old pair of underwear. "_s_h_i_t_....he didn't do the wash either!" I shouted as I ripped a pair of not so dirty jeans and a shirt that didn't smell so bad from a pile on the floor in the middle of my room.
Now I was starting to get pissed off.
I got dressed and ran down the steps to the kitchen to get something to eat quick. I decided that some eggs and toast would do me just fine after the morning I was having, and opened the frig, but there were no _f_u_c_k_ing eggs. "_d_a_m_n_....maybe some cereal then." I said and went to the pantry. "AHHH.......at least there are some corn flakes here." I said seeing the box, but when I lifted it, it was empty. "Maybe something else then." I thought, getting more pissed off every second, but there was nothing in that _f_u_c_k_ing kitchen but empty cupboards..
"_s_h_i_t_!!!!!!" I shouted. "He didn't do the _d_a_m_n_ shopping either."
I had had enough. I was going to find that mother _f_u_c_k_er and tell him just what I thought about his house keeping skills. I was his son and it was his job to take care of me, get me up on time, pay the bills, clean the house, do the food shopping, the laundry, and all the housework that needed to be done, and it was my job to go off and do what I wanted all day and have fun with my friends.
As I stood there in the kitchen going over everything my father did not do, I heard the front door open and the sound of him whistling happily as he walked threw the living room and into the kitchen where I stood with my arms crossed and just glaring at him.
"Hey, good morning Luke......did you sleep well?"
"Did I sleep well?" I asked looking a little shocked by this question.
"Yes, did you sleep well son."
"Hell yeah, I slept well, but I didn't get up too _f_u_c_k_ing well now did I?"
He stopped and looked at me strangely. "By that attitude, I guess not."
"NOOOOOOOOOOO, I didn't and it's all your _f_u_c_k_ing fault!" I shouted.
"My fault?...............What the hell is wrong with you?" He said now starting to look a little angry.
"What's wrong with me, I'll tell you what's wrong......I asked you last night to get me up this morning, but you just couldn't do that, now could you?"
"I tried a hundred times to get you up......but you told me that you wanted to sleep." He said looking surprised.
"I didn't say that!" I shouted.
"Yes you did. I went in there and tried to get you up every five minutes. I ever said that I was going to flip your mattress over, with you on it if you didn't get up, but you told me to leave you be."
"That's a _f_u_c_k_ing lie!" I shouted.
His face turned stone cold now. "You better back the hell off, right now."
"No, you back the hell off......First you don't get me up, then I find that there are no towels in the bathroom, and my clothes are not washed, then I find that there is no _f_u_c_k_ing food in the house.....!"
"Now wait a minute here son. I asked you yesterday to put the towels I had washed in the drier, but you had better things to do. I also told you to bring your clothes down so they could be washed, but you again had better things to do, and about the shopping, I would have gone yesterday, but you took the truck and I had no way to go, now did I?"
I lifted my arms and acted as if I were playing an invisible violin. "Yeah, your breaking my _f_u_c_k_ing heart here Dad."
"You better watch it son." He said giving me a dangerous look, but I kept it up. What could he do to me? I was seventeen. I was a man.
"You should have dried the towels yourself, and picked up my clothes, and borrowed someone's car...did you ever think of that...huh Einstein?"
"Watch it Luke...now I'm telling you!" He said pointing at me.
"Telling me what!"
"I'm telling you that if you keep this attitude up, I just might have to adjust it for you."
"Don't threaten me Old man." I said coldly.
His eyes got real big.
"That's right...you heard me......DON'T THREATEN ME!!....And yes I called you OLD MAN."
"You know what....I think you need to be knocked down a peg or two." My father said.
"OH, what are you gonna do...Ground me? Take my licensee?"
"Maybe I ought to just whip your ass three shades of red....how'd that be?"
I looked at him like he was crazy. "Yeah, like you could still whip my ass." I said with a laugh.
"Yeah, I could." He said confidently.
"Oh yeah, I don't _f_u_c_k_ing think so all right........ Old man."
"Oh you think you're a big man now huh.....don't have to do anything I tell you, right."
"Yeah, maybe......so."
"So, you will obey me or there will be hell to pay and I don't care how old you are."
"You know what Old Man." I said smiling wickedly now. "I think you need to wake the _f_u_c_k_ up."
"Don't call me Old man." He growled.
"Why not, it's what you are ain't it?"
"I'm your father and I deserve some respect."
I took a step closer, looked him right in the eye and gave him a wicked smile. "You don't deserve _s_h_i_t_........Old man."
We starred at each other for a long time, but he was the one who lowered his eyes in what I thought at the time was defeat, which made me feel fantastic. My father had never backed down from me in my life, and to have seen him do so then gave me a whole new sense of power. It was like the younger lion had overthrown the older one, and there was a new leader in the house.
"The truth is a real bitch ain't it....Old Man....you need to wake up all right." I laughed.
He looked back up into my eyes and starred at me harshly, but he did not move or even make an attempt.
"That's what I thought." I said, feeling very _c_o_c_k_y and full of myself now. I gave him an evil grin and turned away. I was going to go do what ever the hell I wanted from now on and there was nothing anyone could do about it. I was the king.
Well, I only got about two steps down my path of glory when suddenly I felt this incredible vice like grip on my upper arm and before I could think I was whirled around like a I was on wheels and facing my father once again, but this time he was the one smiling.
"We're going to see who needs to wake up son." He said in a very deep, foreign voice. The next thing I knew I was laying flat on my back, and my not so dirty jeans were practically ripped off my body, and I was being wrestled over on my stomach.
"What the _f_u_c_k_!" I yelled and started to fight for control, but my father got me over and was now sitting on my back with his feet up under my arm pits to keep my arms out of the way.
"Get the _f_u_c_k_ off me!!!!" I shouted, but that only got me five or six hard slaps with his hand. CRACK......CRACK.... CRACK....CRACK .....CRACK.....CRACK.
"Shut your _d_a_m_n_ mouth....you think your a big man.....I'll show you how big you are.........I'm gonna bust your ass boy and I don't care how old you are. " He yelled and I heard the unmistakable sound of his belt buckle clanging around as he pulled it from his waist. Then suddenly my ragged underwear came down leaving my privates resting on the cold tile floor..
Well, let me tell you, I went nuts trying to push up off of that floor, but I wasn't going anywhere. "Dad, what the hell are you doing? Let me up God _d_a_m_n_ you!"
"You wanted to push me and see how far you could go, well that's fine, but now you're going to get to see just how far I will go." He yelled and the whipping began. " I will not have any son of mine challenging me in my own house." He yelled as he raised up an increasing number of welts on my butt as I shouted out in pain. "...... and If you ever decide to do it again you can expect the same reaction from me and the same busted ass....You get me boy?"
"Yes....YESSSSS!" I shouted as the belt came down. "I'm sorry."
"I may be old, but I'm still whipping your ass good aren't I?"
"Yes, yes, yes....great.......OWCHHHHHHH......real good.......AWHHHHAWWWW.........real, real good!" I yelled, my voice cracking. "_s_h_i_t_, now I'm going to go and start crying." I thought as the tears started to flow out of me.
"I bet you don't feel like a big man now, do you?"
"Nooooooooo." I shouted as the _d_a_m_n_ broke and I started to bawl like a five year old.
He brought the belt down across my aching butt a few more times then it was over, and he got up. I could feel him standing over me even though I couldn't see threw my tears.
I eased my hand back and carefully rubbed my burning left cheek. Boy was it hot. I truly got the whipping to top all whippings in the history of time. I never thought my seventeen year old butt could hurt so bad.
"I bet you regret ever getting out of my bed this morning., don't you son?" My father asked.
Man, he sure hit that nail on the head. I regretted it big time. "Yes sir." I said wiping the last of my tears off my face.
"Yeah, I did too."
"You did?" I asked looking confused.
"When I was you age I did the same _d_a_m_n_ thing to my father, and I got the whipping of my life for it too."