It was 2 weeks after my 18th birthday. It had been a hot summer day and I was already in a bad mood when I arrived home. Then my mom started to bitch at me about the trash I had not emptied. From here things just got worse quickly until we where in a huge fight. Just as I called her a bitch my dad walked in the back door.
Now let me tell you about my dad. He is a no nonsense kind of guy. 6' 4" 250 lbs of muscle. And I was 5' 9" 165 lbs with the developing body of a 18 year old. He had lots of muscle and plenty of paractice setting fire to my bare bubble butt. Today proved to be no exception.
It had been nearly 9 months since I had felt the bite of his wide leather work belt on my poor butt. I had let myself think it would never happen again. But knowing my dad the way I did as soon as I seen him standing there I knew my ass was toast.
He very calmly told me to get in my room and strip totally. He then said very softly that he would be in shortly to give me the hardest and most severe ass beating he had ever given me. Now that alone was enough to scare me into tears. In the years since my 16 birthday when he told me that from now on all spankings would be delivered to me at full force since that he thought I was now old enough to take my punishment like a man, he had given me some real butt burners.
He left me in there for about 15 minutes to think it through and consider my fate. Then he walked into my room with the dreaded leather work belt. This is a genuine workbelt nice and wide with the leather all soft from years of wear. It had been used on my bare ass before and I was fully aware of the damage it could do to my teenage bubble butt.
After he came in he again very calmly ask me what I was thinking when I said that to my mom. He ask me if I felt I deserved the belt. And then ask me if there was any reason he should show me mercy.
Knowing that any argument from me would only get me into deeper _s_h_i_t_. I told him that I had not been thinking and that he was right I deserved the belt and could think of no reason why he should not beat me. I was feeling the same fear all boys feel when they are about to get a good ass beating. But I realized that I was feeling something else also, I was actually looking forward to this and hoping my old man would do the job very well. I remember wandering how long it would take the marks to go away. I was certain that I would have plenty of marks.
Well the only reply he had to me was to get up on the bed spread eagle and not to move. He then told me "This is a promise boy I am going to beat your ass until you think you are going to die. And if you move it will be worse."
My dad is a man of his word. He put the first stroke of the belt right across the center of my ass at full force. He then proceeded to cover my ass from the tiop of my crack to just below where the legs and ass meet. He gave me about 50 full force licks. My ass was a total wreck. I was crying my eyes out by then.
He then did something he had never done before. He took a break and told me to get myself calmed down he would be back in a few minutes but for me not to move.
When he came back in he sat on the side of the bed and turned my face to him. He then talked in a very smooth voice. He told me he knew my ass was on fire but he wanted to ask me a question. He said think about this carefully before you answer. I know you have had a lot but I am going to leave it up to you if you think it is enough. He said I personally think you should get some more but since you are 19 I want you to make the decision. He recommended I ask for another 30 and promised me he would find the strength to make them even harder. He also said I will be disappointed if you say know but I will understand.
Wow what a decision. He gave me 5 minutes to make up my mind.
The whole time he left me alone again I was thinking no way in hell I am going to take more. Then when he step back in and ask me what my decision was I simply said I think you are right.
The next 30 where the hardest licks I have ever gotten in my life all 30 of them. My ass was raw hambuger when he was done. It took over a week for the marks to go away.