Anticipation

by SRJ
 

            I watch out my bedroom window as my father sees my mom and sister off. They are going into town to run some errands. It is a hot July morning and the fan in the corner of my room feels cool on my skin. I will be grateful for that fan later on today. I watch as my sister gets in the car, my mom and dad talk about something quietly, mom is shaking her head and dad has a very stern look on his face. I know what they are talking about, me of course.

            I had been fighting with my sister all morning long, she started it, like she always does. We were yelling back and forth at each other and I slipped and called her a bitch. She ran and tattled on me to dad. That was about an hour ago. Dad just looked at me and said “Nathan, go to your room and wait for me.” It sent a shiver down my spine. I know what is coming. Being thirteen I know what that phrase means, I have heard it several times before, and it is always bad.

            I watch my sister and mom pull out of the driveway and my dad turns around and looks up at my window. He always works in the garden on Saturdays and he is wearing cut off jean shorts and a tank top, which just shows off his huge arms. He glares up at me; I turn my head and just hope that he will get it over with soon.

            He knows that I hate the waiting part of being spanked, the more time that passes the more scared and nervous I become. Now, I have not been spanked a lot, but the times that I have I sure do remember, and this for me is the worst part. One time he made me sit up here for 2 hours while he went on about his business of mowing the yard, then he came in and got a shower, only then did he come to my room and bend me over his knee. He has only ever used his hand on me but that is more than enough to keep me in line for quite a while afterwards. It feels like his hand can cover my butt all at once.

            My father is a big man, tall and plenty of muscle on him. He has a weight bench in the basement that he uses on a daily basis and believe me it shows. Most of my friends are afraid of him because of his size. His chest has a lot of hair on it and his legs look like tree trunks, they feel just as hard. Being bent over one of them, I know from experience they are rock hard.

            The fan is not helping me, I perspire a lot. I pace the room and hope that he will come up soon, God I can’t stand the waiting for him. I sit on the bed, wiping my sweaty palms on my gym shorts. Having my shorts pulled down is the most humiliating thing for me. Then of course the underwear coming down, and knowing that his heavy hand is going to tan your nude ass is almost too much to bear.

            It has been another twenty minutes and I still just pace in my room. I am about to scream from the tension. Just get this over with, I scream in my head. I turn from the window and see the door open to my room. My dad walks in with a stone look on his face. He is sweaty, and wipes his brow with his fore arm.

            “Nathan, why are you here?” He glares at me as he says the phrase.

            “I was fighting with Beth, and I said a bad work, I am really sorry dad.” I stutter the whole sentence out.

            Dad walks into the room and sits on the bed. “Stand in front of me Nathan.” I follow his command. Putting his hands on either side of my waist, he looks me right in the eye. I want to turn away but know that I can’t. “No one in this house uses that kind of language and you know that. You are not some punk kid, I won’t stand for it.” He is not yelling but the tone of his voice is enough to make me cringe. “You know what you are going to get. I want you to tell me.” His hands are on the waist band of my shorts; his thumbs are touching my flesh.

            “You are gonna take me over your knee and spank me. Please don’t daddy, I am really sorry. It just slipped out. I didn’t mean it.” There is a large lump in my throat. I am holding back the tears.

            “I know you are sorry son, but I can’t let you get away with this. I told you that I would spank you again if I ever heard of you using bad language. I am not a liar, son. You have to learn to think before you speak son.”

            With that he pulled down my shorts, they were around my ankles before I knew it. I am now standing before my dad in my white under shorts, trembling. Dad again put his hands at my sides and slid his fingers between my flesh and my underwear.

“Please dad.” Is all I could say. He just looked me right in the eye.

            “Nathan, you are going to learn what is right and what is wrong on way or another. You were a brat and now you have to pay for it.” With that he slowly slid my under pants down first just exposing my pubic hair, then my penis. They then slide down to my ankles. I am standing only in my t shirt naked from the waist down. He then guided me over his knee, my penis pressed firmly against his hairy leg. My butt exposed to him, I have never felt so vulnerable.

            His hand gently rubbed my bare ass as he spoke. “You are becoming a man, and you will act like one. If this is the only way to get through to you then this is what I am going to do. I think fifteen swats will do for this time.” My dad’s hand raised into the air. I clenched my butt tight and waited for the first smack. I looked at the floor and my first tear fell onto the carpet.

“Daddy.” I whimpered.” I am sorry.”

“I know son, let’s get this over with.”

With that the first slap fell onto my naked butt, on the left cheek first. It stung so badly. His hand lifted off my ass again into the air, then the right cheek. I could feel the calloused skin on his hand leave a print on my tender butt. I sobbed openly. I want to be a man and not cry but I could not hold it back.

            “Nathan we will do this each time you miss behave. Eventually you will to act like a man.” SLAP!

            Each smack was followed by a few seconds of waiting for the next. They were slow, and hurt like hell. I made no attempt to cover my butt. My dad was in complete control and I was sobbing over his knee. Mostly from the fact that I had let him down, the spanking hurt but having him think less of me was far worse. I had lost count of the slaps. Only wanting to rub my butt and make the pain go away.

            “Two more son, your butt is very red; I can see you are getting the point. Let’s finish this up.”

            The last two smacks were fast and hard. I was breathing really hard and trembling. Tears still falling from the eyes.

            “We are done son.” His voice was quite and somehow soothing. I continued to cry as he rubbed my back and my butt. “Shhh, calm down. Nathan.”

            “Just remember this is not the last time this will happen. Behave yourself and it will be a long time before I have to take you over my knee again. Stand up son.” He lifted me off his knee. I stood before him rubbing my butt and whipping my tears away.

            “Get yourself together Nathan; I will see you in the garden in a while.” He kissed me on the forehead and walked out of my room.

             I looked in the mirror at my butt, it was bright red. Looking back I realize that dad’s spanking were not nearly as bad as they could have been. He knew that waiting for a spanking was the worst part for me.