I had just left work, and it was one of the warmest days of the year so far. I figured that this was the reason that people's tempers were more on edge than usual. It was close to 100 degrees, with no wind to help relieve the dry, sweltering air.
As I was driving along through town, another car came flying up behind me, and began to ride my ass. He wanted to get past me, but there was no way that I was going to pull over and let him. I figured that he could wait until the road became two lanes a little further ahead. Once it did become two lanes, sure enough, he kicked it, and flew up beside me. I glanced over and saw that he was a pretty big guy. He was in his early thirties, short military type hair cut, very muscular as if he worked out alot. I figured that he probably worked in construction.
He rode along beside me, and began yelling at me. I angrily yelled back, and flipped him the bird. He swerved in front of me, and locked his breaks up, causing me to come an inch from slamming into his trunk. Now I was pissed off. Big guy or not, I didn't take that _s_h_i_t_. I down shifted, flew around him, and slammed my breaks on him. I could see him yelling at me in my rearview mirror, and he again came up beside me as we drove down the road.
"Do you want to mess with me!" He yelled across his car.
"Do you want to mess with me?" I yelled back.
"Yeah, I do! Pull the _f_u_c_k_ over!" He challenged.
He was wearing a white t-shirt, and his bulging arms were standing out in my mind. I was stupid to be messing with this guy, but I was pissed off too. Still, being only 23, and a lot smaller than him, I didn't actually think that he would put a hand on me. He was challenging me to stop, and my male pride was being questioned.
"Grow the _f_u_c_k_ up!" I yelled.
"What's the matter? You a _f_u_c_k_ing pussy?" He taunted.
"I'm not afraid of you, I'm just more mature." I said as I down shifted and floored it. My car was a new Cobra, and I would have no problem out running him. I decided to drive away, before it got worse, and show him who was the more grown up one.
He wasn't giving up on me though. He floored his own car, an old crappy, rusted, _s_h_i_t_box, and tried to keep up with me. Because of the traffic, and all the red lights, he was able to pull up beside me again.
"So, you gonna pull your pussy ass over, or what?" He asked, glaring at me. "You should not have tried to keep me behind you back there."
"You came up on my ass, and _f_u_c_k_ed with me!" I yelled. "I was just minding my own business, so go _f_u_c_k_ yourself!"
"Go _f_u_c_k_ myself, huh?" He smiled. "Little punks got a big mouth when he's safe in his car."
"Grow up." I said again, as the light changed, and I blew ahead of him.
I continued down the road, going the speed limit so that I wouldn't get pulled over. I did not want to get stopped right in front of him, since that would be way too embarrasing. I kept a watch on him as he drove along behind me. Eventually I came to the Stoney Ridge Road, which led to my house out on a farm in the woods. Sure enough, the guy kept following me. We were now on a windy back road, just the two of us, and he began to ride on my ass. I ignored it, not wanting to continue it any further. Suddenly, he smashed into the back of my car, and I was surprised, and enraged. I locked up my breaks again, and he had to swerve to miss me. I pulled off the road, into the lot of an abandonded warehouse, and got out of my car.
He immediately pulled in, and got out. His white t-shirt was tucked into a pair of faded blue jeans. He was even bigger than he appeard before, and when I saw the work boots he was also wearing, I was convinced that he worked in construction.
"You _f_u_c_k_ing little punk!" He began. "What the _f_u_c_k_ do you think that you are doing _f_u_c_k_ing with me!"
"You _f_u_c_k_ed with me just as much!" I yelled. I wanted to be brave, but I was scared as hell also.
"You need to be taught a lesson, boy!" He said, glaring down at me. "Little punks like you need to learn respect. I don't know what the _f_u_c_k_ has happened to this generation, but I know that I am some sick of the lack of discipline!"
"Whatever. Get a _f_u_c_k_ing life, asshole." I said. I opened my car door back up, but before I could get in, he grabbed my arm, turned me around to face him, and easily picked me up, throwing my over his shoulder.
"What the _f_u_c_k_!" I yelled. "Put me down!"
He began walking across the parking lot toward the warehouse. I was watching the ground move in front of me, and began to struggle to get free. It was useless. His powerful arm kept me there, over his shoulder.
He walked around to the back of the building, and out of site of the road. I had come out here numerous times to party with my friends, and knew that there were no houses for miles. Behind the warehouse were piles of metal, tires, and a few rusted out cars that were stored here by the town's towing company. Most of the cars were totaled from accidents.
The guy carried me to a bench that was sitting alone by the cars. He set me back down on my feet, sat down, and grabbed my wrist.
"Now. I am gonna try to be fair about this, and give you the opportunity to walk away." The guy began, looking up at me.
"I don't know what you think you're doing, but you better let the _f_u_c_k_ go of me." I demanded, as I twisted my wrist, trying to wriggle it free.
"You are going to apologize for trying to keep me behind you, for slamming your brakes on me, and for the foul language that you have directed toward me." The guy said with sincere authority.
I couldn't beleive what he was doing. There was no way that I was going to apologize without him doing so also. My temper was starting grow even more as I tried to get away. The sun was beating down on us, and it was hotter than hell.
"Apologize." He demanded.
"No." I stated.
With that, he jerked my arm, and down I went, straight across his thick muscular thighs. I immediately tried to get back up, but his arm came down across my back, and I was locked down, facing the ground, barely able to squirm, with my jean covered ass fully exposed.
"Now." He began. "Apologize."
I could not beleive what was happening. A half hour ago I was heading home from work, thinking about heading to the quarries to take a swim, and now I was behind Hoffman's old warehouse, over the knee of some guy who was about to spank my ass.
"Let me _f_u_c_k_ing go, asshole!" I angrily screamed.
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
His hand pummeled my ass with hard swats. I was in complete shock at how much it hurt. His powerful hand swung down and repeatedly landed squarely on the middle of my ass, which was still being protected by my jeans.
"Cut it out!" I yelled. "That _f_u_c_k_ing hurts!"
"I gave you a chance to get out of this. I tried to let you walk away like a man, but since you want to act like a little kid, than you'll get your ass beat like a little kid. You are gonna learn not to _f_u_c_k_ with me, boy."
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He landed more thunderous swats to my ass. I struggled with all my might to get away. I bucked, kicked, shoved, pushed, and pulled. The pain was intense. His hand was covering my ass all over.
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
"You should have just pulled out of my way when you saw me."..WHAM! WHAM!.."But no, you had to be a little mouthy punk."..WHAM! WHAM!.."Now you are going to get the worst ass blistering of your life"..WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!.."I am tired of little mouthy punks like you"..WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!.."Not showing the respect that you should to guys that are older and bigger than you"..WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
I struggled with all my might to get free, but I could do nothing. This guy had complete control of me, and he was putting one hell of a hurting on my ass.
"Stop this _s_h_i_t_ now!" I boldly demanded. "You can't do this!"
"I can _f_u_c_k_ing do it, and I am!" He stated. "I am gonna blister your sorry little ass so hard, you won't even be able to drive home."
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
"OOUUHH!!" I yelled. It was really beginning to hurt now. What little protection that my jeans were offering was fading. He kept nailing my ass, over and over, hard, and with no mercy. My struggling was useless, he easily held me there. When I reached around to sheild my ass, he instantly grabbed my wrist, and pinned it at the small of my back. My ass was his. I could do nothing.
"You are a _f_u_c_k_ing asshole, man!" I stupidly screamed.
"You are haven't seen anything yet, boy." he smirked. "You are about to find out just how much of an asshole I really am."
With that he flipped me around, so that I was now face up. As I struggled to get away, he undid my belt, then my jeans, and yanked them down as far as he could, then quickly turned me back over on my stomach. Once I was again locked into place, he grabbed the waistband of my jeans, and pulled them down over my brief covered ass, where they gathered at my knees.
I could not beleive this. I was now laying here over his knees, with nothing but my thin, white briefs to cover my ass. The sun began to penetrate through, adding to the fire that was already beginning.
"No!" I cried out. "Stop it! You can't do this!" I tried to struggle, and pull myself away from his grasp, but I couldn't get up.
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
The pain was immediate, hot, and convincing. He was spanking me even harder than before, and I was starting to realize that I would be crying and begging soon. The thought of that angered me. I hated this asshole who had started it all, and now, I was going to have to beg him to stop, and even cry in front of him. He was bigger than me, and therefore he was going to win. Not only was he going to win, but he was going to enjoy it too.
"How do you like that, punk?" He asked as he pummeled away. "Huh? How's that starting feel? _f_u_c_k_ing hurts, doesn't it?"
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"Stop!" I yelled. "No more, OK?" I've had enough!"
"You've had enough, when I say you've had enough." He said, still pounding away. "Guys like you need their asses beat every now and again, and I certainly do not mind giving it to ya."
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
"I had my ass beat when I was growing up, and it did me a wealth of good." The asshole continued. "And you will see that it will do you good too."
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His hand was covering my ass all over. The swats landed squarley on the middle of my ass, and then worked their way all over both of my brief covered cheeks. I had never felt a pain like this before. My ass felt as if it were on fire, and at that moment I would have done anything for it to stop.
"Please, stop! It hurts! It hurts! I won't mess with you again! I promise! Please, stop!" I cried out, as tears began to fill up in my eyes. I immediatly wiped the tears away, not wanting him to see me crying.
"What's the matter, punk?" He taunted. "You gonna start to cry for me too?" Huh? You gonna cry like a little boy? Where's all that punk boy, tough guy stuff now?"
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"Please, sir!"..WHAM! WHAM!.."Please! Please!"..WHAM! WHAM!.."OOUUHH!! Owww, please!"..WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!.."I promise! I won't do it again!"..WHAM! WHAM!.."AAAHHHH!!! It hurts!"..WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
"_f_u_c_k_ing slam your brakes on me will ya?" The asshole muttered. "I'll _f_u_c_k_ing show you, that's for _d_a_m_n_ sure."
The guy suddenly grabbed the waistband of my jeans, and yanked them down past my butt. My bare ass was now fully exposed, and the sun caused it to burn even worse. He grabbed my belt, and slipped it through the belt loops of my jeans, and doubled it over.
"Now you are going to find out what a real asshole I can be." The guy smirked. "This is what is called real guy to guy discipline."
SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! CRACK! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! CRACK!
My ass was now screaming out in red hot pain. No matter how I twisted and turned, the belt hit home every time. Tears began to stream down my face, and I didn't care if he knew. There was no way that I could cover up that I was crying now anyway. I screamed out in pain.
"Stop!!"..CRACK! CRACK! SNAP!.."Please, stop!"..SNAP! CRACK!.."You win, sir! You win! I'll do whatver you say! Please!"..CRACK! CRACK! SNAP! CRACK! SNAP! SNAP! CRACK!.."Ooowww, ouch! It hurts so bad! Please, stop! Sir! Owww! Ouchhh! No!..CRACK! CRACK! SNAP!.."I can't take it anymore, sir! Please! Please! Stop!"
SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
"OOUUHH!! Owww, please!" I begged for my life, but my pleas were given to a guy that had no mercy at all. He was in charge. Nothing bad was going to happen to him, and he knew it. He knew that he was going to be able to sit down without any pain, and did not care that the younger punk over his knee would not sit down without wincing for a week.
SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
"Let me hear you apologize now!" The asshole demanded.
"I am sorry!" I eagerly screamed, no longer concerned about pride.
SNAP! SNAP! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! SNAP! SNAP!
"You gonna ever _f_u_c_k_ with me again?"
"No!" I yelled as the belt continued to bite my butt. "I swear I won't!"
"You gonna obey all traffic laws, and let people that are in a hurry past you from now on?"
"Yes! Yes! I promise!"
SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! CRACK!
The guy finally stopped spanking me, and pushed me off his lap. He then reached down, picked me up by my shirt, and held me there so that we were face to face.
"I mean it when I say not to _f_u_c_k_ with me again." He threatened. "If it ever happens again, you will find yourself back over my knee, only next time it will _f_u_c_k_ing hurt. Understand?"
"Yes, sir." I said, tears still running down my face. "I understand."
He let me go, and walked around back out front. I quickly pulled my briefs and jeans back up, almost crying out when they brushed past my ass. I picked my belt up off the ground, and hastily put it back on. Before walking back to my car, I wiped away all the tears, and waited until I heard him leave.
I thought that I had learned a pretty good lesson that day, but it wasn't long until I was back to being the _c_o_c_k_y punk of before. I had pretty much forgotten all about the guy about six months later, although I never forgot the ass beating. Boy was I pretty surprised when I took a new job at the local lumber and scrap yard. The guy that had beaten my butt was Jake Pluder, my new foreman.....