This true story is my only memory of seeing my older brother get a spanking. It happened about six months after he got his drivers license, and he would probably kill me for submitting it, but it's a good story.
************** When Jared got his license there were mixed emotions running threw our house. My Mother hated the fact that her baby was getting behind the wheel of a dangerous piece of machinery, but my father thought that the car was not the problem, but perhaps a young man behind the wheel of that car was.
Being a police officer, my father saw everything from kids peeling wheels to impress their friends to ramming each other off the road out of what they call "Road Rage" today, and then there was drinking and driving. That was his worst fear.
Now the drinking age was twenty-one, but that didn't stop sixteen and seventeen year olds from getting loaded and then driving down the road and killing themselves, or others. So when Jared came home with his drivers license my father sat him down at the kitchen table and went over the rules.
"First rule," I heard my father tell him as I poured myself a coke and got some cookies out of the cabinet. "No racing.....If you race, I'll take your license."
"No problem." Jared said folding his hands in front of him.
"Second rule.......No joy riding. A car is not a toy ......... If I find out that you were joy riding, I'll take your license."
"OK. No joy riding." Jared said.
"Third rule........No speeding. If you get a ticket, I'll take your license."
"All right." Jared said now starting to get a little annoyed. "I won't speed.....anything else?"
"Yes.......Under no circumstances are you to drink and drive....you hear me. Under no circumstances. Now if I catch you, or hear that you were drinking and then got behind the wheel of a car I will beat your ass ten shades of red, ground you, and then I'll take your license.
Dad was not playing. Jared was really getting the business, which I thought was funny, and I started to laugh quietly, but Jared heard me and he didn't appreciate it in the least.
"Shut up Roland!!" He snapped.
I turned around quick. "What?" I said looking shocked.
"Roland get the hell out of here." My father said with a sigh.
"In a minute, I'm trying to get something." I said arrogantly.
"You've been trying for fifteen minutes. If you haven't gotten it by now you aren't going to , now go so I can talk to Jared." He ordered.
"All right!!" I said and left the kitchen
Months went by and Jared played it straight. He didn't do anything that he thought might get back to Dad. Well out in the open anyway. When he and his friends got back in the woods they partied it up real good, managing to hide the fact that they were drinking almost every time. Notice I said almost because one night his luck ran out.
I was asleep when I heard the sound of shouts and fumbling around down stairs. At first I thought someone had broken into the house, but when I became more awake, I realized that the shouting was coming from my father and Jared.
I got out of bed and opened my door to look out. What I saw was part comical and part shocking. My father was coming up the steps dragging my brother, who was trying to do some real fast talking as he struggled to get free.
" I warned you about driving under the influence and your not getting a second chance." My father shouted as he dragged him past me, heading towards the bathroom.
I didn't know what the hell he did, but it wasn't good.
I followed with my eyes, down the hall and noticed that my mother was also standing in her doorway, watching the scene. "Mitch, what is it?" She asked looking concerned.
"He's been drinking, Cynthia..........the little bastard's smashed and he got behind the wheel of the car and drove home like this." He said giving her a look which I knew to mean that he was going to kick some ass.
"Oh my god." My Mom said, looking very shocked.
I was shocked to hear that Jared got loaded and drove home. He was usually more responsible than that. "What an Idiot." I thought.
"Yeah." Was all my father said in return, then he dragged Jared into the bathroom, leaving the door open, giving my mother and I a full view of everything going on.
First my father shoved him into the bathtub, clothes and all, then he turned on shower. Jared jumped when the water hit him and started to shout that it was cold.
"_d_a_m_n_ right it's cold. Maybe it will sober you up enough to remember what I'm about to do to you for drinking and driving." Dad shouted.
When my father had him nice and awake he yanked him out of the tub, threw a towel in his face, then dragged him out of the bathroom and back down the hall towards his room, which was across the hall from mine.
Dad saw me standing there, and with only a snap of his fingers and an angry look, told me to get the hell back in bed, which I did instantly.
It didn't matter if I was in bed or not though. By the way my bed was positioned I could still see right into Jared's room.
I laid there and watched as my father pulled my brother in roughly and slam the door with enough force to make it bounce right back open and stayed open. I was going to see everything.
Jared was shoved down and made to bend over the edge of his bed, giving me the view of a lifetime.
My heart started to race.
" Dad, please." Jared shouted.
"I don't want to hear it. I told you that I would whip your ass ten shades of red and I meant it!" He shouted and off came the belt. "Drop your pants."
My heart went even faster.
" OH please Dad, no." Jared begged.
Dad laid three quick blows across the seat of Jared's wet jeans. CRACK CRACK CRACK. "Take them off _d_a_m_n_ you.....NOW!!"
"I'll have to stand up first." Jared Yelled.
Dad backed off and let him get to his feet where he unbuttoned his pants slowly.
I think I knew what Jared was going to do before he himself did. I could see it in his eyes, then it happened. He turned and tried to make a run for it (A real big mistake).
Next thing I knew my father grabbed him by his hair and jerked him back hard enough to knock him off his feet, then in three seconds flat, he yanked his wet jeans completely off my brothers body, leaving him laying on the floor in just his wet underwear.
A second later Jared was back over the edge of his bed, and being ordered to take the underwear down as well.
Jared reached back and slid his underwear down just past his butt in a instant, but that wasn't good enough for my father, who reached down and yanked them down to his knees. That's when the real beating started. WHAP!!
Jared threw his head back when the first blow cut into his flesh, and let out a loud "AHHHHAAA".
Then my father started to pick up speed which brought out a steady flow of "AHHHHAAAA's".
WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP........It went on and on.
Jared started crying, yelling and pleading for mercy, but my father turned a deaf ear to it. What he did was never to be done again and my father was going to give him the whipping from hell to remind him of that.
I just laid there my face burning hot and my heart pounding as I watched that belt wrap around my brothers wet, bare backside, leaving wide red marks on the sides of his once white cheeks.
WHAP, WHAP WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP......
"AHHHHAAAAA......please Dad........sob, sob ..........please..........OUCH..........OOOLLLLL"
Jared became frantic to get away, crying, kicking, twisting and pushing up with his arms, but my father managed to hold him down till his butt was as he had said it would be...... "Ten shades of red" then it was over.
Jared collapsed and buried his tear streaked face into his mattress as he cried.
My father just stood there starring at my brothers back for what had to have been ten minutes, then he finally spoke. "Do you realize that you could have killed yourself or someone else driving like that, Jared?"
I couldn't hear any thing, but I could tell that Jared was still crying by the way his body shook.
"You will not do this ever again, do you hear me?"
Jared again could not talk......he couldn't move.
"Well you don't have to answer me right now, but I'm coming back in here in the morning and we're going to get this straight." My father said and headed towards the door. When he realized it was open he looked confused. "I thought I shut this." He said looking into my room at me.
"It bounced back open." I said shifting my eyes from Jared's flame red backside, and then back.
"What are your gawking at for Christ sake." He said and pulled Jared's door shut behind him. "It's not like you never got your ass beat before.........and speaking of which.........do you have anything you want to tell me before I put this back on?" He asked sternly, holding up his belt.
My whole body tensed up. "No Sir." I blurted out quickly.
He tried to keep the hard, stone cold look on his face, but a smile broke threw despite his efforts, and I relaxed a little.
"Well he'll be all right.......I would never kill him without letting you say good-bye first..........now go back to bed." He said with a grin then walked down the hall towards his and my mothers room.
The next morning I went into Jared's room and found him laying in bed, on his stomach, bare from the waste up and a thin sheet covering him from waist down.
"Are you all right?" I asked.
"No Roland.....I'm not all right!" He said angrily.
"I was just asking, Jeez Jared.....it isn't my fault he whipped you."
"Just shut up all right. Just hearing you say that makes me sick, and another thing........you better not breath a word of this to anyone ......you hear me. If you do you won't live long enough to get your own license"
"It's not a big deal Jared, and believe me, your butt will feel better before you know it." I said trying to be helpful.
"Yeah, well yours won't if you don't shut the hell up!"
Just then my father and mother came into the room.
"That's enough Jared. I know your upset, but that's no way to talk to your brother." Mom said and sat down on the edge of the bed next to him.
Jared, who was still on his stomach, closed his mouth instantly and just rested his chin down on his crossed arms.
"Are you ready to talk?" My father asked him.
"No."
"Too bad, we're going to anyway." Mom said . "Roland, we'll see you downstairs."
I looked at Jared one last time then left the room so he and my parents could have their discussion.
It turned out that Jared got ground, and his license taken away for a month, which according to my father was getting off easy because if my mother had her way he would have lost it till he turned eighteen. He was also told that if he ever drove under the influence again my father would drop his pants in front of his friends and whip his tale twenty shades of red.
Jared swore that he would never be so stupid again, and to my knowledge he kept his word.