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Date Posted: 07:23:52 11/28/09 Sat
Author: Joel
Subject: Joel's "Say No to Drugs!" Whipping From Grandpa

My best bud Kyle tells me that I should post this and let everyone be the judge if it was justified to what happened to me.

It's embarrassing, I think, but I'll go along with it, and for those of you who know me in the forum from these past few months I'll let you be the judge and I would welcome your comments, please.

As you know sports is my life. Since I was a little kid I've really majored in playing football, basketball and BASEBALL is my first sports love.

I've had my dad help me train and get ready to play, my best buddy Kyle to, and my coaches. I would like to think I have a God given talent to play to sports, and I'm not bragging, just making statement that I've been told to especially by my school coaches and recreational program coaches.

I've lifted weights in supervised weight programs at home and at school, ate the foods I was told to to help make by body grow by my parents and coaches, and earn ed the body muscle I've been rewarded to for a l7yr. old high school athlete.

I've NEVER used illegal drugs to enhance my body in building it for sports and perfromance. And I would NEVER want to use drugs of steroids in my school competitons and performance, and even when I get to college to play sports want to do such a thing. I wouldn't even know where to get these kinds of drugs.

I've done nothing else to help me achieve my goals to be a winner on the teams I play on, except hard work in practice and giving l0l% of myself on the playing fields.

For some crazy reason my grandpa (my dad's dad) has read in the newspaper how sports players of all ages on teams in high school, college and pro teams are being discovered using illegal drugs and steroids.

Instead of just giving me a good talking to about the evils of illegal drugs and that I should not use them, my grandpa wanted to drill it in my mind that I would be a clean athlete and not do drugs now or in the future.

To get his point across, get my attention and so his advise would register in my mind my grandpa had me go to the barn on his farm with him and told me he was going to give me a whipping with a razor strap he has, and it would be applied to my bare butt, so it would help me remember not to want to do illegal drugs for athletic enhancement purposes.

I told him I would never do that, do drugs. I don't even like taking an asprin for a headache. I told him it was unneccessary to do what he wanted to do, and I told him in a way so it would not look like I was disrespectful to him or sassing him.

I just said, "please grandpa. Don't do this!"

Still, it did no good. He was not taking no for an answer and I still would be getting a whipping to satisfy him.
I followed his orders to what he wanted me to do.

I pulled down my jeans and boxer shorts I was wearing to bare my butt like he told me to. He ordered me to pull off my t-shirt I was wearing and for me to bend my bare butt over a sawhorse he had in the barn while he got his razor strap. I asked how many licks I was going to get. He wouldn't tell me.

One time my grandpa gave me five licks with the strap to give me an idea what a razor strap felt like, and man it hurt bad, but that whipping was given to my bare butt laying over a couple of stacked bales if hay.

Bending over the sawhorse, for whatever his reason was for this time using that instead of the hay bales, it really spread my bare butt wider I could feel. My grandpa walked around me, swished the strap up and down in the air a few times. Then there was silence.

I heard a loud noise that sounded like gunshot in the air, then the burn on my bare butt after my grandpa applied his first lick to it.
There was a pause in time, then he delivered a second lick to my butt. Then I felt another burn. Soon a third lick and burn came on my butt. A good whipping was underway from a grandpa to his grandson.

I wanted to try to remember how many licks I got from the whipping, but my mind was just registering the pain I was feeling, which seemed to be mostly on the sitdown spot area on my butt, that grandpa was directing his strap to. hit.
I wanted so much not to cry, and didn't know if grandpa would be a ashamed of me if I did. So I let what came.

No matter how many licks I got, when it was finally over with in 5 or l0 minutes later, and I was told I could get back up, my butt was ablaze. I sure did the usual "dance" that followings and sure grabbed my buttcheeks automatically to try to rub the hurt away. That hurt of fire I would feel for quite some time into the night, and into the next day. Even after applying alot of lotion and sleeping bare butt.

I told me grandpa he did what he thought was best. I told him I still loved him, despite what he just did to me. And I told him respectfully, that the whipping he just gave me didn't make me change my mind not to try or do drugs in the future, because I never planned to do drugs in the first place.

After a person gets a whipping like I did, most of the time they want to share about it. I didn't this time.

Just shortly after redressing I kept a date with a girlfriend of mine. It would be embarrassing to tell her what I had just experienced. I didn't want her to think I had a mean grandpa. Infact, we both had talked about him a few other times before, when I was visiting my grandparents and had went out with her and talked about how great he and my grandma were to me. So I didn't want those thoughts to change.

As for my thoughts, I have mixed feelings what happened to me, and will try to sort them out.

An added mention to this. The next night I had a pre-season basketball game to play, and I still played a pretty good game, despite still having a sore butt inside a couple of pairs of extra padded boxer shorts I wore inside of my basketball playing shorts.

I scored my usual baskets of three and two points, and free throws. All done without the use of illegal drugs, all earned because I had practiced and learned how to shoot them legally.

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