Whoopin

My dad had ordered a new big screen T.V (65in). Our father decided to throw away the old one because it was a new house so he wanted new stuff to go inside. We had to help him bring it in the living room. After we did that our dad plugged it up and turnt it up as loud as he could.  Ontario and I were in the next room. We took our mattresses and stacked them on top of one another and started to jump.My brother and I were like 9 and 10 (me being the oldest) , so we didn't have much of an imagination of what we could do. Our dad told us to stop but we didn't hear him over the loud T.V. After he finally got tired of it he told our mom to go settle it. He was to tired to get up him self. She tried her best to whoop my brother and I, but we have become so immune it was like a feather going across us. Our dad decided to get a belt. When he walked in I saw a swirling vortex of red around his body. The cold black leather belt looked like it was smiling a grimly smile saying "I'm coming for you". The silk smooth shine told me "this is what happens when you don't obey".  The way the belt went across my backside was horrible. It was like thunder clapping, it was a continues whack after another. When he finally got done my bottom was red. I never knew I could turn red. Let me tell you we never jumped on another bed again.