When I was 15 I was out with my boyfriend and another couple. We were up to no good drinking in a vacant home in our neighborhood. We'd been there a few hours and were pretty tipsy and we were apparently making too much noise. Unfortunately, the police were called and came to the house to investigate. We were all put in the back seat of the police car and driven home. My very strict father answered the door. After hearing what the police had to say he ordered me up to my room. I started to protest but saw the look in his eyes and did as I was told. Moments later he came into my room and without a word sat down on my bed. He pulled me to him and unhooked my belt. I started to cry as he pulled the belt out of the loops with a whoosh. He pulled my jeans down and pulled me over his knee. His hands quickly yanked my panties down and again without a word began spanking me so hard! He continued to use his belt on my bare bottom for almost 5 minutes. My bottom was a glowing dark red by the time he was done. I was told to stand in the corner while he decided the rest of my punishment. I cried quietly trying hard to not rub my bottom. He came back in and told me how disappointed he was in me and that this was not over. I would receive an old fashioned bare bottom spanking every night for a week. I don't think there was a day I could sit comfortably for two weeks.