Dad started whaling on my ass.

This story is absolutely true...and it's embarrassing to think about even now as I sit here writing this.

I was a freshman in my first semester of college and I was really screwing up in my classes. I had good intentions when I came to school, but, man the girls... the beer... the parties... the freedom of being on my own, it was all I could think about.

My midterm grades sucked, I had just gotten them a few days before. I remember it was Saturday morning and my roommate and I were both sacked out in bed when I heard a knock on the door. I rolled out of bed and went to the door, I was about to open it when I realized I had nothing on but my briefs, I thought what the hell, it was only guys in the dorm, so I had nothing to worry about. I opened the door and I was shocked to see my old man standing there looking me up and down and not looking very happy.

Dad... hey what are you doing here?

I came to check up on you Todd and I have to admit I'm not happy with what I am seeing.

The room was a mess and I tried without success to kick the beer cans under the bed. I was just glad Kyle down the hall had borrowed our bong last night, that would have really set the old man off.

I looked over as Matt, my roommate stretched and opened his eyes. I introduced him to my Dad who had an unimpressed look on his face. It started to dawn on me that Dad must have already gotten a copy of my grades and had come down here to straighten things out. I was not looking forward to a lecture.

Dad said that we needed to have a talk and he asked Matt to please step outside please. Matt yawned and got out of bed. He was not the modest of guys and as usual he was buck-naked. Great. Dad just shook his head.

Matt grabbed a towel and mumbled that he was going to hit the shower. He shot me a glance on the way out and his look told me that he knew I was in some kind of trouble. He shot me the "devil horns" hand signal and stumbled out the door.

Dad closed the door behind him and then it was just him and me. He pulled out my grades form his jacket pocket and waved them in front of me. Then he started to lecture me.


Damn, I felt like I was back in high school . I sat on the bed as he stood over me, giving me hell. I reached down to pick up a shirt to put on and Dad told me to drop it, said I wasn't going to need it. I looked up at him and that was the first inkling I had that I might be getting my ass beat.

He told me that he knew there were temptations that were hard to resist when you left home for the first time, but that I had to keep my eye on the ball. He was paying hard earned money to put me through school and he was damned if I was going waste it.

He said it was time I understood how important this was and he had come all the way down here to make sure I understood it. He gave me that look that only your Dad can give you, and I realized I was about to get an ass whippin. Dad pulled out my desk chair and sat down on it and slapped his knee motioning me to get over it. He told me that a good hard spanking what just the wake-up call I needed.

Damn...I was screwed. I should have seen this one coming. When we were growing up, old man never hesitated to give me and my brothers a spanking or tan our hides with his belt if we got out of line.

My brothers were always getting into trouble and I gave him ample of reason to bust our behinds. In the last few years of high school though, I never gave him a reason to whip my butt, so I guess I figured I had gotten too old to get spanked.

Man was I wrong.

My dad was a contractor for many years and worked construction before that. I had no doubt that he could take me out if he wanted to and I had no desire to give him a reason. If he decided I was going to get spanked... then I was damn well going to get spanked, no matter how old I was. It was just that way in our family.

I begged him not to do in the dorm. I asked him to drive me home and do it there if I had to get punished, told him I would take double the licks. All the guys are going to hear me get it!

He said me there was no way he was going to drive me all the way home and then back again just for a spanking. He said he didn't care if everyone heard, I should have thought of that when I was out partying instead of studying for my midterms. I could see his was mind was set and no one was going to change it.

All right son, get over my knee. NOW! I had no choice, if I refused I had little doubt he would threaten to stop paying for my education. I was smart enough to know that a spanking was a small price to pay for a college education.

Hell I deserved it anyway. So I got down over my Dads knee with nothing on but my rather skimpy briefs and Dad started whaling on my ass.

It had been over 4 years since I had gotten spanked by my old man, but it still hurt like hell. It wasn't long before he lit a fire to my backside, as I bucked up and down over his knee. Apparently he was not satisfied that he was getting through to me so he pulled down my underwear and giving my bare bottom a good hard smacking.

The sound that his callosed hand made across the naked skin of my ass echoed in the room and I know was heard from one end of the dorm to the other.

My worst fears were realized when I heard a loud knock on the door, My father paused and told who ever was outside to come in. The door opened and it was Milton, our Dorm RA he stood there with his mouth agape... I could see the rest of the guys in the dorm pilled up behind him trying to get a look in the room and there I was, over my Dad's knee, naked except for my underwear which was pushed down around my ankles getting a spanking from my father.

Talk about total and complete humiliation. I knew I would never live it down. Milton asked if everything was OK and Dad told him that he and I were having a little father/son chat and that we would be done in another half hour or so and would he mind closing the door. Matt just said "Yes Sir" and then slowly closed the door. Dad resumed the spanking immediately with even more vigor.

Matt who was stuck outside our room with only a towel, said that Milton had tried to get all the guys to break it up and go back to their rooms, but as soon as he had returned to his own room they all came out and hung around our door to hear me get my licks.

After another ten minutes of hard spanking Dad finally let me get up. The entire spanking had lasted a good 15 to 20 minutes and my ass was burning hot and chapped. You could have fried and egg on it!

Damn it hurt, but I figured he was not done with me yet. I jumped up rubbing my sore backside and I saw that Dad was unbuckling his belt and pulling it out from the loops in his pants. I realized he was not done punishing me by a long shot. Without a word he grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and bent me down over the wood frame at the foot of my bed. I reached out and grabbed a handful of sheets, cause I knew what was coming. I looked back over my shoulder as he doubled over his belt and he gave it three quick snaps.

Well, you can guess what came next, I got my ass whipped but good! He made me count off as he gave me 36 hard licks with the belt. I tried to take it like a man, but my ass was already so sore from the spanking that I couldn't help but give out the occasional yelp like the whipped pup I was.

The guys out in the hall heard every lick I got. Those old dorm rooms in the seventies had paper thin walls you could hear everything that went on in the next room. From that day on, my nick name around the dorm was spanky... the guys gave me pure hell over the next couple of years!

If we were sitting around bored in the dorm, one of the guy would inevitably pull off his belt, double it over and start snapping as each of the guys took turns reenacting the sounds of my spanking, which would always break everybody up laughing. I took it with good humor, but it always left my ears burning a bright red which made the guys laugh even harder.

One thing is for sure... I really busted my at ass from then on and put my nose to the grindstone. I never gave my Dad another reason to visit my dorm for another father/son chat with the end of his belt!

Even though I'm older now and have two sons of my own that will be heading to college soon, it still leaves me red faced thinking about that day.

Even though it was one of the most embarrassing moments of my life, it was also one of the most instructive and I thank my Dad every day for that spanking. And I will tell you this, if my sons have the same problem in their freshmen year of collage I won't hesitate to give them a similar kick in the pants.