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Jimmy J.
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Date Posted: 13:50:22 12/04/20 Fri
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This really reminds me of the time I almost got the most embarrassing whoopin ever before leaving the house once.
It was a Saturday morning when I was 17. I had a side job doing a traffic survey with my friends where we would count how many cars went which way at a big intersection. One of my friends’ dad was the guy who hired us for this. I don’t know how, but I had managed to oversleep and when my friends came to get me, my dad answered the door. He came to my room and began scolding me as I was hastily throwing on some clothes. I was pleading my case, trying to get him to calm down. He said “I have a mind to tan your hide right now, but you’d better get going”. I thought for a split second I had averted disaster, until he said “Come home when your job is over. You’re getting a whoopin.” I was immediately disappointed to hear that, yet glad it wasn’t going to happen while my friends were waiting. I replied yes, sir and went outside to join my friends in the 2 cars.
We had a good time, talking about cars and girls, graduation, etc., and laughing it up. The whole time, though, I had dread in the pit of my stomach about that whoopin I was to get later.
When I got home, I went to dad and told him I was home. He told me to go wait in my room. It felt like an hour, but was probably only about 5 minutes. I heard him getting something from his closet and then he walked into my room carrying a spare belt. He told me to assume the position and that he was going to teach me to be more reliable and responsible. I then got a very sound bare-bottom whoopin, the worst he’d ever given me up until that point. When he was finished, he stayed to scold me a bit more before leaving me to cool off my red, welted bottom in private. Between this punishment and one I got at 14 for being late fir my paper route, I was very motivated to always be prepared and punctual!
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