Whupped By A Cop

I remember the first time I got a whuppin'. It was late at night driving home from a party. I was 16 at the time and was into the hip hop fashion of baggy jeans (which at times revealed my boxers when my shirt lifted up). This I felt was cool since all my friends did so. I was kind of tired coming from the party and was driving really fast. It was so late that I was literally the only one on the street, or so I thought. Little to my knowledge there was a police car at an intersection where I ran a light. It did not take long for me to be pulled over and a big black burly police officer approach my car. He shined his flash light in my rolled down window and after glancing at me asked me to step out of my car. I did and as I stepped out I tried to pick up my baggy jeans which were falling. The police officer thinking I might be reaching for a gun quickly jacked me up against my car, making my pants fall entirely below my butt. He soon after frisked me for weapons and when he found nothing he commented on how my pants were sagging below my butt. He laughed and said its not because your not wearing a belt commenting on the large black belt filling the belt loops. He then said if he was my father he would teach me how to use a belt. At that I laughed and smarted back something dumb. The policeman then replied I will teach you that lesson anyway or you will except a ticket for curfew violation, speeding, running a red light, and on top of that will advise your parents to teach you that lesson. I was in a loose-loose situation and picked the first punishment, to my stupidity. Little did I know he was serious or exactly what he meant. He wasted no time showing me, as he handcuffed me, snatched off my belt from around my waste, and bent me over the hood of my car. After that he lifted up my shirt rolled down my boxers and said "Prepare fo a WHUPPIN'!". Having no choice he folded over the belt and proceeded to give me the whuuping of my life. Whap, Whap, Whap, Whap, ........................................... He gave me about fifty hearty straps leaving my butt as red as black persons ass can get. He then took off the cuffs, jumped in his car, and drove away leaving me to rubb my ass.
From that day on I had my jeans around my waist and sinched a belt on tight making sure they would not sag. Every once in a while when I notice a teen wearing baggy jeans I just cringe and rubb my still redened ass.