Not the kind of party Toby wanted

Toby's butt was burning, already having acquired a glowing pink hue. The youngster cringed in pain as Brett delivered another merciless storm of swats to his cheeks.

If Toby had known that his parents would have asked Brett to keep an eye on him from his house across the street while they are away, the high school senior would never have invited his friends over for party.

Brett clearly enjoyed punishing him. He smirked and teased Toby by taking a short break, caressing his butt gently just to make him feel a bit at ease before yet another sizzling landed on his tender behind.

“Toby, go get your dad’s belt!” Brett commands.

Toby hesitated but obliged and fetched the belt. He'd either have to accept Brett’s discipline or his parents would find out he had thrown a party, drinking before turning 21.

“It’s good your parents are away for another two days,” Brett said.

Toby gulped.