Not long after Ron moved into my apartment, we were visiting his house. His son and I were playing catch with a small football. Ron told us to knock it off as he left the room. We were having fun and kept playing when suddenly the ball hit a lamp and broke it. When Ron came back into the room, he was really angry. He told his son Chris to come over, and he started unbuckling his belt. He pulled the belt off and doubled it up and told Chris to pull his jeans down and bend over the arm of the couch. I had been spanked with that belt before and knew it would hurt. Christ didn't hesitate but pulled his jeans down and laid over the arm of the couch, his little brief covered butt sticking up into the air.

Ron snapped his belt and said, "I told you two not to play with that football and you've got to learn to do what you're told!" With that, he started whipping Chris with the tan colored belt. WHACK! CRACK! I was both sorry for Chris and worried that Ron might take the belt to me in front of his kid. He gave Chris a good dozen licks with that belt, and Chris was crying pretty good when Ron was done. He told Chris to get up and Chris rubbed his butt and looked down. Ron told him to get to his room and Chris ran out. Ron looked at me real hard for a minute and then slowly slipped his belt back on his jeans. He said nothing and then he turned to other business. I thought maybe I was out of the woods.

A couple hours later we got home just before a football game Ron wanted to watch. He went into his bedroom and took his jeans off and came out just in his jockey shorts to watch the game as he often did. We sat down and started watching the game and I thought he had totally forgot about the lamp. In the second quarter, I was surprised when Ron told me to go in the bedroom and get his belt from his jeans.

"WHy? What did I do?" I tried.

"I thought you learned last time not to argue when I am going to whip you. And I thought you learned how to talk to me when I am going to whip you, son. Now go get the belt NOW!"

I got up and went into Ron's bedroom. His jeans were on his bed and I pulled the belt off the jeans, doubled it up, and brought it out to Ron and handed it to him. He took it from me and laid it on the coffee table. He lit up a cigarette and looked up at me.

"I am going to whip you good when we get to half time. You know better than to disobey me and its worse when you get Chris into it. Now get those pants off and get ready."

I pulled my jeans off and sat there quietly in my jockey briefs waiting for half time. It seemed the game was going awfully quick once Ron had said he was going to whip me at half time. Finally, it was time and Ron stood up and picked up his belt, telling me to get over the arm of the couch, just like Chris had. I bent over the arm of the couch and waited for the belt to land. WHACK! The first lick was harder than I expected. WHACK! WHACK! Ron landed a dozen good licks before I could really even get in place.

"You going to do what I tell you next time, son?"

I knew what Ron wanted to hear. "Yes, dad, please. Don't lick me anymore, I'll do what you say."

Ron knew better than to believe that. WHACK WHACK WHACK. He landed another dozen licks. I was kicking my legs and begging pretty good. Ron kept going and gave me another 6 strokes with his belt, and it was a darned heavy belt, too.

"Okay, son, get up and sit down for a bit" Ron laid the belt back on the coffee table and lit up a cigarette. I sat down, somewhat gingerly.

"That was your whipping for not doing what you were told. At the end of the game, you'll get the other one."

"Please, dad, I learned my lesson." That was a mistake.

Ron picked up his belt and made me get back over the couch. WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK CRACK CRACK.

"You want me to keep going,, son?"

"No dad, I am sorry. I won't argue." Ron laid the belt down but this time didn't tell me I could get up. I stayed there for a while and then he told me to sit down.

"What do you have to say for yourself son" Ron said as the game neared the end.

"I am sorry I argued. I guess I got some more of the belt coming for not getting the belt for you quicker, dad." I think that was the right answer because Ron smiled and didn't say anything else.

When the final gun ended, Ron stood up and picked his his belt. Without being told to, I got up and laid over the arm of the couch. Ron laid into me just as hard as the first time. WHACK WHACK. I was kickng and pleading saying "please dad" but he didn't let up. Finally, after another two dozen strokes, he stopped and told me I could get up. He handed me the belt and told me to put it back in his room. I was happy to do that. It was a pretty long time before Ron had to use it on me again.