When my Dad said bottoms up, he wasn't talking about drinking booze.
He taught me that drinking is not a good thing to choose.
I was drinking in his house at the age of eighteen.
He was furious and he put me over his knee.
He beat my butt cheeks like a pair of bongos with his hands.
He even started using my ass for bongos when he joined a band.
He had never beat my butt like that before.
If you drink in your dad's house, your ass may be sore.