When I was finishing college, I had a friend named Ron who was having some trouble with his wife, so he asked if he could move into my apartment. Since I had an extra bedroom and a room mate had just moved out, I thought it would be fine. We had been pretty close friends and I knew Ron and his wife and two young sons well.
We got along really well but it wasn't too long before Ron took charge and started telling me what to do and when to do it. He was start to act like he was the father and I was the son. It wasn't too hard because I was really immature, and he, having done well so far with his sons, at least, knew how to bring up unruly boys. I had been at his house when he whipped his sons for the slightest disrespect or disobedience so I knew he didn't mess around. Ron was from the South, and was an old fashioned father.
One night we were at our regular bar playing pool in a contest and I was being a really poor sport. I kept acting really childish when I would miss a short and making t sort of miserable for the other guys. When we were standing at the bar, Ron lit up a cigarette, leaned over and told me that if I didn't knock it off, he was going to whip my ass when we got home. I thought he was joking so I ignored it and kept it up.
Later, we got in the car to go home, Ron turned to me and said, "You are going to get your ass whipped good when we get home." I just sort of chuckled and we didn't say anything else. As soon as we got in the apartment, Ron and I sat down in the living room and Ron lit up another cigarette. "Do you know what's going to happen to you now, son?" he asked. I shook my head. Ron smiled at me, still smoking his cigarette, and slowly unbuckled his belt and pulled it off, doubling it up. "Does this give you a clue?" I couldn't believe that he was serious about taking his belt to me. "Get over here and listen to me, son." I came a little closer, still pretty apprehensive.
"Now when I tell you to do something, I expect you to do right then, do you understand?" Ron asked, the belt stretched between his two hands. I didn't say anything. "You better answer or its going to be really bad for you. Do you understand me?" I was staring at his belt. It was a pretty heavy brown belt and looked like it would really hurt.
"Yes, Ron, I understand".
Ron smiled. "Okay, now we're going to go in the bedroom and I am going to whip you for mouthing off in the bar. Are you sorry you talked back to me?"
I nodded my head.
"Don't you think you got a whipping coming for talking back?"
I didn't know what to say but sort of figured I was going to get it one way or the other, so I nodded.
"Well, tell me that you deserve it, boy". Ron waited.
I didn't say anything so Ron stood up.
"Let's get in the bedroom and get the whipping over. I am going to make you wish you had asked" Ron stood up, belt by his side. I followed Ron into his bedroom. He stood next to his bed and looked at me pretty severely.
Ron told me to take my pants down and bend over his bed. I slowly lowered my cords and laid face down across Ron's bed in just my briefs. "You better learn to listen to me, boy" Then he took his belt and delivered a really hard swat across my butt. I was stunned how much it hurt. I started to get up but Ron ordered me to stay in place. He then followed it up with a quick series of hard slashes. KERRACK! WHACK! I started to groan a bit but Ron kept licking away. WHACK! WHACK! When he stopped for a second, I started to get up. "Stay there" he said. "We're just getting started. When I tell you to do something, I don't want any more back talk. Understand?"
I said I did and Ron responded with a half dozen hard swats. Ron told me to get up and I stood up, rubbing my rear end good. "Now I am going to leave for a few minutes and when I come back, I want you to act like I am the dad and you deserve a whipping. If you don't we'll just start this over until you get it right."
He must have been gone for ten minutes. I stood there by Ron's bed in my jockey shorts, really worried about his return. Finally, he came back, belt in hand.
"What do you have to say for yourself?"
I decided to tell him what I guessed he wanted. "I was bad and deserve a whipping."
Ron smiled a bit. "Remember who you're talking to. Who are you asking for your whipping, SON?"
"I deserve a whipping from you, Dad."
"Good. From now on when I take the belt off, I want you to call me 'dad, 'pa', or 'daddy' If you don't, its an extra whipping. Understand, son?"
"Yes, dad" I said, looking down.
"Okay, son, get back over the bed and let me introduce you to your dad's belt." I knelt down and bent over the edge of the bed, and didn't have to wait long for the first stroke. WHACK! Ron really laid into me after that, and I was yelping pretty good, begging him to stop. "Please, dad, stop...." But he didn't stop, until he had given me almost thirty hard strokes. He covered my butt good, from top to bottom, and it was sorer than I ever remember it being before.
Finally, Ron stopped and told me I could get up.
"Okay, son, I want you to listen. If you don't do what your told, or you talk back, anytime at all, you're going to get your ass whipped, even harder than this. Do you understand?"
I stood up, rubbing my but, but leaving my pants at my ankles. "Yes, dad, I do."
Ron slipped his belt back on his jeans and I went off to bed. That was not the last time I called him "dad" or got his belt. And he kept his promise. If I talked back or didn't do what he said, he laid the leather to me real quick, whether someone else was there or not. Once he even borrowed someone else's belt to lick me, but that's another story.