Belt Spanked For Drinking and Driving

Pulling up in front of the house at dawn and parking the car crooked like a blind dummy, and then stumbling inside with your equilibrium spinning like a dreidel, are not the actions of a person with their sights set on success. Such is the story on this fine morning, as Cheryl bumps her way down the hall and falls into bed without even flossing or taking her vitamin. Awoken a few hours later, because Pop figured it would all be useless if she was too blacked out to even remember, she is quickly tutored on the finer points of not being an idiot. Up to here with her carelessness, Pop unsheaths his belt, causing Cheryl to feel that sinking feeling that she thought she had forgotten. "Is he actually gonna SPANK me?....I'm a fucking adult dammit!" she thinks. Suddenly her fears become a reality as she is ordered to lay down and pull her underwear down so as to get a little pain/humiliation thing going. That Pop, always coming up with new ideas. Anyway, an ass whipping ensues consisting of a realistic number of belt lashes. Then she furiously tries to rub away the pain as she readies to probably go get an advil for her headache and her sore cheeks.