I stood with my nose in the corner and my belt and work pants pooled around my ankles. My face was red and wet as the frustration tears streamed down my face.
"You better keep that coin on the wall Nai." My father warned as he walked past me. "I am." I angrily responded. "You still want to keep that tone with me?" he asked, and I said "No." trying to sound less annoyed.
I was standing here because my job had notified my father, of all people, that I had showed up to work drunk multiple times. Why they would do that I have no idea. I'm fucking 25 years old, I can hold my own, I didn't need this.
"So you think it's more important to get drunk and party at night than to show up to work in the morning sober?" he asked, and I replied with "No." again. "Well that's what it seems like." he said, and I heard him pull his leather belt from his pants.
"Dad I'm an adult I don't need a spanking." I pleaded turning around and letting the coin fall. He watched it as it spun in circles on the hard wood floor and I instantly regretted it. "Didn't I tell you to keep that coin on the wall?" He asked, and I nodded bending down to pick it up.
"Leave it." he commanded popping the back of my thigh making me stand up rubbing it. "I'm sorry." I stammered trying not to catch another attitude. I felt like a child being scolded and my dignity was slowly leaving me.
"Get over here, you know the drill. Just like when you were a teenager." He stated sitting down on the couch. "Dad I am not about to strip and bend over your knee like I'm 18 again." I protested crossing my arms. "What makes you think I'm giving you a choice." He snarled looking over at me.
My dad was a tall muscular man in his forties, and he had blonde hair that was usually pulled back in a bun. He didn't look at all his age and many people mistook him as my slightly older brother.
I stood there watching him as he rose to his feet. I tried to back up but was met with the corner of the wall. "Do I need to repeat my orders boy?" he asked, and I just stood there staring at the floor. He then grabbed a fist full of my hair and walked me back to the couch.
"Dad please, I'm sorry. I won't do it again. I'll straighten up." I begged as he pulled off my white button up. I tried to force my legs tightly shut, but he pulled my briefs down anyway. "Father please, I don't want a spanking." I begged as he leaned me down over his lap.
"Then maybe you'll think about this spanking every time you feel the need to open a bottle of Vodka on a night when you have to work in the morning." He snapped pulling my ass up into an easily accessible position.
I hadn't felt so humiliated and belittled in 7 years. I was once again bent over my fathers knee about to get a belted spanking. Furthermore, I squirmed as he rubbed and squeezed my butt softening it up. I wasn't as tall as my dad neither was I as muscular, I even had more fleshy thighs as well as an ass compared to his manly features.
I wiggled more and he tightening up his grip around my waist. "Dad please, I won't drink anymore I swear." I said almost breaking down and giving in. "Your still getting your ass whipped." He said and gave me my first 5 smacks. "Ouuuchhhh dad, be softer." I whined trying to cover my buttocks with my hand.
"Nope Naimehr, you know good and well I'm not about to do that." He said bringing down the belt again five more times. He wasn't at all being lenient or merciful with his whacks and my ass was not appreciating it.