As I walked through the front door, I knew I was home free. Over three hours late for my curfew, and my parents were sound asleep. My best friend had dropped me off a block or so away, and I walked the rest of the way to my front door, so his cars engine wouldn't wake my parents. It had worked perfectly, or so I'd thought. As I headed up the stairs to my room, the light in the living room flipped on. I looked over to the switch, and who was standing there with his arms crossed? My father. And he didn't look too happy.
"Uh, hey dad, what are you doing up so late?" I asked, knowing full well what the answer was..
"Waiting for you." he said, "But I'm sure you knew that."
"I uh, I'm sorry I'm late, we just lost track of time and.." I stopped, as he shook his head at me.
"What did I tell you? What did I tell you would happen if you came home late ONE more time?" he questioned.
"You said I'd be punished..." I whispered, looking at the ground.
"I'm pretty sure i was more specific than that, wasn't I?" he stated.. "Wasn't I?"
"Come on dad.. I'm too old for that." I said, my voice shaking.
I looked down at my well worn tennis shoes, not wanting to look my father in the eye. I was a grown man, he couldn't possibly be thinking about doing this.
"If you're going to act like a child, you'll be punished like one." he told me, "Besides, I was older than you when my father gave me my last one."
Neither of us had said the actual word yet, but we both knew what we were talking about. A spanking. My dad thought, at 19 years old, I deserved a spanking.
I didn't know what do say. I looked my father over, he meant business. His salt and pepper hair was messed, and he was rather tired (after all, it was almost 4am). He was wearing a blue cotton robe with no shirt underneath, leaving his greying chest hair to poke out the top. My father and I looked similar, although he was quite a bit hairier than me. His full beard was grey, and he had fairly thick hair all over his chest, arms and legs.
"So, are you ready?" he said, snapping his fingers to get me out of my daze.
"Dad, you can't be serious, I just.." he cut me off.
"Joshua Francis Thompson. You knew the rules. And now it's time to take your punishment." he spoke loudly, not quite yelling.
"Screw this." I said, and headed for the stairs.
The next thing I knew he had me by the arm, and was dragging me down. I turned with the intention to hit him, but then thought it over. I couldn't hit my dad. I loved him. I struggled as much as I could, but, he outweighed me. He began swatting the seat of my khaki pants.
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"Ouch, stop it!" I whined.
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"Don't you run away from me when I'm talking to you." he growled, and continued to spank the seat of my pants.
"Owwww. Don't!" I begged.
He stopped, but only long enough to drag me over to the couch. He twisted my arm a little, and sat down, dragging me across his lap. His robe rode up a little, and I was firmly pressed against his bare thighs. He began smacking away at my butt again, and I reached back to stop him. He quickly grabbed my wrist and pressed it against my back.
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"Don't WHAP WHAP WHAP try WHAP WHAP WHAP to WHAP WHAP WHAP block it." he said, punctuating each word with a set of spanks.
I couldn't move. All I could do was to stare down at my dads bare feet as he smacked my ass.
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"Okay, okay, I've had enough." I cryed.
"Not ever close, mister." he said, stopping briefly, "I'm not getting through to you, and my hand is already starting to hurt."
The next thing I knew, he was tugging at the waist of my pants.
"Nooooooooooooooo! Please!" I groaned as my pants we quickly pulled down, exposing my tight white briefs.
My dad quickly took off my shoes, and pants and tossed them aside, leaving me in only my shirt, socks and underpants.
"Oh god! Please don't!" I whimpered.
Smack!
Ow!
Smack!
Please dad!
Smack! Smack! Smack!
It hurt so much more without the pants, I could hardly stand it. I struggled, but he just continued the onslaught.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Are you learning that you can't break the rules and get away with it?" he asked between spanks.
"Ow! Yes dad! Stop!" I said, gritting my teeth with each smack.
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My buns were absolutely on fire. I'd never been spanked like this before. When i was little the most I ever got was a couple of swats. Never had I been so soundly spanked.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!* Ouuuuuuuuuuch dad!
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!* Please, stop! Daddy!
"Good, I think I'm finally getting to you." he smiled, "Only one thing left to do."
And before I knew it, he was pulling my underpants down to my ankles.
"Noooo! Oh please! Not bare! Dad! No!" I sniffled.
"It's the only way to really teach a boy a lesson. A bare bottom spanking. I only wish I'd started on you earlier." he shook his head, pulling my briefs all the way off.
He quickly lifted up my shirt, completely exposing my fanny.
"Nice and pink. But the goal here is red." he stated, half smiling.
"Oh no!" I begged, and he began slapping my now nude rear end in sets of 3.
Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!*
He wasn't leaving any spot on touched, and soon my naked hiney felt like it was on fire.
Spank! Spank! Spank!* Oh! Stop!
Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Daddy! Please! Daddy!
Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!* Ouch! I can't take anymore!
Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!* Pleaaaaaaase, I'll be good!
Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!* Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
Tears streamed down my face. I couldn't take anymore spanks. My butt was bright red, and my thighs were now taking the brunt of the punishment.
"Are you going to be a good boy? Are you going to obey me?" my father slapped my bare thighs.
"Yes! Oh! Please! Daddy! YES!" I bucked and kicked across his hairy thighs, "I can't take anymore!"
"One final set, and it'll be over honey." he whispered, rubbing my cherry red buns.
Spank! Spank! Spank! Uh Spank! Spank! Spank! Ow Spank! Spank! Spank! Whaaa Spank! Spank! Spank! Daddy! Stop! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! *
"You're a Bad *SPANK!*, bad *SPANK!* bad*SPANK!* boy!
"I knooooooooow." as I completely lost it, falling off my daddies lap and onto the floor.
He quickly picked me up, and put me on his lap, hugging me, and rubbing my nude red cheeks. I cried into his hairy chest. I felt like a little kid whose daddy had just punished him. ...I WAS a little kid whose daddy had just punished him. And I'd never felt more loved in my entire life.
"Daddy loves you, baby. It's ok. I'm sorry I had to do that." he kissed me on the cheek, "But I won't hesitate to do it again if you disobey."
"I know daddy, I love you too, and I'm sorry." I said, burying my face into his chest.