I was up early this particular Sunday morning to prepare for Sunday School and Church when I suddenly remembered that I had only had 3 hours of sleep because of my not getting home until 4am. I knew that if either of my parents had heard my early-morning arrival then I would be punished severely for sure. They had threatened me several times and I generally complied for a while each time. A 3-week grounding and a loss of allowance another week helped me remember for a while. Even the 5 licks with a board that Dad had given me a year ago kept me straight for a month. It was difficult for me to get away from friends and parties at an early hour but I did make an effort each time following one of the punishments.
As I stood at the sink shaving, wrapped only in a thin towel, I was thinking how I probably had gotten away with my worse curfew-breaking of all time. Then, almost miraculously, my mother appeared in the bathroom. She had just walked in from the other side without so much as a knock. It didn't seem to bother her that I was standing there half naked and could have very well been totally naked if I hadn't thought to wrap the towel around me for a change this particular morning. Apparently her only motive at this time was to get to me and strongly voice her dissatisfaction with my early-morning arrival. It did not take but a few seconds for her to start her verbal attack as I wiped the remaining shaving cream from my face and prepared to face my attacker. The words came harshly and I could tell that I was going to lose this battle today.
After a few minutes of verbal rebuke I told my mother that I did the best that I could and then started to leave the bathroom. That was a mistake. She then reminded me that the only discipline that seemed to work with me was corporal punishment and that I was going to be spanked like a child for my actions. That brought a mighty sick feeling and I knew I was in for a rough time. Before I even had the chance to leave or respond mother had grabbed a belt that was hanging in the bathroom and then instructed me to turn around and to put my hands atop the counter. My protests started, my stomach grew knots, and my mother just got closer to my face and repeated the instructions louder. I was doomed. But what about the towel? I knew that it would be in the way of any type of belt strapping, but I froze at the thought of dropping it. Not only would my mother see my bare behind but my bare front side would be easily visible in the bathroom mirror that I was facing. I was frozen and sick when I put my hands on the counter and then saw her grab the towel and begin to pull it off. Instantly I grabbed the towel and screamed "No" in a fierce, firm manner that only made matters worse. "Put your hands on that counter and turn around Jason," she said as I began to shed tears and hold on to the towel with all my might. "This is not right," I said as she began to physically turn me around and repeat her instructions. I was doomed. I was scared. I cried. I pleaded. Finally, I did as she instructed. Hands on counter. Off the towel came. Nude I was. The belt began to immediately strike my bare butt and legs and I jumped around with each strike. It hurt bad. I was crying and the pain was becoming unbearable. I could see my penis in the mirror bouncing around and winced at the thought of her seeing the same thing. She had never seen my penis since I had gone through puberty and now had a big bush of black pubic hair. It appeared she was spending all of her time on my butt and legs, both of which were covered with black hair as well. The licks kept on coming and I kept on crying and bouncing around. Finally, after several minutes and many strikes from the belt, I put my hands on my hairy, stinging bottom and told her that I had had enough to please stop. She complied. "This won't be the last time this ! happens if you don't straighten up young man," she said as she left the room shutting the door behind her. While rubbing my butt and crying I re-entered the shower and tried to cool off the pain and stinging that I was experiencing. The pain of embarrassment was the worse and I couldn't get rid of that no matter how long I stood in the cool water. So, I got out of the shower only to be greeted by my Dad who wanted to see the damage caused by Mom. "Let me see" he stated as if I had no choice but the expose myself to him. He looked over my butt and legs, grunted a little, and left the bathroom. How much more embarrassment could I endure today? Only time would tell. I knew I had to be more obedient and I would certainly work at it. It sure was a coincidence that the sermon at church this day was on "Obedience."