“Fuck, Chad. Set it up to record on your own. I have homework. This isn’t high school anymore, I actually have to really fucking study. Otherwise, I’mout.”
“Stop your bitching, pussy. They aren’t going to throw you out after your first fucking semester. Not before they get their use out of you for fuckingbaseball.”
“I have to keep a certain grade pointaverage.”
“Don’t throw your fucking USC weight around with me. No one fucking cares, Ryan. Now, go use that mouth to make Mom some money. Marie should be here by the time they’re done withyou.”
I flipped him off as I yanked open the tattered screen door. Chad was drunk, but not drunk enough to ignore that. He quickly got to me and shoved me inside. All of the women were in the living room and could see. When I made eye contact with my mom, she lookedaway.
“Chad! Do not start a fight with him.” She sounded nervous. “All of my friends came here just to seehim.”
She was afraid that if Chad started throwing punches that the women would leave. The money would leave withthem.
“He was disrespectful aboutDad.”
There was no point in denying anything. My voice had never been heard. The women waited on the edge of their seats to see some fucking show while my mom and brother had some secretconversation.
“Why don’t you take your brother into your father’s den and give him a spanking for being a bad boy,” she suggested toChad.
Jesus fucking Christ. I closed my eyes while the heat and anger spread through my body. Giggles and muffled laughter came from the livingroom.
“Let’s go, little bro. You need a spanking,” Chad pulled me towards theden.
“Your eldest is going to spank your youngest?” one woman asked mymom.
“Yes, now that his father isn’t around to discipline him, Chad will haveto.”
“Can we watch?” another woman asked and voices of others agreeing that they’d love towatch.
“Well, yes. But, I’m going to have to charge a little extra. Let’s say another twenty dollarseach?”
All of the women agreed to the charge of watching me get my ass whipped. I quickly counted six women. One hundred and twenty dollars was just made at myexpense.
Chad led me by my arm to Dad’s desk that I’d been bent over thousands of times. I unbuckled my belt and folded my arms on top of the desk and rested my forehead on my forearms. At least here, my face was hidden for a while. The desk smelled like the beer and whiskey that had been spilled numerous times. The worst part of it all was that stench was forever engrained in my senses as “Dad.”
I concentrated on thinking about my baseball practice that weekend; nothing else. I was fighting for a starting position on the team. There were going to be some reserve players, and though I really wanted a starting position, I would be happy as a reserve. Anything that kept me away fromhere.
“Ooh’s” and “aah’s” from the spectating women started to drift into my head as Chad continued to whip my ass. But I went back to thinking about the baseball team. Our season picked up in full swing at the start of the spring semester. By then, I was going to be away from this fuckingplace.
The belt had stopped, and I focused on how my body felt and if “it” was going to embarrass mefurther.
“Stand up, Ryan, baby,” my momsaid.
Reluctantly, I stood. My pants slid down from my knees to my ankles, and I could hear the chatter and comments about my ass. A few women even pointed out the older marks on the backs of mylegs.
“Now, wait,” my mom hushed the crowd and tried to contain her own laughter. “This is the best part,” she laughed. “Ryan, baby, turnaround.”
I hated my life and hated mybody.
I shifted on my feet, not wanting to turn around. Chad laughed, grabbed my arm and spun me around so they could all have their laugh. I stood there and let them stare and laugh at my hard-on. I kept my eyes glued to thefloor.
“He likes it!” my mother shrieked as laughter consumedher.
Chad slapped my balls with his fingertips and grabbed my neck as I put my hand down to protect them. I put my hand over my abdomen while Chad reminded me that his girlfriend would beover.
“Have fun,pussy.”
Chad slapped my chest and went back outside to the porch, leaving me there with thevultures.
