It was the last week in April. The weather was finally getting consistently warm and our church was holding it's Spring Festival this coming weekend. This year, Mom got dragged into helping out. My mother can not do anything halfway, so she ended up being one of the main organizers. We were just finished up dinner and starting to bring all the plates and dishes into the kitchen.
"Ok, guys, you know I'm going to be busy all this week, and you probably won't see much of me because I will be working at the church office until about 10:00 each night trying to get this festival to actually happen. I swear, I don't know how I got dragged into this....." Mom said.
Nick, Sam and I looked at each other and smiled. "Mom, I think we can handle this," Nick answered.
"I know, but I just want you to know, I'm only at the church, so if you need --"
"Mom, chill -- we are going to be ok. We're big boys now," said Sam.
"Yeah, but --"
"Mom. Come on, don't you trust us? We can take care of ourselves. Besides Dad'll be here," said Nick.
"No, Dad is working evening shift for the next two weeks. He couldn't get it switched."
Hmmm....Dad'll be getting home after we are asleep, and will be going to work before we come home from school. Mom isn't going to be around either..... This is starting to sound pretty cool.
"Look, Mom, we'll be fine," I said as I put my arm around her shoulder. "Nothing to worry about, we've got it under control. Go do your church-thing and don't worry about us at all. IF we need you, we know you are only 20 minutes away. Ok??"
"Ok, ok...."
We could tell she was leery about "leaving us on our own" for a week, but I knew she really loved being involved in the festival organization. We were thrilled at the prospect of being "on our own" as much as possible so we told her everything she wanted to hear.
The next day when Nick and I came home from school, we found a note on the counter:
Guys -- In the refrigerator is lasagna. All you have to do is re-heat it for dinner. You can heat it up in the microwave or in the oven. If you use the microwave, you'll need to cut the lasagna in smaller pieces to get it to heat up evenly. In the over, cook it at 350 for about 10 to 15 minutes. I also put a new package of paper plates in the pantry so you won't have as many dishes to do.
I've also left a list of things I'd like you guys to do this week. I know I don't normally ask you to do this stuff, but it would really help me out. I don't care who does what, just please do this stuff for me. Thanks,
Love,
Mom
P. S. Don't forget to leave Dad some dinner.
The list of things to do was small - clean the downstairs bathroom, clean the kitchen, get out some of the potting soil from the shed and put it in her green house, etc. All in all, there were about 8 things to do.
"Does she think we're three???" asked Nick.
"I dunno," I laughed.
"_s_h_i_t_, she even told us HOW to cook dinner..."
That was the norm for the week. We would come home from school and there would be a note telling us what was defrosting in the refrigerator for us and how to cook it. Sam said he saw Mom on Tuesday night, but I didn't see her or Dad all week.
We went to the festival all weekend and it was a blast. Sunday afternoon it was winding down and Mom came home. She finally learned to delegate the "clean up" duties to someone else. Funny, she delegates to us really well.
Mom, Sam and I were sitting in the family room talking about the week and weekend. We have two dogs - Max and Billy. They are both Huskys. Mom named both dogs. When Billy was a puppy, he had spiked hair. Looked hysterical on that dog. Mom thought he looked like Billy Idol, so she named him Billy. Mom had a thing about Billy Idol, or rather she loved watching his ass in his videos.
Max and Billy were being really pushy, they kept jumping on Mom and nudging her. Even though they were the family dogs, since Mom was the one who was home with them the most, they loved Mom the most. With her being gone all week, they were being little jerks all week. Whoever said dogs don't have attitudes never met any of our dogs. Mom got up and looked at their water bowl. It was empty. She filled it up, but they kept pushing their food bowl at her. It was only about 4:30 in the afternoon, and we usually didn't feed them until we ate dinner at 6:30.
"What is wrong with you two?" she asked the dogs. They started jumping around and spinning in circles. Looking at them, she asked "You want dinner?" They went nuts. That is what they wanted. "Well, it's early, but I'll feed you anyway."
Sam and I had followed Mom into the kitchen and sat at the table still chatting with her. The dogs inhaled their dinner and then nudged Mom for more.
Perplexed, Mom looked at us and asked what time we fed them yesterday.
"I dunno. I didn't feed them yesterday," I answered.
"Me either," said Sam.
"Did Nicky feed them?" Mom asked.
"Probably," I answered. I sure hope Nick did, I thought.
"Probably?? You don't know?" She was getting a edge in her voice now. I really hope Nick fed them or this could turn ugly really fast.
"No."
"Ok, when DID you feed the dogs last?"
"I fed them on.... Monday .... and Tuesday, I think. Yeah, I know I fed them on Tuesday because I was studying for my pre-algebra test and that was Wednesday. I got an 92 on it." Sam answered.
Mom didn't look happy. "Chris?"
"Uh....I don't think I fed them this week."
Mom really didn't look happy. "NICHOLAS! Get down here NOW!" she yelled.
Nick came downstairs. "Yes?"
"Did you feed the boys last night?"
"Ummm....no. I thought Sam did."
"Well, he didn't. Neither did Chris. So apparently NONE of you fed my dogs yesterday. When was the last time you fed them?"
"I think I fed them on Thursday, and I fed them on Tuesday."
"Tuesday!? Are you sure you fed them Tuesday?"
"Yeah -- I mean yes, ma'am. Sam fed them on Monday, so I fed them on Tuesday."
"What about the rest of the week?"
"No, ma'am....just Thursday. I think."
"Unbelievable! You feed the boys twice on Tuesday, maybe on Thursday and that's it? So they haven't been fed for three days!"
About this time, Dad came into the room. "What's going on?"
"Well, your sons didn't bother to feed the boys for three _f_u_c_k_ing days. They also didn't bother to do anything on the list I left them either, but I was going to let that slide. How the hell can they not feed my dogs? Doing what I tell them is apparently too hard and beyond their capability," Mom answered. Mom has a tendency to get sarcastic when she is angry.
Oh _s_h_i_t_, I thought. It wasn't like we forgot on purpose, but I guess that explains why the dogs have been a pain in the ass all week.
"Get up and come over here," Mom ordered. All three of us walked towards the pantry. "Open the door." Sam, the closest to the door, opened it. "What do you see on the floor?"
"Dog food," I answered.
"What is on the second shelf?"
"Paper plates," I answered again. Being the oldest, when questions are barked at us, but to no one in particular, somehow I end up being the one that has to answer.
"Now, how the HELL can you find the paper plates to feed yourselves and NOT _f_u_c_k_ING SEE THE DOG FOOD?" Mom yelled.
"I don't know, Mom," I answered softly.
"You don't know? What the hell do you mean, you don't know?" she yelled. She reached over and slammed the door shut. "I don't believe this. I knew I shouldn't have been involved with that festival and that I should have been here because you three can't even do something so little like feeding our dogs."
"Lia, calm down," Dad said.
"Calm down? They don't listen to a _d_a_m_n_ thing I say and you tell me to calm down. I don't need this, you know......fine. You deal with them, Danny," Mom said as she walked out of the room. "Billy, Max, come on babies. Let's go outside." The dogs went happily bounding after her.
_d_a_m_n_, we really didn't do it on purpose, but I can't believe we didn't feed the dogs. We turned around towards Dad.
"Geez, I can't believe she is that mad over not feeding the dogs," Nicky said.
"What? So it's no big deal they didn't get fed?" my father asked.
"No, I didn't mean that.... But geez, she's about to blow a head gasket."
Sam nudged him hard. "What? Besides it wasn't on her list, and she was so specific about everything else, as if we were three year olds."
I can't believe Nick just said that. I looked at Sam in disbelief. I can't believe he had the balls to say that and to say it front of our father.
"Well, maybe if you didn't act like a three year old, we wouldn't have to treat you like one. As for the list, since you didn't do anything on the list, it wouldn't have mattered anyway, now would it?" Dad said.
"I cleaned the downstairs bathroom on Thursday. What did Chris and Sam do? Nothing! At least I did something on that list. Besides, it's not fair, she didn't tell us who was supposed to do that stuff. It's her fault we --"
SMACK! Dad slapped Nick across the face hard. He stumbled and took a step directly in front of me. Without thinking, I automatically reached out and caught him, my right hand catching his right arm, which was holding his face, and with my left hand I grabbed him by the waist.
Dad stepped forward at Nick. He stepped backwards, and so did I until I was pinned up against the pantry door. Nick was right in front of me and Dad was in his face.
Dad grabbed his right hand and pulled it away from his face. "Don't you EVER blame your mother for your mistakes."
"Yes, sir," Nick answered.
"Your mother gave you a list of things to do, and it is your responsibility to make sure that list got done, even if you had to do everything on that _d_a_m_n_ list by yourself!"
"Yes, sir."
"You are old enough to be accountable for your own actions. Why did you try to blame your mother?"
Nicky didn't answer. I don't blame him, I wouldn't know how to answer this question either. Dad raised his hand, and Nicky flinched hard and backed up closer against me. "I don't know, Dad. I don't know what I was thinking. I'm sorry, it'll never happen again, sir."
"Well, you better start thinking before you open your mouth, boy."
"Yes, sir." Nicky's voice started to crack.
Nicky was pressed up against me and I could feel him start to shake a little. Dad was scaring the hell out of me, and he wasn't directing his attention to me. Nicky was probably ready to _s_h_i_t_ his pants.
"We thought you were responsible enough to handle both of us not being home for a week. But instead you acted like three year olds......"
The lecture drowned on for the next several minutes. Even though all three of us deserved the lecture, Dad focused mainly on Nick, who was still leaning back on me.
Finally Dad said, "Get upstairs and go to my room.
"Yes, sir," all three of us answered.
Dad walked out of the kitchen and went outside, probably to look for Mom.
The three of us just stood there for a few seconds. Nicky let out a deep breath and rested his head backwards on my left shoulder. "_s_h_i_t_," he whispered, and he touched his face again. I realized I was still holding Nicky's arm and waist. I patted his right arm and kind squeezed him in an awkward hug. He pushed himself off of me and turned to look at me. When he took his hand away from his face, I could still see dad's hand print clearly. Dad really slapped him hard. "Thanks," he said softly.
"Dude, what were you thinking backing talking Dad like that?" Sam demanded, grabbing Nicky. "Are you crazy?"
"I wasn't. Ok, I just.... I dunno."
"Yeah, because of your big mouth all three of us are going to get beat. Thanks a lot," Sam said irritably.
"Come on, we would have got out asses kicked anyway," Nick retorted.
"Maybe, maybe not. But we definitely are now," Sam argued..
"Alright, enough," I said. "Lets go before we are in more trouble." I pushed both my brothers out of the kitchen and towards the stairs.
Once inside my parents bedroom, the three of us sat down on the cedar chest, with Nick in the middle. Sam started up again. "This isn't fair. Your big mouth got us into this, Nick."
"_f_u_c_k_ you."
"_f_u_c_k_ you."
This was going no where. "Both of you - SHUT UP!" I told them. Both of them looked at me and then looked away.
After about a minute, Sam asked quietly "What is it like to get hit with the belt?"
"What?" I asked, and Nick and I looked at him.
"Dad told me last time I got in trouble, that since I'm thirteen now, he's going to whip me with his belt from now on."
Oh yeah, I remember that speech. Dad used it on me too when I turned thirteen. The trepidation of getting whipped with the belt kept me in line for a long time. Somehow, after you've had your butt beat with the belt, you know what to expect, and while it still hurts like hell, the fear of it doesn't keep you in line as long.
"It tickles. What the _f_u_c_k_ do you think? Don't be such a puss-baby," Nick answered.
"I was just asking...." Sam's voice trailed, as he looked away.
I touched Nick with my leg and looked at him. When he finally made eye contact I gave him a dirty look. I remember him asking me the exact same question about a year ago just before he got the belt for the first time. He knew what I was thinking.
Nick looked up, and took a deep breath. Turning to Sam, "It hurts, Sammy. It hurts a lot. You know how the brush stings when you get hit with it, well, the belt is ... deeper then that. It feels like there is a fire in your ass from the surface on down for the two inch wide lash the belt made."
Sam thought about this for a few seconds. "How fast will it make me cry?" Sam has heard both Nick and I getting it with the belt, so he knows it makes you cry.
"Pretty fast, couple licks probably. It hurts like a son of a bitch," Nick answered.
"What am I supposed to do?"
"How did Dad spank you last time? Over his knee?" I asked. Sam nodded. "Well, he's never whipped me over his knee. He usually tells me to bend over this," and I knocked on the cedar chest we were sitting on.
"Me, too," Nick added. "You scared?"
Sam nodded ever so slightly, and almost looked like he wanted to cry right then.
"You'll live, runt. Besides, Dad'll wear out his arm whippin me before he gets to you," Nick smiled.
Sam smiled slightly and we sat in silence until Dad came in a minute or two later.
He stood in front of us. He reached out and grabbed Nick's chin and tilted his face. Nick's face still had a slight pink tint from where Dad slapped him about 10 minutes ago. He didn't say anything and he let go of Nick's face.
"Samuel, what did I tell you about the next time you got in trouble?" Dad asked.
Sam looked at the floor. Dad tapped his chin, letting him know he needs to look up. "You said that I was too old to get spanked with just your hand and that you would start spanking me with your belt, sir," Sam answered.
I remember when Dad asked me that question two years go. I beat around the bush answering him. Sam just laid it out. I was kinda proud of the runt.
"Good. Now do any of you have anything to say for yourselves? Chris?"
"No, sir."
"Nicholas?"
"No, Dad."
"Sam?"
"No, sir."
"Nicholas and Sam, get up and stand in front of the dresser. Chris, drop your pants and bend over."
"Dad? Excuse me, may I go first? Please?" Nick asked.
Dad just looked at him. Even though it was a small request, my dad is not used to us questioning him during times like this.
"It's just, um.... While I know all three of us screwed up and didn't feed the dogs or do what was on Mom's list, I was the one that back-talked you and made you more angry. And I don't want Chris and Sam getting it more then they should because of me."
I had unzipped my jeans and was starting to pull them down. I stopped and looked at Dad.
"Nicholas, don't you question me, boy. I have never punished you when I was not in complete control. What makes you think I am going to start now?"
Nick just looked at Dad.
"Answer me!"
I would have been scared to death, but Nick looked calm. He'll be lucky if Dad doesn't smack him upside his face again, but he looked like nothing was going on.
"I'm sorry, sir. I should not have questioned you," Nick answered clearly, looking my father straight in the eye. I have no idea where my brother gets balls like that from.
Dad glared at Nick, to which Nick stood up straight and stared back with a complete blank expression. After about 10 seconds, Nick lowered his eyes. My father and Nicky have always had this power struggle. My father always wins, but that has never stopped Nick from pushing limits. Dad turned his attention to me, "Christopher, what did I tell you to do?"
I quickly pushed my jeans down my legs, turned to the cedar chest and put my hands down flat. I felt dad pull my t-shirt half way up my back. I glanced to my left and saw my brothers watching. Oh _s_h_i_t_, I've got try to take this like a man.
Dad stepped back and I could hear the jingle of his belt opening. Then the phawp-phawp-phawp as he pulled the belt from his jeans. It seemed like an eternity was passing, and I stood there like a naughty child with my pants pulled down to my knees waiting for my punishment.
CRACK! _s_h_i_t_, that hurt. I felt my body tense up. Dad always starts off hard. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
I could feel exactly where those five lashes were placed. The fire the belt caused was started to rise up. I felt my eyes start to water and I closed them as tight as I could.
CRACK! AAAAhhhh.....
CRACK! CRACK! MMMmmmmphhh.... I gritted my teeth together. CRACK! Oouuuuchhhhhhh.......aaaaahhhhhhh... Ok, so much for quiet. I wanted so much to reach back and block the blows to my ass, but I didn't. I didn't want my younger brothers to think I was a sissy. I started flexing my arms moving my hands around, but it didn't help.
CRACK! AAAahhhhhh! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Like always, Dad had me crying. I did my best to suck it in and stop as soon as I could. I felt Dad pull my shirt back down to my waist. "Stand over by your brother. Nicholas?"
I slowly stood up, while trying to wipe the tears and snot off my face. Amazing how getting whipped sixteen times makes you feel stiff as if you've worked out too hard. I reached down and pulled up my jeans. Luckily they were fairly baggy, but it still felt like course grit sandpaper. As I turned, Nick was standing next to me. I looked at him, and then walked over where Sam was. Sam looked scared to death. I was still trying to choke back my crying when Dad started on Nicky. I rubbed my ass, but it wasn't really helping.
Dad whipped Nick six times and was already crying before I looked at them. Nicky was positioned exactly as I was.
CRACK! CRACK! AAAaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh Nicky's arms started shaking. CRACK! Nick stood up slightly, picked up his right arm and started to bring it back to cover his ass.
"Don't even think it, boy!" Dad yelled.
Nick quickly put his hands back on the cedar chest.
CRACK! AAAhhhhh ooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwww Dddddaaaaaadddddddd!!!! CRACK! OOOowwwww!
Dad didn't stop. He hit him again, this time lower where the sit spot is.
AAAAAAHHHAAAAaaaaaa..... DDDddddddddddddaaaaaaaaaaaaaaddddddddddd.
Dad swung again and hit him in about the same spot. Nicky was yelling continuously now. AAAAAhhhhhgggg DAD.....siir....aaaahhhhhh...ooowwwwwwwwwwwwww
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
By this time, I had my sobbing under control. I was only sniffling some. Dad reached over and pulled Nicks t-shirt back down to his waist. Twelve? That's it? _d_a_m_n_ it sucks to be the oldest, I thought.
I looked at Sam. He hands were shaking. "You'll be ok, runt," I whispered to him.
Nick stood up and pulled his jeans up slowly. He grimaced in pain as he did so. His eyes were bloodshot and he had tears and snot all over his face. He wiped his face with this hands as he walk back to stand by me.
"Sam, bend over the chest" Dad said and pointed to the chest. Slowly Sam walked over to him. I walked as if he was walking to his death sentence. With shaky hands, Sam unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped them. As he was turning toward the cedar chest, he started to push his jeans down.
"Did I tell you to drop your pants?" Dad asked.
In a daze, Sam turned to him and shook his head slightly.
"Just do as I tell you, now turn around and bend over," Dad said.
"Yes, sir," Sam whispered as he turned and followed Dad's instructions. Nicky was still trying to stop crying. He stood next to me with his eyes closed tight, rubbing his ass.
Dad walked close to Sam and whispered something to him. From experience, Dad probably told him to keep his hands on the cedar chest at all times and under no circumstances is he to beg Dad to stop. We can yell all we like, but Dad felt that begging to be let off of a punishment was cowardly.
Dad re-wrapped the belt around his hand. His arm when back and the belt whipped Sam for the first time in the middle of his ass. Sam stood up slightly and opened his mouth, but didn't make a sound. Dad reached back and swung again. Sam yelled this time. He started breathing really hard.
CRACK! AAAAaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I'mmmmm sssssoooooooorrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyyy!
CRACK! Dad was whipping Sam slower than Nicky or me. Each time Sam stood up slightly and it took him a few seconds to put this hands flat on the cedar chest. Sam started to move both of his arms. I could tell he was fighting to keep his hands where they belonged.
CRACK! CRACK! Sam's legs started shaking, but this time he didn't stand up.
CRACK! The belt contacted with his sit spot. Sam practically screamed. AAAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!
CRACK! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggghhhhhhhhhh!!!!!
Dad walked up to Sam and put his hand on his back. "It's over, kid. You did good. Come here." Dad pulled Sam up into a hug and let Sam cry on his shoulder for a minute. Dad pushed him back and told him to stand over by Nick and me.
"Now, when your mother tells you to do something, you better listen. Understood?"
"Yes, sir," we said.
"Good. Chris, Sam, you're excused."
"Nicholas, I think you need a further attitude adjustment. Drop your pants and briefs and get your ass back over the cedar chest."
"Yes, sir," Nick whispered as Sam and I walked out of the room. I glanced back as we walked out and saw Nick's ass. It was really red. Sucks to be you, I thought.
Sam and I walked down the hall towards our respective rooms. Once we were out of eyeshot of my father, I asked Sam if he was ok.
"Oh God, that _f_u_c_k_ing HURTS!" he whispered. "I'm never going to _f_u_c_k_ up again."
I smiled, "Yeah, I tell myself that every time too."
CRACK!!! AAARrrrrrrrrrghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Sam looked back towards Dad's room. "I can't believe Dad is whipping Nick again bare."
CRACK!! CRACK!!! OOOOowwwwwwwwwwwww CRACK! CRACK!! Oooowwww I'mmmmm ssssssoooooorrrrrryyyyyyyyyyyyy. IIIII'llllll bbbbbeeeehhave......
CRACK!!!
"You think it hurts over jeans, it's a lot worse bare," I said as I walked into my room. I pulled my jeans off and looked at my ass in the mirror. It was the color of a bright red tomato. I flopped on my bed and rubbed my ass as I listened to my father whipping Nick in the next room. If my ass looks like a tomato, his ass is going to look like he sat on a roaring fire before Dad is done with him. Talking to Sam, I lost count of how many Nick got, but I believe Dad whipped him twelve more times. Right after Dad stopped, Max came bounding into my room, jumped on my bed and started licking my face. "Hey boy..... I'm sorry I didn't feed you this week...." Max didn't care, he just licked me and then laid down next to me. I could barely hear Dad lecturing Nicky again and I dozed off to sleep with Max right next to me.