I grew up deep in the southwest where it's not uncommon for the average family to have a swimming pool in the back yard. We did, and one of the golden rules around our house was absolutly no swimming without a parent around. Yeah right. Try telling that to a twelve year old boy. Much less a twelve year old boy who loved the water and was home alone.
Anyway to shorten the story of course I went swimming and was still in the pool when I heard my father's car drive up. Swimming to the edge and jumping out as quickly as I could I made a mad dash for my room. Unfortunately that meant going thru the living room where I ran into my dad.
I can still remember, clearly, how quickly his expression darkened. "Have you been in the pool?"..."You were in that pool. Weren't you!?" And before I could even start to answer, much less plead my case, he had grabbed me by the arm and was leading me over to a chair.
Sitting down he told me to pull that swimming suit off. I was stunned. My father rarely spanked and had never spanked me on the bare bottom before. Ever. Mortified almost beyond words, after all my younger brother and sister were right there in the room with us, I madly tried to talk my way out of this. But to no avail. Before I could even take another breath to continue pleading my case he had picked me up and thrown me over his knee. And all of my yelling and screaming did not faze him one bit. Down came that suit.
I don't think it's really necessary for me to tell any of you how much a bare bottom spanking can hurt. Especially one from your dad, and he's really mad. But one thing I can tell you for sure; it stings even worse if your bottom is already wet. OW!
After a very long, hard spanking, and a even longer time over his lap crying, I was finally helped to my feet where my tears started again.
My dad made me take off that swimming suit like he had told me to, to begin with, leaving my twelve year old private parts and my first pubic hairs on display for all to see before marching me back thru the house to the laundry room and throwing my still wet suit into the hamper while saying it was going to be a long time before I needed it again.
And I know I'll never forget my humiliation, or the looks on my brother's and sister's face as once again I had to parade past them, naked and crying, on the way to my room.
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