Four of us guys had just been suspended and sent home with our parents for spiking our chemistry teacher's drink as a joke. Following a rather challenging meeting with our assistant principal I had realized how stupid and juvenile we had been. We had all been taught better at home and at church than to be so uncaring and deviant. Now we would pay the price and we new it would be long and painful. How I was going to get along without my car for a while was a mystery to me. Finding time for community service was a mystery. How my mother could agree to a paddling at home was not a real mystery.
Mom had not said a word since we arrived home that eventful day. I knew that she was waiting for Dad to get home to take of the promised paddling. It seemed the right thing to do since he could probably cause a lot more harm. We ate dinner in silence and I proceeded to get ready for church since I had several people to pick up. I told Mother that I would come immediately after church and that I appreciated her allowing me to drive for church functions. At least I'd get to drive my car a few times a week. I was okay with that. I put the thought of my upcoming paddling out of my mind and went about the business of my carpool chores and the evening's activities at church.
Upon my arrival at home I was pleased to see that Dad had not gotten home from work. He often had to work late and sometimes arrived after I had gone to bed. I quickly finished my algebra homework and decided to take a quick shower so that I could sleep an extra 15 minutes in the morning. It looked like I might escape without a paddling tonight. However, I learned quickly that that was not going to be the case. About the time I had finished with my shower I noticed that I was not alone in the bathroom. There was Dad. I shoved the shower door slightly and saw Dad with a serious frown on his face and a big leather belt in his hand. This was not good. "Hi Dad," I said, "I'll be out in a few." "You can come out now," he said with a continued frown. So, I reached around, grabbed the towel, dried off, wrapped the towel around my waste, and stepped out of the shower. Dad and I were looking eye to eye and I was starting to feel sick. Finally, he asked if there was anything we needed to discuss and I immediately said "no" and told him that I was truly sorry for what had happened. He indicated that he understood and then the words I had not thought would come actually did. "You're fixing to get the whipping of your life for that liitle stunt, Lee, and I think you know that," he said. "Yes sir, let me get some clothes on Dad and we can get this done because I know that I deserve it," I said in hopes that he would let me out of the bathroom and be gentle since I was being so agreeable. I was beginning to feel like leaving the bathroom would not be possible and I certainly didn't want that belt in his hand applied to my bare legs. Surely he'll let me put on some clothes first, I thought. Wrong again.
Dad was a rather direct human being and I was not about to argue with him, until now. When he said "you can just hang that towel back up, grab that toilet, and we can take care of this matter right here" I suddenly had that sick feeling that I was getting two punishments, pain and embarrassment. "But Dad," I angrily protested, "I need to at least put on some underwear for this." "Either you hang that towel there or I will and the longer you take the worse it's going to be," he said as I just stared in disbelief. My friend Matt had gotten his bare butt spanked and I had seen with my own eyes the harm that it had brought to his cheeks. I never had thought that the same fate could befall me; now it was. Dad then repeated his demand and I just stared in disbelief for a second before I said "okay" and turned around to face the commode. I quickly slipped the towel off to the floor and put my hands on each side of the toilet extremely embarrassed. "Bend over some more," Dad said and I stuck my butt out a little to comply. Three quick swats from that leather belt sent my hands to my backside and my mouth muttering words usually used when someone is astonished about something. It was over, I hoped. "Bend over and don't do that again," Dad said as he swung the belt five or six more times. Now it was becoming unbearable. He continued to swing and I held on and moaned with each strike. After about 12 strikes I could take it no longer and again reached back and grabbed my butt. Only this time Dad hit my hands and I instinctively turned around to face my attacker while screaming "Ouch." "Now I know that you don't want me to hit this side of your anatomy," Dad said as he took a quick look at my hanging penis surrounded by brown pubic hair. "I'd strongly suggest you turn your ass around and take some more licks real quick like," he said as I complied. Five more swats and I was crying and apologizing and the whipping was over. He had succeeded in getting me to cry, he had now seen my mature body completely naked, and he had embarrassed me like never before. My butt was on fire, so it felt. Dad told me to turn around and I did, slowly. Then he said, "if you so much as get sent out in the hall for the rest of this school year you will get another one of these twice as bad. And, while we're here and I haven't addressed this before, if that penis there ever makes the mistake of doing something that could cause a girl to get pregnant or cause you to get a disease, then this little event today will seem like a hand slap. You got that? Same thing if you ever back-talk your mother or me or a teacher. You got that? Okay then, it's been nice to have this little talk, I do love you, and I'm sure those stripes on your backside will be gone by tomorrow." I wiped the tears from my eyes and watched Dad leave, knowing that this incident would never be mentioned again and that I never wanted to experience this pain and agony again.