I will tell you up front that if I were reading this I am not sure that I would believe it BUT it is the truth and it happened to me. I am 36 years old today but I was 20 to 22 years old when this took place.
I grew up in a family that consisted of my father and my older brother. We grew up in a little Florida East Coast town and my father believed in old-fashioned discipline. He always said "His house, His Rules". As we approached the college years, both my brother and I excelled at athletics and got scholarships to the same college. We both had to get jobs to provide additional money but for the most part, we had a free ride. My father said that since we were doing things on our own then he considered us on our own and did not have abide by his rules while we were away at college. To a 19 year old, that was like putting a kid in a candy shop. I immediately signed up for every credit card that came my way and spent money like crazy. When the end of my first year ended, my grades were OK but not stellar. However they were good enough to keep my scholarship so it was onto the second year.
It was four weeks into the second year and I decided that I needed to work more to pay the bills I had amassed over the last year. One thing lead to another and before you knew it, I was missing all my classes. I finally withdrew from my classes and it was about a week later that I got a letter stating I needed to pay back the money for the second year as I had withdrawn from the classes. I had no chose but to call my father and beg!
My father listened patiently to the whole story and then asked me what I wanted to do. I told him that I wanted to move back home, as I had no place to go. He agreed and also agreed to pay back all the debt I owed but I would have to come home, enroll in a local college, get a part time job and live under his roof with his rules. I had no chose, so I agreed and moved back.
My first morning back, my father met me at the kitchen table with a list of rules and we discussed how things would work. I would be treated like I was in high school again. I would have chores, show him my homework, have curfews, ask permission to do things and in general, follow the rules he said. In return he would repay all my debts. I agreed thinking that I was too old for this to last too long and then I would be free and clear.
Things went along very well the first month. I got a job and was attending classes. The chores were not too bad and I got used to them pretty quickly and thought I was getting the easy way out! I asked permission for everything and was always told OK. One Thursday afternoon a buddy called and said everyone was going to a beach house for a long weekend and I should come along. I hesitated, as I knew that I should ask my Dad first because of Friday classes but then I decided to agree. I left a note explaining where I would be and the phone number.
We were having a great time at the beach house and I was just starting to relax as I thought maybe my father was OK with me coming and skipping class. That was when the phone rang. It was my Dad, he was very pleasant on the phone but stated that I had violated the agreement that I had made with him and when I came home I was going to be punished in a manner that I would remember as a kid. I asked him what he meant and he just said to have a good time and he would see me Sunday afternoon.
When Sunday afternoon arrived, I was not anxious to go home. I could not imagine that my Dad would spank me at my age as he had not spanked me since I was 17 but grounding was not something that he believed in when we were kids. As I entered the house, my Dad was in the kitchen. He simply said "Let's take care of business now in the garage." So I went to the garage thinking that he was just going to lecture me. He came out and sat down on the old wooden bench that he used to put us on when we were in trouble. He began to lecture me and explain that I was going to get a spanking for going away this weekend because that is what would have happened to me at 17 if I had done something that stupid. He also explained I was going to get a spanking because I did not ask permission to go anywhere as I did when I was living with him. I was always supposed to ask permission.
He then told me to strip to my briefs. At this point I protested saying that I was too old to spank and that I had not been spanked since I was 17. He then reminded me that I was living under his roof with his set of rules that I agreed to. He then asked if I was going to take off my clothes or should he. At that point I knew that he was serious. I removed my clothes and sheepishly stood before him in just my briefs. He then told me that I was going to be spanked with his belt and it would be over the workbench. I turned around and grabbed the edge of the bench waiting. Then he took my briefs and snatched them to my ankles, Man was I embarrassed. My father had not seen me in this position since I was a teenager and I was a full grown man.
I still did not think that he would actually hit me but the first swat with his belt changed my mind. After the Fifth swat I was howling and crying just like a little kid. He spanked me until I could not take it anymore and he knew I understood. He then stood me up and told me to compose myself. He then informed me that I would be punished like this more often if I did not straighten up. I assured him I would. As he was leaving, he reminded me as a kid that I had to stay bare bottom the rest of the evening after a spanking and it would be the same again tonight. I would eat with him in the dinning room in only my tshirt.
There were other spankings that followed until I got my degree and moved out but I am thankful for all of them and am glad he did it now. Today, I discipline both of my boys the same way and would spank them in the same manner if they needed it in there early adult years.