I grew up in small south Texas town during mid 70's, and like many of my friends we got into a fair amount of trouble. As a teenager I recieved various whipping and strapping but nothing was worse than the beating I got with a willow switch when I was 16. My dad had had recently bought me a car and I made a stupid mistake and got pulled over while drinking with a buddy on a Friday night. Unfortunately or fortunately because it kept me out of jail, the deputy took me home instead of to jail. Needles to say I was dreading facing my father. My dad just told me to go to bed while he went with the deputy to get my car.
Early Saturday morning my dad came into my room and to to get up and come with him. I started to put on my pant but but dad took me by the arm and pulled me into the garage in my underwear. All he said was, clean up your car (beer cans). He went out into the back yard as I cleaned the beer cans out the car. After a few minutes he walked back in and told me to get up. It was then that I saw that he was carrying a switch that he had cut from a willow tree in the backyard. After a short lecture about how stupid I had, he said that he was going make sure it never happened again.
With no chance to protest, he pushed me over the the hood of my car and said he was going make sure I never forgot the next few minute. With no warning he raised the switch over head and landed it square in the middle of brief covered ass. The stinging pain almost took my breath. I didn't have time brace myself for the next few licks and I fell to my knees after six licks. I was trying my best not to cry as he grabbed and put back over the hood. After 12 licks I was sobbing like a little boy. All of a sudden he stopped and pulled my briefs down to my knees like he was going to give me some bareass but I guess he didn't like what he saw because he gave me four on the backs of my legs instead. He then dropped the switch at my feet and walked into the house.
All I could do after the 16 licks was to drop onto cool cememt floor and cry. After about ten minutes my dad came back out helped me get up and told me to go to my room. After laying on my bed and sobbing for while I reached back check for damage and almost panicked when my hand came away with some blood on it. I went to the bathroom and saw that I had a couple of small cuts where some of the last few lick on my ass had crisscrossed. I took a cold shower and went back to my room where my dad was waiting for me. He looked at my ass a told me to lay down while went and got some antiseptic. After he took care of my licks he brought me an ice pack to put on my ass. I spent most of the weekend laying in bed and still had trouble sitting when I went to school on Monday. It was then that I ran into my drinking buddy and found out that he had a serious strapping from his dad. ALthough I was pissed at my dad for days, I guess I realized that I deserved it for being so stupid. I never did drink in my car again.