Alice Cooper rounded up all the kids that were at Nick's party and there parents. Alice told the other parents how all the kids partook in the Jingle Jangle. Most of the parents were shocked and pissed about the poor decision the kids had made.
Fred Andrews looked at his son. "Go home Archie, and wait in your room. When Archie didn't move Fred grabbed his bicep and pulled the boy towards him. Fred whispered in his son's ear, "If you would prefer me to punish you in front of all your friends that could be arranged." With that Archie left the Cooper house, walking to his own, straight up to his room. Less than 5 minutes later he heard his father enter the house. Fred didn't immediately go up to Archie's room, he thought it would be good to make Archie wait a little bit. Meanwhile Archie sat on his bed nervous about how his father would punish him. Please don't let him spank me he thought. About an hour later Fred made his way to his son's bedroom. "Come here Archie." He told his son. Archie obeyed hearing the stern tone in his father's voice. Fred grabbed his son's arm and gave him six hard swats on his backside. "Go get my belt." Fred told his son.
"Dad, please don't. I'm sorry please don't whip me." Archie pleaded to his father.
"Archie, go get my belt, the leather on, I will not ask you again." Fred said sternly.
Archie walked slowly to his father's bedroom, searching in the dresser for his father's leather belt. Once he found it he walked back to his room, tears already filling his eyes. He handed the weapon of total ass destruction to his father. Please let this be short he thought.
Fred doubled the belt over and told his son to bend over his desk. SMACK, the fist lick landed hand on Archie's backside. The second swat felt even harder. Archie was really crying now. The third forth and fifth swats landed in rapid succession. Archie was silently counting the swats in his head. Please be done soon he thought. Six, seven, eight. Archie was fighting the urge to stand up and block the next wack. Nine, ten. "DAD PLEASE STOP." Eleven Twelve. "I LEARNED MY LEASON I SWEAR." thirteen, fourteen. Fred tossed his belt on Archie's bed.
"Stand up Archie, I'm done." Archie stood up and attempted to rub the sting out of his butt. "Absolutely not." Fred bellowed. He grabbed Archie's arm and landed 3 hard swats on to his son's backside. "Sit down Archie, we need to talk." Archie sat gingerly on the edge of his bed, wincing as his butt made contact with the bed. "Why Archie."
"I don't know dad, I'm sorry."
"It was dangerous and reckless. NEVER AGAIN ARCHIE. Next time it will be a switch." He told is son.
"Okay okay I'm sorry." Archie responded
The next day at breakfast his father told him that that he would be picking up trash as punishment.
"Really Dad, can't you just ground me?" Archie asked.
Fred almost chuckled. "Yeah, because that worked out so well last time you were grounded. Remind me, how many times did you sneak out while you were grounded?" Archie rolled his eyes, lucky for him Fred didn't see. "You put that garbage in your body, it's only fitting that you spend some time picking up garbage." Fred told his son.
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