Well, living with parents when your growing up does have its advantages and disadvantages. The problems usually come when the demands of growing up interfere with the rules set by those same parents. And being on the HS cheerleading squad, those pressures are really great. Boys wanting to get in your panties, girls gossiping and rumors flying about which boy is after which girl, it can all be very hard to come to grips with. Lucky for me, in any event, that I didn't get my car till I was 18. But still, there were the parties and other HS functions a cheerleader was expected to attend.
When I got my car and driving privileges, I was so excited, I couldn't wait. A car represents freedom. Well, my parents knew what could happen when too much time was given over to parties and staying out, so they set a 9 pm curfew on school nights and an 11 pm curfew on Friday and Saturday nights, and a 1 am curfew on those nights when we had a game to cheer at. Well, I didn't want to test them out too soon, but eventually it happened.
The party after the game against our arch rival Marist HS (I went to St. Pius X in ATL) was in full swing, and all of the girls and guys were having a blast. The party was supervised, so there wasn't any drinking or other behavior going on, but still, it was a good time. But the clock continued to tick, and I knew I had to be getting on to home. I tried ducking out a few times, but there was always someone to drag me back. I didn't leave the party till it shut down at midnight. But I knew I was going to be late, so I called home, to let my parents know. They said to take my time and drive safe. And that's what I did.
Well, I pulled into the driveway at 1:20 in the morning, and parked the car, and went inside. I was still in my uniform, and there on the couch was my mom and dad, sitting there waiting. I knew I was in trouble by the looks on their faces, so I didn't go upstairs to my room, but rather I went into the living room, and sat down across from them. They gave me the "I'm glad your home safe, but you need to learn how to get home on time" speech. I told them what happened, and they understood, but they still said I was in trouble. Mom got up and went upstairs at that point, and dad called me over. I knew I was going to have my buns warmed.
I walked a little nervously over to my dad, and lay across his lap, bottom up. He lifted my cheerleading skirt over my back, exposing my rump. Then he began to pat it, to make me loosen up. He patted my bottom for a few minutes, then raised his hand, and brought it down onto my ass.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
