Believe it or not my old man still beats my ass. I'm thirty three years old and every time I visit back home I still get taken out to the barn for an old fashioned whippin'! I don't even try to protest anymore. Dad says what he always says: "A good, hard ass beatin' does you good, keeps you in line... and you musta done somethin' to deserve it." So sometime during my visit home, sometimes more than once, he orders me out to the barn. I know what's expected of me, so I strip without being told. I stand naked as he attaches the wrist and ankle restraints. He might hang me spread eagle from the beam a couple feet above my head if he's planning to use a strap or a switch, or tie me over an old oak saw horse if he thinks I ought to get the paddle. Either way he shows no mercy: last month he used a worn old strap on my ass so hard (full force) and for so long (I got over a hundred licks) that I couldn't put my pants back on and had to go naked for the rest of my visit. Sometimes he leaves me restrained after the beating; that means he's not finished with me yet and a little later he comes back for round two.
Dad's been beating my ass since I was twelve. I got licked about once a week and I can't remember a time that I didn't have to strip for it, sometimes in front of the field hands that worked during planting and harvest time. It didn't make any difference who was there or how old I was; if it was time, I took off my clothes and suffered through another beating. The worst times were when I got it in front of a friend. More than one buddy of mine watched as I stripped and took a long, hard paddling or a licking with the strap that would leave me welted and black and blue for days. For about two years from the time I turned sixteen , he gave me a beating every Friday night whether he knew of something I had done or not. Like he says: "You musta done somethin' to deserve it."
It was at one particular whipping during those two years that something in me clicked. I was jerking and squirming and yelling as he applied the strap to my bare butt. He had pulled his shirt off thirty licks ago but he was still sweating profusely. Dad works hard on the farm and is even now in great shape, he swings the strap like a professional ball player swings a bat. Anyway I was dancing and squirming to try and avoid the blows as he had not spread and tied down my ankles that time. My _c_o_c_k_ was bouncing and jerking with each lick. I remember I was drenched with sweat; I watched as the drops slid down my belly and collected on the tip of my _c_o_c_k_.. As I squirmed, the drops flew in all directions. The pain on my ass was pretty bad but as I watched my _c_o_c_k_ it strated to grow. As it got harder, the pain from the beating still hurt but started to feel kinda good too. It was when Dad finally finished that he noticed I had a raging hard on. He didn't say a word but raised the strap and cracked it across my _c_o_c_k_ five times. I screamed like a scalded animal and jerked and twisted against the wrist restraints as he stood and watched my shrinking erection. I had bruises and welts on my _c_o_c_k_ for a week, but it didn't stop it from getting hard every time I thought about that beating. It wasn't long before I got hard as we were walking out to the barn, in anticipation of a licking. Dad never said a word but from then on brought the strap down on my erection, sometimes making me arch my back so it stuck out farther.
As I got older, the beatings got even harder and longer. On one visit last year he tied my wrists to the beam and switched my ass with a hickory switch, two hundred lashes! My _c_o_c_k_ burned from the licks he gave it before the switching started, but it got hard during the beating anyway, and so I got another five licks on my hard on at the end. Even if I'm recuperating from a licking, I'm still expected to help with the farm chores; sometimes I work around the farm all day naked because it hurts too much to put my clothes on.
But I keep going back for more, and he keeps finding ways to make my ass pay. He told me that the next time I visit I can expect my punishment to be a little different; he's gonna tie my wrists to an old tree in the meadow and as I hang there naked he gonna take a buggy whip to my ass for the first time. I'm gonna try and take a few days off next month. Like he says: "I musta' done somethin' to deserve it".