Alex squirmed wildly to help his father get the shirt off so that his fingers would stop clawing and scratching at his skin. He whimpered as it came off his head, pulling several of those pretty blonde strands with it. He started to push his hair out of his face as that first blow came causing him to shriek and recoil from the belt. Alex tried to protect his face and his sex as best he could, taking as many of the blows on his arms as he could.<br/><br/>Sweet little Alex had only seen his father this angry a few times before and it never ended well. The sounds of the belt snapping across his skin and his soft whimpers of pain filled the air. Alex had learned a long time ago not to scream because that just made his father Angrier.<br/><br/>His mother heard the noises and took several of her pills, washed them down with a long pull of vodka, then padded down the stairs, nearly stumbling as she tried to hurry down away from the sounds of her son’s soft whines and her husband’s temper. The woman wanted to get far away from the noise and didn’t even notice anyone else in the house as she walked into the sitting room.<br/><br/>Alex gasped softly as he tried to swallow down the tears threatening to explode from him. The belt stopped and he moved to his knees, offering his hands up in supplication. “Please daddy.. I’m sorry.” His hands went to undo his pants as he continued to beg. The tears silently rolled down his cheeks. “Please ... please...”<br/><br/>Alex was moving slowly for he didn’t want to have his father. He was just buying time, even if it didn’t stop the inevitable. He had forgetten everything that was outside of the room, out side of the moment. All he could think about was how much he didn’t want to shimmy out of his pants. They were tight and it took some time to peel out of them.