BBQ

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We were at the neighbourhood BBQ across the street. It was a hot sticky day and all the kids were in the pool playing, while the adults sat watching and doing their own thing.

I was seven years old and dressed in just my bathing suit and wrapped around me my white terry cloth robe.

I had just dried off to get some food when one of the kids splashed me.

All of a sudden I shouted "You asshole, Jimmy - get away"

My father turned around quickly. "Richard! What did you say? Get over here now!". As I came over I muttered softly "Jimmy wet me daddy".

"That doesn't excuse your mouth son. I told you what would happen next time I heard those kind of words".

"I'm sorry, daddy"

"Come on, we are going home NOW!"

Dad reached out and grabbed my arm and marched me off, everyone one stood watching and he apologised that we were leaving so soon.

I walked in front if dad and covered my bottom expecting a smack which never came.

Daddy opened the door and pushed me inside, I started to cry and scream. "Please daddy, please don't, I'm sorry, please, I'm sorry".

Dad pushed me over to the sink and braced himself behind me, he turned on the water and grabbed the soap and began to lather it up.

"Open your mouth boy", he yelled, I stood tight lipped. "Open it NOW!". I refused and dad lifted my robe and gave me a solid smack on my bare, white leg.

I opened my mouth and screamed and dad shoved the bar of soap into my mouth.

"Aargh!", I spluttered and began spitting and pushing back into dad's waist. His eyes were wide with anger and he continued forcing the soap into my mouth and moving it around to make it lather even more.

This lasted a few minutes, me spitting and struggling to get away, but as usual daddy was the winner.

Dad put down the soap and said "That takes care of your dirty little mouth of yours, now your going to get what I promised you if you ever spoke like that again".

Dad pulled out a kitchen chair and sat down, I stood before him and he removed my robe. He put his fingers into the waistband of my bathers and peeled them down to my ankles. My skin was still wet and my little mounds were exposed to the cool air. I stood naked, my little body, white except the pink mark on my leg.

Dad spread his knees and pulled me over his left knee. Then he brought his legs together locking me into position, your right hand on my thigh and your left arm across my back.

As hard as I struggled, the only things I could move were my little feet, arms and head. My soft white behind was locked solid over your thigh, my little boyish mound sticking up in the air. He raised his hand and without a word, slapped it hard onto my bottom.

I screamed instantly and kicked my legs straight out, tightening my little bottom muscles.

A short pause and then another crack across my other cheek, again my legs kicked out and my bottom clenched together.

He then began the steady barrage of strokes on my quickly-redining tender flesh, Crack, Crack, Crack.

Dad was quiet as he punished me, he covered my whole bum with his hand and then started to speak, "You will learn little boy, even if I have to do this every day, I'm going to tan your hide so hard you won't sit down for a week".

Instead of a few more slaps and then stopping, he stopped using his hand and lent over and opened the drawer. Out came the hairbrush, "Oh, no please daddy, please no, I've learnt my lesson, I promise."

Ignoring my please he quickly administered the wooden back of the brush to my bottom.

Skilfully he moved the brush up and down my bottom and thighs. My little soft cheeks and smooth thighs were quickly turning from red to crimson. I was crying so hard it sounded like gurgling, I couldn't cry out any more.

Crack, crack, crack, the blows felt like hot coals stinging my little bottom and my whole body was becoming warm and tingly as my bottom was punished.

Finally he stopped, and I lay, limp and exhausted, sobbing.

"We are done for this time, I hope I don't have to do this again, but thats up to you. You will learn who is boss in this house, young man. Now, go to your room and go to bed. The party is over for you today".

Daddy helped me stand up and I ran off to bed, my hands reaching back to sooth my sore little bottom.