I had been able to getting in trouble with Bob for a long time and had avoided using any of his stuff which seemed to make him so mad. Then he had to go on business trip for a few days and I was left alone. One day I decided to use his car because it was a lot more fun to drive than mine. Unfortunately, while I had it parked in a parking lot, somebody smashed into the rear fender and crumbled it pretty good. I was scared. I knew Bob was going to do something to my butt and it was not going to be a friendly pat.
The time came to to pick him up at the airport. I had to take his car because mine was only a two seater and had no room for his stuff. As soon as I picked him up he noticed the rear crash and his face got really red.
"How did that happen? Did that just happen, Tim", he asked.
I probably should have lied but I figured it would be worse.
"No, I took it yesterday and somebody smashed it in the lot"
He didn't say anything for a full minute or two. I was wondering what he was going to say.
"Timothy, you are really going to get it when we get home. I have told you and told you not to use my things without permission. You know that. You are going to have trouble sitting down for a long time. Now let's get home and take care of business!"
I thought of trying to talk Bob out of it on the way home but I knew better. He would just get madder. I was wondering if he was going to use one of his belts or the paddle or, hopefully, his pancake turner which hurt the least. We finally got home and went into our apartment. Bob was still dressed in his suit from his business trip and he took off his suit coat as soon we got into the living room. I didn't have to wonder long how he was going to do it because he started unbuckling his black dress belt and slipping it off. He quickly doubled it up.
"OKay, Tim, drop trou and get over the arm of the couch. Be quick!"
"It was just a misake, Bobby, I'm sorry. Give me another chance," I pleaded. Bob just pointed at the arm of the couch with his doubled up belt.
I dropped my pants and laid over the arm. Bob immediately laid into me giving me one hard lick after another. As usual, I was yelling "Please stop, Bob...please" but it did no good. He gave me about 20 hard swats across my briefs and then slipped his belt back on. I actually was a little surprised he stopped because I was expecting more for such a big mistake. Bob went into his room and took his suit off, changing into jeans and a shirt. Then he suggested we go out and get a beer. That sounded like fun and I was glad he was no longer too mad. While we were out, Bob didn't make any mention of the spanking he had just given me or anything that might happen next.
When we got back, Bob went into the kitchen and came back with the paddle he had purchased some months before. It was one of those large oval things used for a type of paddle ball. He popped it on his thigh and told me to get into his bedroom. I followed him in and he sat on the bed and told me to take my pants down again. Once I had pulled them down, Bob told me to climb over his lap. He adjusted me to where my butt was just over his right thigh. Then he gave me what he had promised earlier. He reached down and pulled my briefs to below my butt.
"I told you if you used my stuff again I would paddle your bare butt, and I always keep my promise, Timothy"
WHACK. Bob began paddling my bare butt as hard as he could After only about six swats I was trying to get up but he help me down and paddled away. I was pleading "Please, Bobby, no more. I'm sorry" But Bob said nothing except with his paddle. After fifteen more hard swats I was crying and still begging. I kicked my legs just like a little boy but couldn't help it. It hurt too much. Bob then told me to be quiet or he would get his belt out again. The swats stopped for a minute and I thought maybe its over. I just laid there over Bob's knees, whimpering.
"Are you ever going to touch my stuff again without permission, Timothy?" He asked angrily.
I shook my head. Bob gave me a hard swat.
"Answer me or I'll start over."
"No, no I won't. I'm sorry."
"You do it again and this will just be the warm up" Bob said, and gave me five more really hard licks and let me up. He told me to go into my room and stay there the rest of the night. I did and it was a long time before I ever made him mad again.