When I was twelve, I woke up in the middle of the night and was thirsty. I went to the kitchen and got a glass of milk, then started back to my room. I heard my dad and step-mom talking in the dining room, but the door was closed. It was pretty close to Christmas and I got excited thinking they may have been talking about gifts, so I went to the door and pushed it open enough to hear and see a little through the crack. They had their backs to me, so I opened it enough to see clearly. My step-mom was leaned over the chair with her skirt up and her panties down. Dad had his belt out. My stomach got butterflies. He was telling her that there wa no need for her to raise her voice or get ill with him just because she had a bad day at work. He said she would get fifteen licks with the belt for yelling and fifteen with his hand for the housework being incomplete. He used the belt first,which was unusal to me, then sat down and pulled her over his lap. She was facing me and I was sure she saw me, but it was almost completely dark in there and she was crying pretty hard. He got to about the tenth lick when she yelled my name. My dad stopped and looked at her like she had lost her mind. Then he spotted me. I started to run, but he called me back in there. He told me I could sit in the chair next to them and wait. He finished her spanking, then called me over. I was made to pulled down my panties and bend over his lap. He spanked me fifteen times with his hand and told me that if he ever caught me spying again, he would take me in the front yard and spank me with a switch with my pants and panties down so that everyone could see. I never got caught again.