The year was 1972, And I was 16 years old. Id just had my drivers license for 3 weeks, And my uncle Peter (who was my mothers brother, And just 6 years older than me) had asked me if I wanted to go to a party, And I said "sure" . The party was out of town, So we took my dads car (without permission). At the party, We were drinking, Which was a stupid thing for me to do, Because not only was I underage, But I had forgotten what my dad had said about the dangers of drinking and driving. Anyway, We met a couple of girls and we left the party about 11:30pm, And they left with us. My uncle knew of a secluded place about 10 miles away, And we were going to go there and "make out" with the girls. I was a virgin, So I was really excited about it. We got there, And I was nervous because I didnt know what I was doing. We all stripped off our clothes, And my date (who was 18 and NOT a virgin) had to tell me what to do. My uncle thought this was a big joke. Anyway, I got the hang of it pretty quick. After about 3 hours of _s_e_x_ under the stars, It was 3am. And we decided to go home.
I had sobered up somewhat, But not much. We were driving along a dark country road when out of nowhere, I saw the flashing lights of a Police car in the mirror. I pulled over and the officer walked up to the car. As soon as he looked at me, He knew I had been drinking. He asked me to step out of the car, And when I did I fell. He picked me up and said, "How old are you son?" I said I was 16. He asked Peter his age, And he said he was 22. The girls said they were 18 and 20. He said he was charging me with drinking underage and impaired driving, And my uncle and the two girls were being charged with contributing to the delinquency of a minor. He read us our rights, And I started to cry. He said, "Whats the matter with you son?" I told him my dad would KILL me. He said I SHOULD be punished for doing such a stupid thing. I told him, If he knew my dad and what he could do with a strap, Hed know how I felt.
Anyway, He called a tow truck to pick up the car, And took us to the station. When the Sergeant found out we had picked up the girls at the party, And they had nothing to do with me drinking, He let them go. They put my uncle and I in a cell together, And called my father. It was 5am. By this time. We had to be in court at 9am. They brought our breakfast, But I was too upset to eat. I said, "Uncle Peter Please help me, You know what my dads like. I wont be able to sit down for a week". Peter, Who had been on the receiving end of dads strap a couple of times himself said, "How can I help you? I might get it too". But he didnt seem as worried as me. I guess because he was 22, And he thought he should be brave. I thought to my self, Ok you act brave, But if you get the strap along with me, Youll bawl like a 10yo. Just like me.
When we got into court, It was full of spectators, (Including my mom, dad, sister, and two brothers), And people with cases pending. Our case was the first up, And we both pleaded guilty. My dad got up, And said to the Judge. "This is my sons first offense your honour". The Judge said, "Ok, I wont sentence him to jail, But he needs a lesson". Then he sentenced to 3 years probation for drinking underage, I was to lose my license for 6 months and 20 hours of community service for impaired driving. I thought, Thats not so bad. Sure, I couldnt drive for 6 months, But my dad seemed calm when I talked to him before court, And he didnt even mention a strapping. I started to relax, Then the Judge dropped the bombshell! "Also, So you remember NEVER to drink and drive again young man, You are to receive 10 lashes on the bare buttocks, Administered by my bailiff with his belt in my chambers immediately following these proceedings. (In those days, Anyone 16 or over could be sentenced to lashes by a court). My heart dropped, And I started to cry again. The Judge said, "You may sit down, And I hope you enjoy it. You wont be doing much sitting in a little while". Then, He told my uncle to rise, And said. "For contributing to the delinquency of a minor, I sentence you to 30 days in jail to be served on weekends, 3 years probation, And you will receive 15 lashes on the bare buttocks, Administered by my bailiff with his belt in my chambers immediately following these proceedings. Hearing this, My mom and sister started to cry quietly. It was bad enough when my dad strapped us, But they didnt want strangers giving me the belt. The Judge asked dad if he agreed with the sentence, And he said, "Yes your honour, I sure do", And I think they will be getting another one from me when we get home. My uncle just glared at dad. He didnt like my dad very much, And now he disliked him even more. My dad didnt like HIM because he did drugs, And he thought Peter was a bad influence on me and my brothers.
With that, The Judge said, "This case is adjourned". Then he asked the bailiff to escort us into his chambers, And he asked the court reporter (who happened to be a woman) to go along as a witness. I saw my family leave the court. In the Judges cambers, There was an "A" Frame much like the caning apparatus the they used in Singapore. He said my uncle would be first. Then he said, "Step up to the frame, And drop your pants and underwear to the floor". Peters face went red. Then he said, "Dont worry the lady is not going to see your "family jewels". Shes only going to see your bum. And shes seen plenty of them". Then, Peter dropped his pants, And bent over the middle bar on the frame. Then the bailiff tied his hands straight out in front of him. Then he secured his ankles to the bottom legs. We waited for the doctor to come from the jail. He had to be present at lashings to monitor the heartbeat of the person being punished, And only HE could stop the punishment.
He finally arrived, And put on his stethoscope. Then he stood on the right in front on my uncle, And put the stethoscope on his arm to check his pulse. Everything was ready. The doctor nodded for the bailiff to begin. The bailiff took off his belt (it was a least 3" wide and ¼" thick. It looked wicked). When I saw it, My bum clenched in the anticipation and fear of knowing I was next. The bailiff touched the belt to my uncles ass to gauge the distance, And I saw Peters ass cheeks clench. He drew his arm back, And brought the belt down full force across both his cheeks. Peter just let out a grunt. I guess he was determined to be brave and not scream or cry. Number two came crashing down. STILL no sound from him. But by number 5, Peter was screaming and crying and begging like a 10 year old. The bailiff kept the blows coming, There was no mercy. By number 10, Peter was screaming that he could take anymore, And his butt was a deep shade of crimson, With wide purple welts across both cheeks. (I was sure that everyone in the courtroom could hear everything). When the bailiff had given him stroke number 15, He untied Peter. Peters hands immediately flew to his well punished bum, And he was dancing from foot to foot. Tears were rolling down his cheeks, And snot was running out of his nose, And His _c_o_c_k_ was bouncing up and down, And the woman could see it. But at this point, He didnt care WHO saw it. He was in too much pain. He didnt even bother to pull up his pants, He just shuffled over to the corner where I was standing and continued to cry his eyes out. The doctor went over and applied ointment to his well beaten bum.
Then, The bailiff motioned for me to come over, But I just stood there shaking. My face full of fear. (It had been almost a year since I got a licking from dad, But I still remembered what it felt like). The bailiff and doctor came over and took me by the arms, But I stood my ground, I wouldnt move. Then, The bailiff left the room. I knew he was going to tell the Judge, But I thought to myself, Itll do no good. The Judge was pretty old, And even if the THREE of them tried to move me, They couldnt because Im pretty strong. OH NO!!! I almost had a heart attack when dad walked in! I thought they went home! Now I KNEW I was in for it. Dad took off his belt, And walked up to me, And said "drop your pants NOW". I quickly obeyed. Then he said "step out of them" Suddenly I was naked from the waist down in front of all these strangers (including the woman) And I was turning red with embarrassment. Then he said "get over there". I start move slowly, (As if I was going to the gas chamber). "FASTER" he yelled, And cracked me across the backs of my legs with his belt. (My uncle had stopped crying by this time, And was just sobbing and sniffling). I let out a loud scream and ran to the frame. My dad helped the bailiff bend me over it, And they secured my hands and ankles. I was ready for punishment, And completely at their mercy. My dad left the room. The first stroke brought a high pitched scream from me, And I was screaming and begging throughout the whole 10 lashes. (Later my mom told me that her and Jennifer ran out of the courtroom, Because they couldnt bear to hear me screaming like that at the hands of a stranger). When it was over, The bailiff released me and I did the same dance as my uncle had done.
After about 30 minutes, My loud crying had reduced to quiet sobbing and sniffling, And the doctor applied ointment to MY bum. My uncle had already got dressed again, And the bailiff told me to get dressed.
We left the court, And the ride home was really painful. There was no way to stand up in the car, And we couldnt sit without pain.
When we got home, Dad sent my uncle and I to my room. When he came in he said to my uncle, "I blame YOU for this, And I dont want you hanging around my son anymore, Now get out of my house". He told him that if he ever came around here again, Hed KILL him. Then he said to me, "Tomorrow is Saturday, So the second half of your punishment will be tomorrow morning at 9am, So youll have the weekend to recuperate before school on Monday, And if I EVER catch you hanging around with Peter again, Ill rip the skin off BOTH your asses. IS THAT CLEAR? I just meekly said, "Yes dad".
I dreaded going to school on Monday. Especially gym class where I had to shower, Because I knew what kind of condition my butt was going to be in, And the other kids would tease me when they saw it. And I knew the hard chairs in the classrooms would be extremely uncomfortable too.
We had dinner, (I ate standing up) Then I went to my room. I took my clothes off, And was laying naked and face down on my bed, When my 13yo. Brother (Jeff) came in. He said WOW! When he saw my butt. And "dads gonna spank you again tomorrow? I said "yeah". He said, "Man, I wouldnt wanna be in your shoes". Then, He went out, And returned with a jar of coldcream. I said, "What are you going to do with that?" He said, "Ill rub it on your bum so youll feel better". I told him he better be careful because if dad comes in, Hell get the strap too. He said he would be careful. He started to rub the coldcream into my blistered butt. It felt so good, That I fell asleep.
The next morning, Dad came to my room about 8:45, And told me to meet him in the basement. He always WAS a man of his word. 15 minutes later, I was getting a worse strapping than I had gotten in court. I dont know what my uncle is doing now, But we havent seen or heard from him since that day in 1972. Thats 31 years, Come this May.
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