Right after I heard the truck go up the street, my dad entered my room, hastily pulled down my covers and delivered a smack to my underwear covered butt. I was disoriented and confused, as it was a summer morning (no school) around nine o'clock. But that smack in the ass refreshed my memory as to what I forgot to do.
One of the main chores assigned to me for as long as I can remember was collecting the garbage from the house, putting it in the tins and taking the them out to the curb. My dad said I would probably end up doing this job until I had a boy of my own to pass it off to (and he was right). Though I preferred my job to my younger brother's, unloading the dishwasher after use, I didn't like the way I had to get up so early especially in the summer when I liked to sleep in. Of course my dad thought it was outright lazieness if a thirteen year old couldn't rouse to put the garbage out once a week.
This particular day was the peak of my laziness. It so happened that I had slept in and missed last week, and there were two weeks worth of garbage waiting to be taken out. Dad had no patience at the best of times, but today was probably the worst I have seen him.
As I crawled out of bed, I looked for some pants to pull on. The further delays angered my dad. "The truck is already at the top of the street. You get your butt out there and make it fast," he yelled.
"But I can't just go out there in my underwear!" I exclaimed.
"That's exactly what you're going to do." He replied, one hand pulling me toward him and the other giving me a few more spanks. "If you don't want to get a licking, you'll get that garbage out."
That got my attention because in his terms "a licking" was a very painful and long spanking that I avoided at all costs. I walked into the kitchen, shivering because of both fear and the cold of standing there in my Hanes briefs.
My mom walked towards me with a few grocery bags in hand. She must have heard the commotion and decided to help me out by collecting the interior garbage. She gave it to me shaking her head, dissappointed in me.
I grabbed the extra bags and booted it down to the garage where the garbage tins were. It smelled kinda funny but then again garbage did. When I opened it up, there were thousands of bugs, each as white as the underwear covering my nakedness. Maggots!
I ran upstairs again because I had no idea what to do. In hindsight it was a waste of time because I just earned another half dozen spanks from my dad, and they really hurt this time. "It's because you forgot it last week. Get it out there bugs and all because the truck is halfway down the street," He said.
I returned to the garage, put the lid on the first tin and began carrying it down to the curb. I couldn't believe I was doing this just in my underwear. The embarassment would last for weeks if one of the neighbours saw me.
The garbage tin was so heavy and I had to take it slowly. My dad, watching from the window, thought it was more stalling so he came right down to the garage. That put the pressure on me to get moving as I broke into a slow jog coming to get the second tin.
"Lets move!" he said, as I picked up the second tin. He followed me down the drive way. I set the tin down just in time, as I noticed the truck just a few houses up. My dad raised his wicked backhand to me once more and as I stood there waiting for the smack, it never came. As I looked behind me he put his hand down. I wanted to make a b-line back to the house in order to get my pants on but I was puzzeled by my dad's aborted spanking. "It looks like you got it out just in time," he said motioning for me to come up to the house.
I was happy when we entered the privacy of our garage and was pleased to have this traumatic situation come to an end. Or so I thought.
"You know your mom and I pretty much had to do your job for you today. You let us down for the second week in a row and I think you deserve a good licking" he explained.
Without giving me much time to think, he sat down on a bench and turned me over his knees. I felt fingers sliding into the sides of the waistband of my briefs and they were slid down. The spanks fell and I began to cry. Even at thirteen, dad could still make spankings hurt a lot. He proceeded to give me about 25 real hard licks with some lecturing inserted between. I cried after about the first six licks.
Though for a "licking" it wasn't as bad as I've had before. Dad wen't a bit easier on my bare bum that day, I don't know if it was because I came through at the last minute or because he had already punished me that morning. When he was finished I got up and pulled my Hanes up. I went to my room and put my pants on. I really hoped no one saw me out there in my underwear. But at least it was now over.