A Jack Wells Production
Over all, it was a pretty corny, but totally great weekend. Uncle even let you and your cousin sleep in, then he came home from work at lunch to take you home.
When you arrive home, you notice something's wrong. Your video consoles are missing, you can't turn on your stereo, your TV, or your computer. When you look, there's some kind of gizmo locked around the power cords so they can't be plugged in. The family computer now has a password on it.
You call Dad.
Dad asks about your weekend. He doesn't really like you to call him at work, but he seems interested, asks questions, and he seems happy you had a good time. Finally, you ask him about your stuff.
"And did you know there's a password on the computer now, Dad?" you finish.
"Yes, I do. Did you know that you left your backpack on the coach, didn't feed the animals or clean their bowls and the cat box, and that the laundry hamper and trash can in your room were both full after you left?"
"Oh. So I'm grounded?"
"I haven't decided yet."
"But, Dad - that sucks. Couldn't you do something else?"
Dad is willing to drop the restrictions, but only if you can convince him. He assures you that he doesn't mind doing the chores so much, it's that you were irresponsible and broke your word to him. To be fair, you did kind of promise to do those things before you left, when he gave you double allowance for the week, so you'd have some extra spending money for the visit.
You hang up the phone and grimace pensively.
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You know what he meant when he offered to let you off the restrictions, though. When you were little, he used to spank you as often as you needed it. With his hand at first, but, as you got older, he added a small paddle, a brush, his belt, a bath brush, a larger paddle. He said he liked to use a variety so you (and your butt) didn't get too accustomed to anything. You think it worked, because you bawled every time he decided you needed to, and your spankings always seemed to hit you harder than your friends did them (unless they were downplaying things, which, come to think about it, you did to them about your own).
Over dad's lap, the side of your bed, a chair, the arm of the sofa, the backseat of the car one time... At your house, church, Grandma's house, a car more than once, a hotel... The one thing that's remained constant about your whuppings is that they're always on your bare butt.
So, how bad do you want out of your restriction? Do you hope Dad only goes two or three days? If not, what are you going to suggest he use? What position? How many? Will you be ready and waiting to get it when he gets home, or will you wait until he agrees?