A little while later the police had the house completely cleared and all the cars out of my yard and I was left in the house, unprotected and alone with my very angry Stepmother and father who wanted desperately to beat my ass to a pulp, but I couldn't stay conscious long enough for that to happen.

My father had to carry me to my room because I was too trashed to even see the steps clearly. I remember laying across my bed, drunk out of my mind, crying like a baby.

"I never meant for this to happen." I cried from my drunken, contorted position across my bed. "Everyone just went crazy."

"You went crazy!" He yelled. "Throwing a party without permission, allowing your under aged friends to drink alcohol in this house, getting drunk out of your mind yourself............I'm so _d_a_m_n_ mad I could kill you."

'But the police already left,' I thought crying even harder now. "I'm sorry Dad.....Oh God I'm so sorry. Please don't kill me."

"Well I didn't mean literally." He said as he stood there, both fists perched up on his hips.

I just bawled.

He starred at me for what seemed an hour, then finally his arms fell hopelessly to his sides and he turned from me. "I can't believe this."

"I know, I'm sorry." I cried, and wiped the tears from my face.

"Stop saying your sorry!"

"Yessss sir." I said pathetically.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief. "Here." He said softly and threw it to me.

I took it and wiped my eyes and tried to calm down but it was real hard. I was sick, I was upset, not to mention afraid that he was going to kill me any second. But he didn't, not right away . Instead he sat on the edge of my bed and moved my hair out of my face. "Here move back, that position can't be good for you."

My brain told my body to move, but my body didn't respond to the command. He had to pick me up and move me himself. "Good God son.....What ever possessed you to do such a thing, you could have really hurt yourself."

"I'm sorry." I groaned. " ..and I'll clean it up....I'll do it all."

"_d_a_m_n_ right you'll do it all." He said raising his voice again..

"Are you going to punish me?"

"Punish you? Hell yeah I'm going to punish you, but I'll wait till you sober up a bit."

Suddenly I got another urge to vomit "Oh God," I said and jumped off my bed, and ran into the bathroom. I was so sick.

When I finished I pulled my head out of the toilet and collapsed onto the floor, resting my face on the cold tile.

"Oh god Dad I'm dying." I moaned from the floor.

He walked in slowly and looked down at me sympathetically. "You not dying, you're drunk."

"This is not what I thought would happen." I said and started to cry again.

"And what did you think would happen."

"I thought I would have the party and clean up before you got home and you'd never know, but then everyone got wild and started busting up the place, and when I asked them to leave they all ignored me."

"Well your little party must have disturbed some of the neighbors because someone called the police."

"Dave called the police. We figured that was the only way to get them out."

He looked at me for a minute then he started to smile despite how angry he was. "You called the police on yourselves?"

I started to cry harder. "Uh huh."

He started to laugh at me.

"It's not funny." I cried.

He knelt down and put his hand on my back. "Can you get up?"

"No I want to stay here." I said and closed my eyes. "I'll be fine as long as I stay right here."

Then I passed out cold.

When morning came I found myself laying on the bathroom floor with a large bath towel draped over me. I raised my head slowly and sat up, which I immediately regretted because my head started to pound and a nauseous sort of a feeling hit me in the pit of my stomach. "Oh god." I groaned. I looked down at myself and noticed that I was still dressed in my clothes from last night, shoes and all. I pushed myself up on all fours and then got to my feet. The sick feeling I had and the headache got even worse, and then I got the shakes.

"I got to lay down." I said out loud and stumbled into my bedroom. When I got closer to the bed I realized that it was already occupied by my father who was sound asleep. I found it very comforting to see that he had stayed with me even thought I had a party and trashed his house.

I would have just gone somewhere else but I was so weak and desperately needed to lay down. So I laid down across the bottom of the bed over what felt like legs and feet and pulled my comforter up from the foot and covered myself up.

My father sat up suddenly and looked at me. "Are you all right?

I just moaned.

"I'm going to die Dad." I told him, convinced of this.

"Yeah, It may feel like that, but you'll survive." He said looking at me sympathetically.

Allecia Stepped threw the door suddenly. "Well, well, well I see your both up." He said with her arms folded across her chest.

"Yeah, we're up."

"Good, then we can discuss punishment." She said, not wasting any time. She looked so mad that I don't think she could see straight.

My father threw the covers off himself and got up. "In a little while Allecia." He told her. "He's still real sick."

"Good, I'm glad he's sick, maybe that will remind him not to drink next time. Now if we aren't going to discuss it now, then when are we going to?" She demanded.

"Later." Was all my father had to say.

Well later turned into four o'clock in the afternoon because that's how long it took till I felt human again. My stepmother and father came up and walked in my room together. I sat up when I noticed them and took a deep breath.

"How do you feel son?"

"Uhhh, still real rough Dad." I tried to tell him with the hopes that I could maybe prolong what I knew lie ahead for just a few more hours, but he didn't buy it.

"Well I'm sorry about that, but that will just have to be." He said.

I made a face, but said "Yes sir."

"Now before we start (We I thought meant him and I, but I was dead wrong) I want to tell you how disappointed we are in you. Having a party like that in this house, putting all of those kids at risk. Thank God every single one of them got home alive."

"I didn't give them the alcohol. They took it or brought their own." I told him.

"That is no excuse. You still had a party without our permission, which led to the disaster we came home to last night." He told me. "Which brings us to your punishment."

"The moment we were all waiting for." I thought as I rolled my eyes.

He saw this. "What's the matter son, don't think you deserve to be punished?" He asked looking at me harshly.

"No, I know I deserve to be punished, but...." I started but he cut me off.

"_d_a_m_n_ right you deserve it, and we're going to give it to you."

There was that "we" again.

"All right son get up and take off your pants."

I stood slowly and grabbed the front of my jeans and stopped to look at Allecia, waiting for her to leave the room.

"What is it son, I told you to do something, now you do it."

"I will but first she has to leave........"

"She is not going anywhere. She is a part of this too." He said and with that "SHE" sat down on the edge of my bed and looked at me, waiting for me to comply with my fathers orders.

I was mortified. I mean I knew I was going to get my butt beat for what I did, but I had not planned on getting it beat in front of her. "Please Dad, not in front of Allecia." I begged.

"You get them off _d_a_m_n_ you!" He yelled and started to reach for the front of my jeans. I jerked back and started to do it myself. I didn't want to make things worse.

I pushed my pants down past my knees and slid them off one leg at a time, then stood up straight again, blushing from ear to ear. I was wearing underwear, but I still felt exposed in front of my stepmother.

As I did all of this my father pulled my desk chair over and placed it in the center of the room, then removed his belt. The sound of the belt buckle clanging around made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

"Come on Eric, you know what to do. Get over here!" He said.

I walked over to the chair and bent over, placing my hands on the seat and waited, but nothing happened. Then my father cleared his throat. "Aren't you forgetting something?" He asked.

I looked over my shoulder at him and gave him a look of confusion. He pointed to my underwear. "Get them down to son."

I was beyond mortified. "Well I thought that since she was..........." I tired to explain.

"Do it." He demanded.

"But Dad..."

"ERIC!" He snapped.

I jumped then slowly hooked my thumbs under the waistband of my briefs and slid them down just past my butt -- bending over at the same time to hide my private area – then grabbed the seat of the chair again.

"That's better." I heard Allecia say and my face grew hot with embarrassment.

"Let go of that chair and you will regret it, you got that?" My father said.

I tightened my grip on the seat and sighed. "Yes sir."

When I heard the belt cut threw the air I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth together, anticipating the pain, then CRACK!!!!!

The belt scorched across both cheeks and wrapped slightly around my right hip. "AHHHHAAAA!!"

CRACK, CRACK, CRACK!!!!

"OWLLLL.....Dad........AHHHHHH!!" I Yelled and let go of the seat, about to grab my own, but my father reminded me not to by saying "UH, UH, UH." I stopped and put my hand back on the chair.

CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK.

Tears started to run down my cheeks as I tried hard not to cry out.

CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK.

I couldn't hold it in any more. I let out a loud "AHHHHHHOOOOOOOLLLLL." And started to cry. "Dad, please.......OUCH.....Dad........OWLLLLLL"

But he was oblivious to it all and kept on hitting, so I started to shout for Allecia. "Please make him stop........OHHHH....please Allecia, MOM (I never ever called her mom before in my life) Please MOM.....OUCH.....SOB, SOB........Please Mom."

Well all of a sudden Allecia started shouting for the whipping to end, and grabbed the belt in mid-swing. I looked back instantly, and saw threw my tears that she herself was crying.

"Please, no more.....I can't take it......honey please, let him up. He's had enough." She yelled and with that she pulled me up and threw her arms around me and began hugging me like there was no tomorrow.

My crying slowed dramatically and I just looked over her shoulder at my father, who seemed to be almost as shocked and confused as I was. I mean first she was shouting for my blood, then she was begging for my punishment to end.....huh WOMEN!!!

"Oh baby! It's over ......Mom's is here."

Apparently me calling her MOM struck a nerve with her and she got this sudden burst of maternal instinct.

Well as soon as I realized what was going on I began to play right along with it. I hugged her back and cried, blubbering that I was so sorry and would never do it again, just please don't beat me anymore. I was so pathetic.

"Oh don't cry....Mommy won't let that happen." She said as she rubbed my back.

"OH give me a break!" My father said.

"Shut up!" Allecia snapped at him, which was quite surprising.

His mouth dropped open.

I buried my head in Allecia's shoulder and started to laugh. Luckily it still sounded like crying though and neither of them noticed the difference.

To be continued..........