Bottoms Up

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. (This is a fictional poem.)