There'll Be Storms (Spanking Story)

Chapter 17

He came into the garage, still as pissed off as he was a few moments ago and I instantly felt a drop in my stomach when he reached behind him and grabbed a stick laying in the corner. It wasn't that thick but that would only make the sting worse, it definitely wasn't plucked off the ground either because it was long and smooth with no rough edges so he probably pulled it out of an old fly swatter.

"Drinking? Partying? Cody, you're eleven. You're far too young for that but clearly you didn't learn the first time I brought this to your attention." He scolded me.

"We were supposed to be back before you..."

"That's what you're really going to say right now?" His eyebrows raised and he almost smiled. "Well since you clearly have no remorse for what you did and since you don't think you did anything wrong, we can just get right to your spanking."

The word rolled off his tongue and left a shiver in my spine. I never heard Charlie say it before but he really laid it on heavy.

"Pants off and bend over that railing." He pointed to the other side where there was a short railing to divide a section of the garage for the lawn mower.

"But Charlie it was just alcohol. It's not like we were doing drugs, kids do it all the time..."

"I don't care what you think other kids are doing, they are not my kids. You are my kid and you will not act like this."

"I know, but we were safe..."

"Cody if you don't get over there now it is going to be a lot worse."

"No please, you just need to listen..."

"I am your father! You listen to me." He hollered as he cupped the underneath of my arm and brought me to the railing.

He bent me over sternly and pushed down on my neck to release some of his frustration.

"I'm tired of having to repeat myself with you." WHIP. He hit me once with the stick and I felt an instant sting. "If I tell you to do something then you do it instantly, do you understand?" WHIP. He hit again.

"Ouch!" I yelled as this one seemed to hurt more than the last one.

"Answer me." He hit me again and walked closer to my side, waiting for an answer.

"Yes sir." I spit out at him as I looked for something to grab ahold of.

WHIP. WHIP. WHIP. WHIP. WHIP

He began hitting in a series of five, stopping only long enough for me to gasp to catch my breath. WHIP. WHIP. WHIP. WHIP. WHIP

"Please! That hurts so much!" I cried out but he ignored me and continued to bring the stick down.

WHIP. WHIP. WHIP. WHIP. WHIP. WHIP. WHIP.

He stopped for a brief moment to adjust my position because my legs couldn't stand to hold me up anymore. I saw one of his legs resting in between the railing slots and that seemed to be the only thing nearby that I could grab.

WHIP. WHIP. WHIP. WHIP. WHIP. WHIP.

With another ten intensive hits to my backside, my rear was on fire and I had a horrible headache since I couldn't stop sniffling and Charlie showed no sign that he planned to stop or even slow down soon. I decided to not grab but punch him right in his shin because I couldn't stand any more of the pain. His hand lifted from my back and I fell off the railing and onto the floor on my rear.

"Did you really just hit me?" He barely even noticed because he was a building compared to me but he was still angry.

"I...I..." I stopped to finally catch my breath and that's when the pain started to multiply. I guess not breathing was a great distraction for the red marks on my ass.