What I Definitely Shouldn't Have Done

by SkyDiamond8

Johnny makes a bad decision but his dad is there to set him straight. This story contains parental spanking. If you don't like don't read!

I knew I shouldn't have done it. I knew when I did it and I knew it now as I sat on my bed, waiting for my dad to come whip some sense into me. I kinda blame Caden for this whole mess. Sure, he's out of town visiting his mom, but that's the whole problem! See, he's usually the sensible one. We both can make trouble but he's usually the one who thinks things through, and even though we usually still do the stupid thing, we get caught an awful lot less. This time though, I didn't think things through, and I definitely got caught.

One thing my family has always been strict about is drinking and driving. I'm 16 so I'm not really supposed to drink, and I don't for the most part, just the occasional party, ya know? Drinking alone my dad wouldn't be too mad about, I'd probably still get grounded or something, but could probably avoid a whipping if I were responsible about it. But drinking and driving, even just one beer, is one of the dumbest things a person can do as far as my dad, uncle and grandpa are concerned, and they let it be known through their threats of a bare ass whipping if Caden or me were ever caught intoxicated and behind the wheel.

So, I knew I was a dead man. Waiting for my dad I couldn't help but think back and wonder how I got into this mess in the first place. I may do a lot of dumb things but even I know how stupid and dangerous it is to drink and drive. How did I always get myself into these situations? It started with this girl I really like asking me to go to this party I really did not want to go to…

THREE DAYS EARLIER

"Johnny!" Katie yelled as she ran down the hall towards me.

"Hey Katie," I said. "Do you know my cousin?" I pointed towards Caden who was standing next to me. Caden waved a hello.

"Yeah, I think we have a couple of classes together. Hi Caden." She turned back towards me. "Listen, I'm going to a party this weekend, do you wanna come?" She looked at Caden. "You can come too if you want."

"Great! Who's party?" I asked.

"Well, I'm actually kind of chaperoning my sister and her friend a party. It's their first one and my mom was all nervous and didn't want to let her go so I said I'd tag along."

I stared at her. "A freshman party?"

She nodded hopefully.

"I don't know, Katie. I don't want to go a party with a bunch of younger kids I don't even know."

"Oh, please Johnny! I don't want to be the only older person there." She gave me sly smile. "I promise to make it worth your while."

I smiled back at her. "Well, that is a little more tempting."

She quietly begged while holding onto my shoulder. "Please please please please please."

I groaned, knowing I'd probably regret what I was about to say. "Fine. I'll go."

She practically squealed. "Oh, thank you Johnny! It will be so much more bearable with you there!" She looked at Caden. "What about you Caden?"

Caden chuckled. "As tempting as a freshman party sounds, I'll be out of town this weekend. Thanks anyway." He clapped me on the back as he walked away. "Have fun, cuz."

That night I asked my dad, and because I told him it was a lame freshman party that I was dreading going to he said yes almost right away.

"Lame party or not, the rules are the same though. No drinking, no drugs, no driving with anyone who was drinking, and home by 11. Is that clear?"

"Clear, dad. None, of that will be a problem, trust me. I'm just going to keep my friend company."

"A friend, huh?" Dad raised his eyebrows with a grin.

I gave a pout. "Yes, dad. A friend. Can't guys and girls just be friends?" I was hoping to be more than just friends with Katie, but my dad didn't need to know that.

"Of course, son. Didn't mean anything by it. Just figured it might be someone special if you're willing to go to a "lame freshman party" for her." He winked.

"Okay, dad." I rolled my eyes as I started towards my room. "Can I take the car and pick her and her sister up?" I asked giving my best smile.

Dad thought it over. "I'll tell you what, after school tomorrow if you wash it, inside and outside, you can take it. But you better be extremely careful with it, son. And all of your chores need to be done before you go."

"Got it, dad. Thanks!"

The next day after school I got home and did all my chores as fast as possible and got to washing the car. I was feeling a little bit more excited about the party tonight. I was hoping after getting Katie's sister to the party and making sure everything was on the up and up, we could sneak away to the car and make out. Katie had said she'd make it worth my while after all. As I got ready, I couldn't decide what to wear. I wanted to look nice, but not like I'd tried to hard since it's not really a real party. I settled on a soft flannel and pair of jeans, but the jeans had no holes, so I figured that was nice.

At 7:30 I left my house to pick up Katie and her sister Camilla. Camilla's friend Deanne was driving with us too. After I picked them up and we left Katie's house Katie pulled a small bottle of vodka out of her bag.

"You guys want to have a little pre-party?" She asked with a smile.

Camilla and Deanna cheered, and they all looked at me.

I stalled. "Uhm. No thanks, I'm driving. But I don't think my dad would be happy to know anyone was drinking in here."

Katie though for a moment. "Well, we'll be really careful… and we won't spill, okay?"

I knew that wouldn't be satisfactory for my dad, but I really like Katie and didn't want to disappoint her. Besides, dad never had to know. "Okay." I answered hesitantly.

The girls took a few chugs each from the bottle. By the time we pulled up to the party they were definitely a little tipsy. We walked right in the open door, and I was surprised to see how wild the party was. There were definitely more than just freshman there, there was a keg in the middle of the living room, people yelling and dancing and making out everywhere. Once Camilla and Deanna got settled Katie and I headed into that kitchen, I found some punch to drink and poured one for Katie and we headed outside to the patio where it was a little quieter and we could talk. We sat on some cushioned chairs, and I looked at Katie with a smile. Her long brown hair was hanging over a face a little, her cheeks were rosy from the alcohol, and her lips shined from a lip gloss she must be wearing.

"Thanks for inviting me tonight." I said, "This is not the party I was expecting though."

Katie giggled. "Yeah, I guess word got out about the party. Thanks for driving, sorry about the vodka I just thought it would help loosen everyone up a little bit. Guess we didn't need it." She said, signaling toward the house where the keg was.

"It's fine." I said, "My dad will never know." I chugged the rest of the punch, quenching a sudden thirst. "I'm really glad you asked me out tonight. I've wanted to ask you for a while, but I didn't know if you liked me."

"Why wouldn't I like you?"

"I don't know, just… I guess we come from different types of families, that's all. You live in a fancier house and… whatever, it doesn't matter."

"Johnny," She put her hands on my cheeks and looked into my eyes. "The size of my parents house has nothing to do with who I am. I like you because you are kind and honest and can always make me laugh. I don't care about who your family is or where you live."

I couldn't help but smile at that. I took her hand and kissed it. "I'm gonna get some more punch, you want some?"

She handed me her cup and I headed inside. When I came back Katie was staring at the sky, she seemed to be daydreaming about something.

"Hey." I said quietly as I tapped her. "Are you ok?"

She slowly looked at me and smiled. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm good."

I sat back down, and we both sipped some more punch. Then we just started kissing. It felt so right, it was like we were floating in the clouds of heaven, and all was right with the world. I could have stayed like that forever, and might have, if a sudden crash hadn't startled us out of our euphoria. I looked around and saw a couple kids laughing hysterically after they had apparently tripped over the fire pit. Luckily there was no fire in it. I looked back at Katie. "Wow, that was amazing."

"Yeah." She replied with a big smile.

I glanced down at my watch. 10:42. It took me a minute to process. I jumped up in alarm.

"10:42! Katie, we gotta go! I'm supposed to be home in 18 minutes!"

She jumped up and we ran inside looking for Camilla and Deanna. We finally found them playing a game of beer pong, and we practically had to drag them out of the there to get them to come with us. By the time we got to the car it was 10:56. No way dad wouldn't be waiting up for me. I was dead. As I started up the car, I started to feel a little weird. Like a lightheaded, happy, unstoppable feeling. I thought about the punch. Shit. 10 to one it had alcohol in it. I knew he shouldn't drive but I was already late and, really, I felt fine. I hadn't had too much. I put the car in drive and headed for Katie's house. On the drive I had to focus really hard to not swerve to the side of the road. Headlights and streetlights seemed extra bright, and it was hard to focus on the drive and the conversation at the same time. I convinced myself this was all because of the excitement of the night and my determination to get home. I pulled into Katie's driveway and, though I didn't want to, walked the girls to the door, I knew my dad would be mad if I wasn't a gentleman. When we approached the front step, the door opened, and Katie's father stood there.

"Running a little late, kids?" He asked, calmly.

"Yes. Sorry, sir." I replied.

"It just took us a few minutes to find Camilla when it was time to leave, daddy." Katie lied.

He stood there in the doorway, looking us all over. I tried to hide how nervous I was, but apparently this wasn't his first rodeo.

"You kids been drinking?" He was looking at me.

"No, daddy!" Katie started but he held up his hand. His eyes burned a hole through me.

"Johnny, were you or the girls drinking tonight?"

I stood silent for a moment. Lying to my dad was hard enough, but lying to another adult, especially one who's kids had been in my care. Them drinking was bad, but me as the driver, that was so much worse. I gulped down the giant lump in my throat. By now, all the girls were looking at me too. Everybody was waiting for me to answer and for once in my life I had nothing to say. I thought it over. If he's anything like my dad, he wouldn't have asked if he didn't already know the answer. I decided lying was not in my best interest.

I looked down at my shoes. "Yes, sir."

The girls looked at me with shock, as if I had stabbed them in the back. I looked at Katie and mouthed "sorry".

"Everyone inside." He sounded calm but I knew an order when I heard one. I followed the girls inside and to the kitchen. Katie's dad handed me the phone and told me to call my dad.

I was sitting at the table next to Katie, and she squeezed my hand before I turned the phone on and started to dial.

"Johnny?" My dad sounded pissed already.

"Hi, dad."

"It's almost 11:30. Where are you?"

"Dad, I- I'm at Katie's. I need you to come and get me."

"Why? What happened to the car?"

"Nothing dad, the car is fine. I-" I cleared my throat. "I just can't drive it."

"I'm already irritated, Johnny, and I'm not in the mood for this beating around the bust. Tell me what the hell is going on, NOW!"

"Yes, sir. I've been drinking so I can't drive the car. I'm sorry, dad."

Dad was quiet for a minute. "Son, I'm not happy about the missed curfew or the drinking, and we will have a long talk about that later, but it was responsible of you to call me for a ride instead of driving. I'm proud of you."

I am scum.

"Wait," Dad stalled. "If you've been drinking, how did you get to Katie's? Did you let someone else drive my car?"

"No, sir."

"Explain!" I could hear dad putting his keys in the ignition of the truck on his way to get me.

"I drove the girls home, dad."

"Had you been drinking?"

I was silent. I couldn't bear to say the words.

"ANSWER ME NOW, JOHNATHON!"

That startled me, and I let the tears welling up in my eyes fall in spite of myself. "Yes, sir." I whispered.

"So, you drove after drinking? Why could you drive to Katie's but not back home?" His voice was at a menacing growl now.

"Well, Katie's dad asked if I had been drinking and when I said yes he told me to call you."

"So, you were going to drive drunk again. The only reason you didn't is because another adult stopped you, is that right son?"

My tears were free flowing at this point. I was thankful Katie's father had taken all the girls upstairs to get ready for bed, so nobody was witness to my blubbering. "Yes, sir."

"Johnny, I am five minutes away. You sit your butt on the nearest chair or couch and you do not move a muscle until I get there. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Go." And he hung up.

My tears flew faster as I audibly sobbed. I had screwed up so bad, my dad would probably never trust me again, I had let him down. And I knew my ass was going suffer terribly for it.

I sat back on the kitchen chair and every minute felt like an hour. Katie's dad came in and I told him my dad was on the way. All too soon I heard the roar of my father's truck and knew I was dead meat. My only hope was that he would wait to beat my ass until we got home and not right here in basically my girlfriend's kitchen.

Katie's dad answered the door, and I heard my father's loud bark. "Where is he?"

"He's in the kitchen."

My dad stormed in, pulled me up off the chair and wrapped me in a giant hug. He held me there for at least 15 seconds before releasing me, grabbing arm, turning me to the side and swatting me 5 hard times with his hand.

"Look at me." He said gently after releasing my arm. It took everything I had but I managed to raise my head and look my father in the eye. "Son, I love you so much, and most times I am so proud of you. But this was the most stupid and dangerous thing you've ever done. This is serious, you're in a lot of trouble."

Somewhere in the shock of how quickly my dad could arrive, hug and hit me I had stopped crying, but with these words my tears flowed anew. The punishment I had coming was going to be hell, but it was the disappointment in my dad's voice and knowing how little trust he would have in me from now on that really hit me.

"I know dad, I'm sorry. I'm really really sorry."

My dad gave me another hug, then told me to wait in the truck while he talked to Katie's dad. I was waiting outside for about five minutes when dad came out. We drove in silence. Dad, too angry to speak and me, too ashamed. When we got home dad ordered me inside to my room to wait for him. So, that's how I ended up here, waiting for my dad to whip the stupid out of me.

I could hear my dad in the living room talking to my grandpa and uncle, who had woken up from my phone call, about what happened. Grandpa is yelling, telling dad to let him have a crack at me too. Uncle Sam just sounds surprised, like even he didn't think I would do something that stupid. One thing is for sure, I can look froward to constant lectures about the dangers of drinking and driving from all three of them for the foreseeable future. Great. I hadn't even noticed that the voices stopped, but suddenly there was a small knock on my door and dad came in. The way he towered over me when he is standing and I am sitting made me feel even smaller than I already felt. I felt like a little child waiting to be yelled at for doing something bad. Well, I guess that is what I am. I like to think of myself as grown up but really I'm just a stupid kid. I would do well to remember that more often.

Dad pulled up my desk chair and sat backwards on it, facing me. "What happened tonight, kid? You promised me two days ago none of this would happen." Dad raised his eyebrows and started talking with his hands. "You said it wasn't even a real party, that it was lame. How did it go from that to this?"

I sighed. "I dunno, dad."

Dad got serious then. "Johnathon, that has never been an acceptable answer and it sure isn't now. Look at me and tell me the truth. You acted like a child tonight, at least act like a man now and take responsibility for what you've done."

My dad's words hit me like a ton of bricks. I cleared my throat, wiped my tears, and raised my head to look my dad in the eye. "Yes, sir. Tonight, on the way to the party the girls pulled out some vodka in the car. I asked them not to drink it, but they convinced me. I didn't drink any though. Once we got to the party, we realized it was bigger than we thought but we still just grabbed some punch and went to sit outside. I swear I didn't know the punch had alcohol in it… at least not at first. I guess after a while I kind of realized it might have alcohol, but I still didn't stop drinking." I couldn't hold my dad's gaze for the last sentence, and I looked down at my feet as fresh tears began to fall.

Dad gently held my chin with his land and lifted it until I was looking at him again. "Go on, son." His voice was serious but gentle.

I sniffled and wiped my face on my hand. "Katie and I started kissing and lost track of time. When I looked at my watch it was already almost 11 so we went to find her sisters. When we got back to the car is when I really felt the alcohol, but we were already gonna be late and I didn't want to be in any more trouble. Obviously, that was a mistake."

"Yes, it was definitely a mistake! Son, I'm glad to see you seem to have remorse for what you've done, but considering you were planning to drive again I don't know if it's remorse for your actions or just fear about the whipping you have coming!"

Hearing him say the words was so harsh. Sure, I knew what was coming but hearing him confirm it made my stomach twist in knots.

"I know I've got the worst punishment of my life coming, dad, but I really am sorry. I know what I did was terrible. I could have hurt someone, myself or the girls, or even a stranger. I swear I would never do this! I mean, I know I did do this, but I would never willingly do this. I mean, I don't know I just- " My rambling had become incoherent.

'Okay, shhhhh." Dad rubbed my arm and wiped the tears from my eyes. "I know, son. We all do really stupid things at some point in our lives. Even things we would never think we could do. It just seems to happen. I understand, I've been where you are. We'll get past it, and you'll be okay. Okay?"

I nodded. "Okay, dad."

"Listen son, I know sometimes it can seem like the most embarrassing thing to have to call your parents, especially to a party, but trust me, it's not. I may get mad at you, but I will always help you and support you, and I'll always forgive you." Dad pulled me in for a hug. We held each other for a long time, and I squeezed him so tight it started to hurt my arms.

Finally, dad pulled me off. "Okay son, now we need to talk about your punishment." I nodded. "First, you are grounded for two months. You go to school, and you come home and that's it. Absolutely no objections so don't even ask!"

I nodded again. "Yes, sir."

"Second, your car privileges are provoked for six months." My mouth dropped and dad held up a hand. "Again, it is firm. No arguments, and I reserve the right to extend it if I feel necessary. Do you understand?"

I knew I was in absolutely no position to argued, so I answered, "Yes, sir."

"Third, you will take a three-mile run at 0500 for the two months you are grounded. Every day. No exceptions!"

I groaned. Dad gave me a sharp look. "Don't you even think about complaining, boy. You are on paper thin ice already!"

I put my hands up. "I know, sir. I'm not, I'm sorry."

"Good. Now, any breach of these punishments will result in further punishment. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Well," He began to unbuckle his belt. "Let's get this over with."

I blanched. The sight of my father's belt would never not intimidate me. That strap of leather had reinforced many lessons my father had intended to teach me and was about to do so again. He pulled the belt from it's loops and motioned for me to lay over the end of the bed on the pillows he had laid there. He reached under me and unsnapped my jeans, then he pulled them and my boxers down to my ankles. I could feel my heart start racing as I felt the cool air on my now bare ass.

"Count em, son." The first lick fell so hard I didn't even have time to say "yes, sir."

"One, sir."

Just as the pain from the first was starting to settle in, the second blow landed.

"Ah, t-two, sir."

The next few came faster, and it was getting harder for me to get the count off in time.

Suddenly one hit the top of my thighs and I almost screamed. "AHHH! S-sssss-ssseven, s-sir."

Dad paused for a moment to reposition and then landed the next lick just below the last.

"Yahhh-ooo. E-eight, sir."

I hated when my dad made me count the licks. He reserved this for extreme punishments. Having to count the licks makes it impossible to get your mind off what was happening. It made the whipping that much more excruciating.

WHACK!

"Ooof! Nine, sir."

WHACK!

"Ah! Ah! T-ten, sir."

WHACK

"Eh! Eh! Eh! Eleve-"

WHACK

"N, sir- AHHH! T-twelve, s-sir,"

I was sobbing. My eyes were burning with tears, my throat was burning from yelling, and my ass was burning from each vicious lick. I didn't think I could take anymore but dad wasn't done yet.

WHACK

"Ahh! P-please, dad. P-please!"

Dad didn't care for begging but I was desperate.

"Count it, Johnny!"

The only thing that escaped my lips was a huge, blubbing sob.

WHACK "COUNT IT, SON!"

"AHHHH! Th-thirteen, s-s-sir!"

WHACK

"Fa-fourt-teen, sir!"

WHACK

"OWWWWW! OW! Fifteen, sir!"

WHACK

"Six-sixteen, sir!"

The pain in my ass was radiating up my back and down my legs, I felt like my body was on fire. I heard dad threat his belt back into his jeans. I let out a shuddering breath as I wiped the tears from my face. I slowly pushed myself off the bed and winced with from the pain. I pulled my boxers gingerly up over my burning ass but kicked my jeans off. I wanted as little material on my ass as possible.

"Son." Dad's voice was steady and calm. "Look at me."

I raised my eyes to look at him. His eyes were red rimmed and wet. He had been crying too.

"Son, I love you more than anything. I will do anything for you, and you know that. I give you a little leeway with your antics sometimes because I remember what it was like to be a teenage boy. But tonight, you went far beyond teenage antics, and your punishment had to reflect that. I want you to learn from this, son. Because next time you could kill somebody, and I don't want to have to repeat this punishment."

I gently shook my head. "Me neither. I promise dad, I will never drink and drive again."

"Good. And in the future, if you find yourself in a situation where you've had some drinks and need to get home, you call me. You call me, or Grandpa, or Uncle Sam. Any of us would drop everything to help you in a second, and you better take advantage of that when the alternative is something dangerous."

"I will, dad. But don't worry I don't plan to drink again for a long, long time."

"Glad to hear it, son." He gave me another hug and a kiss on my forehead. "It's late, you better get some sleep."

I looked at the clock. "Dad, it's already almost 2 in the morning. Do my runs have to start tomorrow or can we wait a day?"

Dad narrowed his eyes at me. "What do you think?"

I sighed. "I think I'll see you in about 3 hours, sir."

"That's right, son. Good night, Johnny. I love you."

"Love you too, dad." I said as I crawled into bed stomach down.

It seemed as soon as I fell asleep dad was waking me up again for my run. It took me almost an hour to run the miles because my ass hurt so bad. I ended up walking most of it, which dad didn't mind. He just wanted the miles done. When I got back home, I showered and went to the kitchen for some breakfast. Uncle Sam was making himself a fruit salad.

I grabbed a piece of toast off the table and took a bite. "Morning, Uncle Sam."

"Morning, Johnny. How ya feeling?"

I squinted. "I've been better, I guess."

"Yeah, I'm sure you have. Hey, sit down." He pointed to the chair next to the one he was about to sit in.

"Uh, no thanks Uncle Sam, I'll stand."

His voice got a little harsher. "Sit down, Johnny."

It was an order. I lightly groaned but walked over to the table. I winced as my ass touched the chair.

"What's up Uncle Sam?"

What's up," He raised his eyebrows. "Is that stunt you pulled last night. I want to talk to you about it."

"Uncle Sam, I already talked to dad about it."

"Well, now you're gonna talk to me. You think your dad's the only one who would be affected if something happened to you?"

I blushed. "No, I guess not. Sorry, Uncle Sam."

"Look Johnny, I know you probably didn't intend to be drinking and driving when you left last night, but you can't let teenage hormones and party excitement distract you from making good choices. Life is going to be full of temptations and hard decisions and you need to be confident enough in who you are to be able to make the right choices."

"I know, I'm sorry." And I really was. I had no idea how much my choices could affect the people around me.

"You know I love you, kiddo. I may not be your dad, but I've helped raise you like one and I like to think we have a pretty special relationship. You need to know you can come to me for anything. Even if you feel like you can't talk to your dad about something, you can come to me. Anything to make sure you never make a decision like that again.

"Yes, sir. Thanks, Uncle Sam." I stood and gave him a hug. It was comforting to know I had so many people who loved and cared about me.

After breakfast I had to go with dad and Uncle Sam to Katie's house to get the car. I apologized again to Katie and her parents and Katie, and I said goodbye since aside from school we wouldn't be seeing each other for a long while. Before dinner Grandpa cornered me in the living room and gave me a lecture much like Dad and Uncle Sam's. He told me about how dad had been caught drinking and driving when he was 16, and Grandpa had given him a licking that put the one dad gave me to shame. I guess now I know why this issue hits so hard for dad.

I went to bed early after dinner, I was exhausted, and my ass hurt. When dad woke me for my run on Sunday morning the pain in my ass had become more of a throbbing ache. After my run and a quick shower, I was still so tired that I laid down for a nap. When I woke up, I saw Caden reading on his bed across the room from me.

"Morning, sunshine!"

"Hey." My voice sounded groggy. "When did you get home?"

He checked his watch. "Bout an hour ago. Heard you got your ass handed to you this weekend."

"You heard about that, huh?" I said as I slowly and carefully sat up. "Isn't that great."

"Did you really drive drunk?"

I rubbed my eyes with my hands. "Yeah, I did."

"Wow… that was fucking stupid."

I looked sideways at him. "Really?"

"What, you don't think it was?" He sounded almost angry.

"No." I said defensively. "I mean, I do. I just- I just don't need another lecture from you."

He looked softly at me. "Yeah, well. Don't be such a bonehead then. I may not leave town again if this is the shit you're gonna get up to when I'm gone."

I smiled. "Well, you are the sensible one."

We were silent for a moment. Caden went back to his book, and I started to change.

"Johnny?" He looked up from his book again.

"Yeah, C?"

"Seriously, don't ever do that again. Okay?"

I pulled my shirt down over my head and looked him in the eye. "No, man. I won't."

THE END