28 and in Trouble


by Brian

This is a true story that happened recently. First, let me tell you a little back story. Currently I'm 28 years old. When I was 20 graduated Tech school and went to work for a manufacturing company as a machine welder. At the age of 21 I moved out of my parents house and into an apartment. Then when I was 24 I decided to get a new car which I had to make payments on for five years. Unfortunately, the company I worked for went out of business earlier this year which left me in a bit of a jam. Since the car wasn't paid for yet (but darn near close) and still having to pay rent and all, my cash supply was seriously dwindling. I found that I had to ask my parents if I could move back home for a while which they agreed to. They even paid off the remainder of my car for me. The only catch was that I had to do certain chores around the house such as mowing the lawn, trimming back the hedges, and painting while looking for another job. Three months passed and nothing came my way for a job. My next chore was to clean out and paint the gutters. This definitely wasn't a task I was looking forward to. It was late July and very hot outside. Each day I got up and would think I would tackle the chore, but the weather always got the best of me and I pushed it off until the next day.

Friday afternoon came around and I still hadn't done the gutters. I figured I'd eventually get to them and it wasn't a big deal. My father came home from work and came up to my room where I was laying on the bed watching TV. He asked why I hadn't worked on the gutters all week and I just moaned out how hot it was to work outside. Dad came into my room and closed the door behind him. He grabbed the remote out of my hand and turned the TV off. "What the hell did you do that for?" I questioned.

Dad said he wouldn't put up with a lazy son and when he asked me to do something he expected me to do it. I flippantly told him I'd get around to the gutters to which he replied that he wouldn't take any attitude from me. He then said he was going to teach me a lesson that I wouldn't soon forget. I asked him what he was talking about and he told me he was going to whip my ass! "You can't do that; I'm too old," I shot back at him.

Dad informed me he would either teach me a lesson or I could pack up and move out that night. I knew I had no where to go so I started to apologize and tell him I would do the gutters on Saturday. He told me to "Get up and remove your clothes."

I slowly stood and stammered out, "Remove my clothes?"

"If you're going to act like a child and not listen to your parents, then you will be punished like a child. Now take your clothes off or start packing."

I could tell he wasn't joking, so I removed my t-shirt and then unbutoned my shorts. I unzipped them and slowly lowered them down my legs and off my bare feet. I stood there in only my boxers in front of Dad. He told me to move the desk chair to the middle of the floor and then lean over the front of it and hold the seat. I could feel myself starting to tremble because Dad was serious. My heart pounding I placed the chair in the center of the room and leaned over it as he instructed.

The next thing I knew, Dad grabbed the waistband of my boxers and yanked them down my thighs where they fell to the floor around my feet. Shocked, I started to reach for them only to have Dad push me forward where I had to reach for the chair seat again. He told me not to move again and slid his belt off. I couldn't believe at 28 my father had me naked and was going to whip me with his belt. All I could think about was if he saw my dick or bush. I was hoping that since I was bent over somewhat he didn't see anything but my ass jutting out at him. Then it happened—Dad started to hit me with the belt. I lurched forward with the sting of the belt and felt my balls sway backward and forward. I realized that in the position I was in, Dad would have been able to see my hairy sack hanging. For some reason, I felt myself blush. It's not like he has anything different I kept telling myself, but it was small comfort being this old and naked in front of him.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Over and over he hit me with the belt. I actually thought I was going to fall over the chair with the force of the blows he was raining down on my ass. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! I was determined not to make a sound, but after almost five minutes of the barrage, I felt the tears start to trickle down my face. I knew when the next blow would hit from the SWOOSH of the belt through the air, but clenching my cheeks together didn't really help the matter after this long. I started to say I would be good and do what I was told, but Dad just continued to hit me. Finally he stopped and I started to stand, almost forgetting I was naked. I tried to turn away so my privates stayed private and then I noticed that my dick was semi hard. I started to bend over to retrieve my boxers, but Dad grabbed my left arm and pulled me down as he sat on the chair. With on swoop, I was over his lap like a five year old.

I started to stuggle and twist, but Dad's grip was tight. The he started to spank me with his hand. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! With each hit I bucked forward into his thigh and I felt my dick start to get harder. Soon I was rock hard and a full 7 inches. I was begging Dad to stop and let me go. I was promising to be good like a child would who just got caught being naughty. And when I thought things couldn't get any worse, the bedroom door opened and Mom walked in. Dad stopped spanking me as Mom asked what happened. He released me and helped me up as he told her that he was punishing me for not doing my chores and back talking to him. As I stood I tried in vain to cover my raging dick and bush from the eyes of my mother and father, but to no avail. I couldn't believe what I heard next! Mom told Dad that I was having to much fun obviously and needed a lesson with the wooden spoon. She turned away and Dad told me to lay on the bed on my stomach. I did as I was told as we waited for Mom to return. Within seconds she was back with the large wooden spoon she used in the kitchen.

Mom gave the spoon to Dad and came over to the bed. She took the pillow and told me to roll on my side. I did so and my hard dick pointed straight out at her. I was mortified! She placed the pillow where I was laying and told me to get over it. I did and then I realized her plan. This raised my ass higher for Dad to hit me. "Give him a good 10 minutes with that and see how he likes it," she told Dad as she left the room.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Dad laid in on my ass with all his might. I was squirming, bucking, and thrusting while crying my eyes out. Then I felt the buildup in my dick. I tried to stop moving with each blow, but I couldn't. Suddenly I came all over the pillow beneath me. I felt it seeping up my stomach and into my bush. I moaned as I released and thrust which each hit of the spoon. To my amazement, my dick only softened a bit for the rest of the spanking.

Dad finally stopped and I laid there spent. He told me he expected me to finish start and finish the gutters on Saturday. I nodded and said "Yes, sir." Dad told me to get up and stand in the center of the room until he told me otherwise and think about what I had done. I did as I was told with my semi hard dick flopping as I got up, dripping with cum.

I stood in the center of the room for almost an hour while Dad sat in the desk chair watching me. Mom came up one time to retrieve her spoon, saw my wet stomach muscles and bush and gave Dad a nod of approval. I was so embarrassed. I vowed then and there to get any job I could so I could repay the amount of the car they paid for and move out again. Finally Dad stood up and told me to get some rest—I had a lot of work to do tomorrow.


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