Per popular demand, I'm going to tell you what happened when Dad found out what Alan and I did to Jimmy:
It was two days after the event before Jimmy decided to rat on us. I would say he was pretty embarassed to tell anybody about it. But he actually went in and showed Dad his bruised behind.
"Richard!!!! You and Alan come in here now!"
Dad's hollar sent chills down my spine.
I walked at a hurried pace to Dad's room. Jimmy was standing there with his pants and briefs down around his ankles. "Did you do this to him?" Dad yelled.
"Yes Sir"
"And Alan helped you?"
"Yes Sir"
"Where is Alan?"
"He... he's not here... he's over at Eric's house."
Dad paused for a second. "All right then. I want you to go call Eric's house and tell Alan to come home immediately. Don't tell him what it's about. Just tell him to come home now!"
I was scared to death. I didn't know what Dad was going to do. But I would rather Alan and I take the punishment together than for me to take all of the heat myself.
I made the phone call and Alan said he would be right there. I then walked back to Dad's bedroom.
Jimmy had put his pants back on. "Richard, you're going to pay dearly for this. Don't think for a minute that just because you're sixteen you're too old for a spanking. You're about to get the spanking of your life time young man!"
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Drop your pants - briefs and all!" He ordered while taking his paddle down from the wall.
I knew better than to object. I kept hoping he would tell Jimmy to leave the rom, but he didn't. Jimmy was right there watching every move I made. "Now get over my knee." Dad said in a slightly calmer voice.
I hated going over dad's knee. Maybe I wasn't too old to be paddled, but I was definitely too old to have my bare bottom laid across my old man's lap. But what choice did I have?
Dad touched the cold wood up against my bare buttocks and said "this is gonna hurt YOU a lot more than it's gonna hurt me BOY!"
WHACK! The first swat hurt like heck. But then he stopped.
"You just hold still until Alan gets here. I wanna make sure he sees all of this!"
I stayed there, laying across Dad's lap for at least ten minutes before we heard the front door open.
"Up here Alan!" Dad yelled.
In a matter of seconds Alan entered the room with Eric by his side. I was about to die. Not only was my 11 year old brother watching me get spanked, but now my 14 year old brother was there and so was his best friend. I had never been so humiliated.
"Should I leave?" Eric asked.
"No, you can stay. Please do." Dad said.
Dad told Alan and Eric what was about to take place and why.
WHACK! Dad brought the paddle down on my right cheek. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Every lick landed on my right cheek for that matter. Apparently he was paying me back for what I did to Jimmy. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "OWWWWW!!!!! CRAPPP!!!!!" WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "C'mon Dad, stop! That's enough! OWWWW!!!!" WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! I would have given anything for dad to just whip the other cheek for a while. But he didn't. He kept right on the right one. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! He paused for a second. "Jimmy, it's up to you. Should I stop now or should I take the belt to him?"
I looked at Jimmy with tears rolling down my face. "Please Jimmy, say I've had enough" - I thought. I was afraid to say so though.
Jimmy hesistated for a second. "I don't want to be mean Dad, but he did whip me a lot harder and a lot longer than that. Take the belt to him."
I was ready to kill that little punk.
Dad already had his belt off and in his hand. SWISH! The leather belt hurt worst than the paddle and covered both cheeks at once. SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! Dad was whipping me as fast and as hard as he could. SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! Every inch of my behind was stinging and it was only getting worse. I couldn't believe I wasn't going numb. SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! After what seemed like dozens and dozens of swats with the wide leather belt, Dad let me up and told me to stand against the wall to watch Alan's whipping.
Eric didn't hang around. When he heard our old man tell Alan to take his pants off, Eric decided it was time for him to go home. I think he was afraid Dad might spank him next.
Dad let Alan keep his white briefs on - he said it was because Alan was two years younger than me. He picked up the board again and motioned Alan over his knee. The little sissy started crying before dad even gave him the first swat. WHACK! "Owww Daddy!!!! I won't do it again!" He whined. WHACK! Dad alternated cheeks. One on the left, one on the right. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "Owwwww!!!!! Daddy!!!! I promise!!!!" WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Alan was kicking his legs like I don't know what. "I'll tell you what. It's obvious that your bottom's not as used to this kind of treatment as your brothers, so I'm gonna give you a break. You're gonna get 25 licks with my hand and you're through." I couldn't believe it. How unfair was that! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! At least Dad wasn't holding back. I think he whipped him as hard as he could. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! But still... it was his bare hand and it was over his cotton underwear. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! After his whipping, Alan stood up and apologized to Jimmy for whipping him.
"It's clear to me that Alan learned his lesson pretty quickly. But... Richard... I'm not so sure about you."
"I learned my lesson. I did Dad. Really." I muttered rather quickly.
"No, I don't think so. Get back over here."
"Please Dad, I did learn."
"Get over here."
Dad took me across his knee for a second time - again with my bottom bared. He said I deserved a good hand spanking as well. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Alan was no longer the one that was kicking - I was. I was squirming around like a fish out of water. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I had forgotten how painful a hand spanking could be. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Especially after getting a paddling and a belting. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
I couldn't sit down for three days after that and even then it was quite painful.
Wanna know what happened to me and Alan when Dad saw the marks on his butt? Email me and let me know? Or maybe you would like to give me the same type of whipping I gave Jimmy? Let me know! Maybe we can work it out. I live in Charleston, WV.