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Date Posted: 20:27:54 03/21/08 Fri
I was 15. I had just gotten my learners permit. My dad had just taken delivery on a new Buick Riviera. He parked at the station every day and took the train to work. I swiped a set of keys out of my mom's purse, cut school with a couple of my buddies, took the car and went joyriding. I had also stolen two 6 pac's of beer from the frig and the guys were drinking. I was drinking and driving, blasting the radio and having the time of my life. I felt so grown up. I was a man! It had been raining. The car had super sensitive power brakes. I took a curve too fast, slammed on the brakes, the car skidded across 3 lanes of traffic, down an
embankment and flipped over, landing on its roof, four wheels spinning in the air facing the sky. None of us had a scratch on us. The cops came, took us all in and called dad at his office downtown. He rushed to the police station by cab to make sure we were all right. My mom met us and we all loaded into her Volvo. We took my buddies home. Then Mom and Dad and I drove in total and absolute silence home.
Dad sent me to my room. An hour passed while he cooled off and took calls from the enraged dads of the guys I was with in the cars. I later found out that while I was up in my room waiting, every guy I had been with was getting a whipping from their dad's. Every guy except me. That was about to change. Big time.
Dad finally came up to the room, "Dr Wood" in his hand. I was sitting on my bed in my jeans and hockey jersey. Dad told me to stand up, which I did. He walked over, sat down and positioned me directly in front of me. When he spanked us, he usually had us drop our jeans and jockeys, unless we weren't fast enough, which, in this case, I apparently wasn't. so he reached for my belt, undid it and unsnapped my jeans and yanked both jeans and jockeys down to my ankles in one quick yank.
He then pulled me across his knee, making sure my dick and balls were safely encased between his thighs. We then had "the talk" He told me how stupid and reckless my actions were and how I was lucky to be alive and how I could have killed us all, ect. ect. i wasn't;t really listening. I was just wondering how bad it was going to be. I didn't have long to wonder. It was bad. He reached for my arm and pinned it behind my back, he then put his leg across mine. He then did this little thing he always did before he spanked me - he patted each of my butt cheeks twice with his open hand. It was a sign I recognized and I tensed up. He then picked up Dr Wood and I could feel the cool wood on my butt as he rubbed the paddle back and forth a couple of times. Then it started. CRACK< CRACK, CRACK fast and furious. I started to howl almost at once, not that it did any good. The actual tanning lasted less than 2 minutes but believe me, they were the longest 2 minutes in recorded history. Half way thru the session he stoped. He asked me if I was ever going to pull a stunt like that again? I was a snotty, crying mess but managed to reply with a mighty "NO". He then gripped my arm even tighter and I could feel his leg getting tighter on mine. It was time for part two. The paddle cracked down even harder, all over my butt and the backs of my upper legs. I resumed my howling and bucking and begging. My shriks filled the house. We had a long driveway and my brother had just started up it when the spanking started. He told me he could hear me all the way to the street even though all the windows were closed and my bedroom was in the back of the house
Finally, it was over. Dad released his grip on me but i just lay accross his lap sobbing - I couldn't move. He gently helped me up, standing me back in front of him, my jeans and jockies still at my feet. He reached up to my face and cupped my face in his hands and pulled my face right into his, looking me directly in the eye. He told me he loved me, and kissed my forehead. He then got up and walked to the door, opened it and walked thru it, closing it behind him. I colapsed on my bed, trying to rub ther fire out of my butt. It was then I realized I had a boner - I wonder if I had it when I was in front of dad? I'll never know, I guess. And at that point, I didn't care. I had welts up and down my ass and would have them for almost a week. I would "walk funny" for a few days too. Sleeping on my back was my only option.
These days whenever I see an old Buick Riveria in a parking lot or in a movie, my butt tingles and my dick gets hard as I remember the day I wrecked the Riv.
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