Bloody Whipping

I was raised in an WASP upper middle class home.  My father and his father both attended  Penn, which is an ivy league university.  I was scheduled to begin fall classes, at Penn, as a freshman last year.  But, while I was attending freshman orientation, I met two friends who talked me into smoking pot on campus. 

The university police caught us and we were arrested, and worst of all, expelled.  When I got home, my father said that I had shamed him and my grandfather.  I was sick of the whole thing, so like a dumb 18 year old, I said, "Fuck Penn" and ran up to my room.  I hadn't had a shower in days, so went into my bathroom and took a long hot shower.  My bathroom was in my bedroom, so I usually walked naked from the shower to my walk-in closet, where I kept my clothes.

  To my surprise, my father was waiting for me with a telephone cord behind his back. He said that no son of his was going to do drugs.  He grabbed me by my arm and whipped me with the telephone cord.  He gave ! me about 40 lashes on my naked butt and back.  I was crying like a baby and bleeding from two cuts on my rearend.  He said that I was his property and that I would never be too old for a whipping.