I dont think he was drunk.
I ran upstairs and saw a pair of my old play shorts, a teeshirt and some short socks on my bed. Ray must have been going thru my closet to have found these old clothes and I resented that. Only dad had been in my closet until then and I did not think Ray should be messing in my private places. The shorts were tight as I had really outgrown them. I knew why he had chosen them. Anyway I pulled them on and even though they were not comfortable I did not want any trouble so I made my way back down the stiars. I was hungry now and in search of food. The swim coach had been real tough that afternoon.
Dad always let me watch tv for a while before I do my chores or homework.
''Go and fetch me another beer'' Ray ordered, as if I was his personal servant.
''Then go and fetch me the spanking paddle'' he added. I thought quickly about my options, I could run. I could refuse to keep accepting Rays orders, but he would tell Dad and that would upset Dad at a time when he needed rest and no worries.
I did not want to be the reason why Dad did not get better in hospital. Anyway I would only end up getting a harder spanking from Ray and I diddn't want that either.
I got Ray his beer, it was the last one in the freezer and went to my room, slowly, to fetch the paddle. I was sure that I felt my butt twitch as I handed Ray the paddle. Ray just put it on the table next to his beer.
''Now go do your homework son'' Ray said. I hate it when he calls me 'son'. I protested that I was allowed to watch TV for a while. Ray picked up the paddle and struggled to his feet. I ran into the dining room, collecting my school bag on the way and sat down to work. I heard Ray fall back into his chair.
After a short while I heard ray walking into the dining room. He stood behind me but I ignored him and continued with my math. I could smell the beer on his breath.
Ray grabbed me by the arm and I cried out ''stop it , you're hurting my arm''.
Slurring his words Ray laughed at me ''I'm gonna be hurting another part of you soon, you little brat....now come with me''. With that I was dragged back into the living room, protesting loudly that I was ''being a good boy'' I knew he liked me saying that...and adding ''I will do what you tell me to Ray''.
I struggled with Ray but he was too big and soon I was back over his knee and my legs were clamped by his right knee. I knew it was useless to struggle so I began to cry. I thought that he might not hit me but he just pulled the waistband of my shorts up my back like he always did when I was not bare. I felt a pain in between my legs where the sorts were digging into my skin.
I cried out but Ray just pulled harder on my shorts.
Ray did not bother to rub my butt like he does when I am bare. I just felt the sting of that paddle as it landed on my butt.