Once, Ron took me on a visit to his parents small farm where we had grown up. We stayed in the same bedroom that was his as a boy and I got to meet his parents, who were simple but nice country folk. While Ron was pretty old fashioned to start with, he became even more old fashioned and strict as we stayed there for a few days. One afternoon, Ron and I were arguing about something and I told him to _f_u_c_k_ off. He got really mad and gave me a hard swat and told me if I used that kind of language again I would get a really bad whipping.
That night, while Ron and I lay in his and his brothers bed chatting, we starting arguing about something and I used the F word again. I realized I made a mistake as soon as I said it but it was too late.
"Boy, you are going to get a whipping for saying that."
Since ROn's parents were staying in the house too, I didn't want them to hear me getting it with Ron's belt. "Come on, Ron, don't do that now, your mama and daddy will hear me getting it." That must have made him think for a minute because he was quite for a bit.
"Okay, you're not getting the belt right now but get up and come over here." I got up and went over by Ron. He pulled me roughly over his lap and gave me a good dozen hard smacks on my briefs with his hand.
"Thats just for now. Tomorrow you get the whipping for cussing and the other whipping, too."
"What other whipping?" I asked, pretty much knowing what I had done.
"For not calling me 'dad' when you're getting licked. Now be quiet and go to sleep. You'll get it tomorrow."
I had trouble sleeping thinking about Ron's belt and what it was going to do to my butt the next day but I finally drifted off. It seemed like forever until his parents went to town the next day.
"OKay, son, let's get out to the woodshed." I thought he was kidding at first but there was actually a small wooden building that, when we got there, had wood stacked in it. I had forgotten that Ron's daddy would take him or his brother out to the woodshed for particularly serious whippings while normal ones took place in the bedroon.
"Well, look what's hanging here." Ron said, and he reached toward a heavy old belt handing on a nail.
"This is the strap that my daddy used on me and you're going to get it yourself." It was a heavy brown belt that was doubled over and apparently well used doubled over. Ron took it in his right hand and smiled a bit.
"Get those pants down and bend over and grab your ankles" I quickly did what Ron said and the first crack was really hard WHACK!
"Well, son, its a lot easier using it than getting it". IT did feel funny getting a whipping with the same belt that had been applied to Ron's butt and not too many years ago. His father had whipped him until he was 17.
Then I stopped thinking about the irony and just thought about the pain. THe first lick was followed by another dozen hard strokes when I let go and stood up.
"Thats five more, boy, bend over." I bend over, begging Ron to let up but the belt kept cracking away on my briefs. WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK "Now let's get back to work on your whipping for cussing." Ron continued cracking away and I was doing my best not to stand up. Finally, he stopped after another two dozen hard licks.
"What do you have to say for yourself now, son? You sorry you used that word?" Ron stood with the belt streched between his two hands and looked carefully at me.
"Yes sir, dad, I am really sorry." I said rubbing my butt. I was happy to see that Ron was hanging the old belt back on its hanger. I could see now why he was so quiet when he was around his daddy if he had gotten many whippings like this one. Ron opened the door and we left the woodshed
I knew ROn had said two whippings but I felt lucky he only gave me one. I was wondering what he was going to do about the other. We went and fixed a small project his daddy had asked us to do and it took about an hour then we went back into the house. Ron took off his work clothes and took a shower while I laid on the bed reading a book. After he was done with his shower, he came into the bedroom and put on a pair of clean briefs then looked at me and told me to take a shower. When I came back into the room, Ron was waiting there in his briefs. I discovered I had forgotten to bring enough underwear and Ron told me I could wear some of his. Once I slipped them on I turned around and looked at him. He looked mad.
"I think we better finish your punishment. Get my belt out of the closet, son."
Well, I knew better than to argue so I went into his closet and found his belt that he had used to spank me in the past many times hanging there. It was a tan colored belt, pretty wide with a brass buckle. I handed it to Ron and he stood up and doubled it up.
"What do you have to say for yourself before I whip you?
I knew that Ron liked me to call him "dad" or "daddy" when he was going to whip me and I should have said it earlier. If I didn't I almost always got an additional licking. Standing in my briefs now, I sure wished I had just called him "daddy" and I would be done.
"I'm sorry, dad, I had it coming and I deserved it. I guess I got some more, sir."
Ron just pointed his head at his bed and I took the hint and laid face down over the edge. Then he took the belt and WHACK laid a good lick across my butt. It was a pretty strange feeling getting a whipping in the same place that Ron had gotten so many, even wearing his underwear.
On top of the licking with his dad's heavier strap, this really was hard to take. I was begging Ron to let up. WHACK "Oh, dad, please, stop. WHACK "Oh dad Noooo" WHACK WHACK "Daddy!!" WHACK WHACK WHACK I was kicking my legs and yelling good and finally Ron stopped.
"OKay son, get up." I stood up and Ron handed me the belt. "Put it back in the closet." I was surprised at how warm it was and I hung it back on its hook and turned to face Ron.
I rubbed my butt pretty hard and it made Ron smile.
"Like father, like son" he said. "I used to stand here and rub my butt good after a whipping but it still hurt"
Even though I was pretty sore, it made me smile just a bit. "Father knows best, daddy."