Dad comes to all of my games, usually just to watch. The one time I did pull a muscle, he insisted that I come lay down on the sidelines and let him work it out. He’s pretty good at it, since he used to coach a high school team.
As he kneaded my thigh with his fist, the game started to heat up. We both turned to watch, my injury momentarily forgotten. When my team narrowly missed scoring, Dad shouted in frustration, smacking his hand down full-force on my upturned butt.
I arched my back, overwhelmed by the unexpected sting. A few teammates looked over, bemused. “Dad, what was that for?!”
“Sorry, son,” he said sheepishly, jiggling the sore cheek. “Got caught up in the game. Just an instinct, I guess, with your butt in front of me.”
I shook my head. “Shit, Dad. Control yourself.”
“Hey!” He pinched my butt. Leaned in to whisper threateningly in my ear. “Lose the attitude, or you’re going to lose these boxers. Understand?”
I gritted my teeth. “Yes, sir.”
“You’ve earned yourself a spanking, son. Go to your room…and don’t forget to fetch Grandpa’s hairbrush on your way there. I’ll be up in 30 minutes and you’d better be stripped and ready to go over my knee!”
“When i’m finished with your ass, you won’t want to sit for a long time. But i’ll give you a while to stop crying after I’m done before you come down and apologize.”
HOT!!!! Shada’s bottom is BURNING RED!
During his first battle of the campaign, Second Lieutenant Shada was tasked with carrying a crucial message, but failed to carry out his duty after his horse stumbled and broke a leg.
Major Havelock gives the young officer a firm dressing down, but takes pity and offers him a final chance to save his career. Rather than face a court martial, Shada must suffer the punishment of a cadet, rather than an officer, one last time, and bend over for twenty lashes from his superior.
20 lashes tear up his naked cheeks leaving then stripped red!!!