Jason, Jack and I had just got to my home from celebrating our 21-7 win over Chelmsford HS in the football game this morning. Jason's brother had scored us a 12 pack and we went to my room to continue the celebration. My mother was away for the weekend and my father had a client to meet so we had the house to ourselves, so we wernt to careful about our noise or closeing the door to my room or anything.
We were haveing a grand old time drinking the beer and reliving the game overe and over. I was sitting on the bed next to Jack with our backs to the door. when In the middle of his description of the last touchdown Jasons face went blank and his eyes almost jumped out of his head as he stared past Jack and I towards my open bedroom door.
I turned around to see what had suprised Jason so much, and there in the doorway was my father. (His meeting obviously cancelled) I knew as soon as I saw his face I was realy in truble. I started to run ideas through my head to try and think of a good explanation for drinking beer in my room. Unfortunatly there was no good explanation.
Dad stepped into my room and started to take off his belt. I couldn't believe what he was doing with my friends still sitting right there in the room with me. My father told Jason to sit on the bed by Jack and then looked at me and said "You know the drill"
I couldnt believe it. He was planning on spanking me in front of my friends. I have had many spankings from my father in the past but it had always been handeled in a private mannor between him and myself. Now he was palnning on letting my friends see me get a beating. I started to try and protest but the look on his face told me it would be much worse for me if I tried to talk my way out.
I reluctantly stepped forward, with my back to my friends lowered my gym shorts and briefs and lowered myself over my fathers knee.
Dad arranged me on his knee and placed his other leg accross the back of my legs to secure them. He then folded his belt and started to beat my ass. My ass was burning as it has many times before and I cant recall how many strokes I recieved, but it seamed to hurt all the more with the embarassment of my two friends looking on. The beating seemed to go on longer than ussual and my ass was burning worse than I can ever remomber. My eyes filled with tears and I finnaly broke down into a sobbing hunk. couldnt believe how I was crying in front of my two team mates.
When it was finaly over my father helpped me to my feet and I pulled up my briefs and shorts very carefuly. Then my father looked at Jason and Jack and started to lecture all of us on the evils of drinking Beer at the age of 17. In the middle of his lecture he started to explain to my friends that he could not in good allow thier behavior to go unpunished and at that point told them that they too were going to get his belt.
Jason and Jack imediatly said "No Way" and the he had no right to beat them. Dad stood there very calmly and informed them that they had two choises. They could take thier punishment like the men they thought they were or this incedent would be reported to thier parents and the football coach.
We all knew the coach's no tollerance policy on HS athletes and drinking and knew that this report would take all three of us off the team. So very reluctantly Jason and Jack aggreed to take the spanking from my father.
He instructed them both to drop thier shorts and briefs and bend over the bed. they both looked at me and I could already see the pain and fear in thier eyes. As they turned and started to lower thier shorts I could see that they both had started to get hard from watching me get my beating and the embarrasment they both felt showed in their eyes.
They assumed the possition as instructed by my father and he proceded to bring the belt down with a loud crack. The first stroke hit Jason's ass and from his reaction you could tell he was not accustomed to getting spanked. the second hit Jack who took it with a bit more composure. each stroke came down hard on allternating ass cheeks until my father had dealt out about 20 strokes to each of my friends.
Luckily thier beatings were not nearly as severe as was mine but my father knew he had made his point quite clear to us all.
Since that day Jason, Jack and I have become even closer friends and omly discuss this situation when we are with each other. Luckily the coach and thier parents never found out about the beer. We did have a hard time concentrating on practice the next few days becaus our buts were sore and we had to be careful that no one saw our bruised backsides but eventual;y everything was back to normal.