Dad, I want to apologize for taking your car to the convenience store, and smoking in it. I didn't realize that you would find out, of course, and I didn't realize that you would spank me. I thought sixteen was too old for a spanking from my Dad. I was wrong.
When you came into the house just before dinner tonight, and spoke to me in the living room about it, in front of my two brothers, I know I turned red with shame, but when you sent me to my room to wait for you, I was more embarrassed than I have ever been in my life, especially when you told me to take off my clothes, down to my underpants; that you would be up in a few minutes. I hated that Scott and Shawn heard that, and stared at me while you spoke those words.
I was shaking with fear as I climbed the stairs to my bedroom, and after I closed the door, I took off my teeshirt and jeans. I sat on my bed, wearing just my white jockeys and my white socks, waiting for you to come in. I was starting to cry.
Then the door opened, and you stood there, looking so angry, wearing your gym shorts and runners...but you weren't holding the strap, and I took that as a good sign. Boy, was I wrong! You sat next to me on the bed, and told me to stand up, and face you.
"Now son," you said, "pull down your underpants."
"Dad," I sniffed, "please...please don't make me pull down my underpants! I'm sorry, really I am, but I'm sixteen! I'm too old for a bare bottom spanking!"
Your eyes narrowed. "Come here," you said, and you reached over, and, putting your thumbs under the waist band, you pulled down my white shorts, and said, "Now take them right off, Son, and hand them to me." I almost died with shame, as I stepped out of my jockeys, and handed them to you, with my penis in full view of you, and, because I was so nervous and scared, I was starting to get hard.
You took me by the hand, and pulled me across your lap, and began to spank me, hard, firm, and loud, and, before long, I was sobbing, with the sting of the slaps, and the shame of being across my Dad's knee at sixteen years old! Harder and harder you smacked my bare bottom, holding me down with your other hand, and not saying anything. I could feel my penis touching your bare thigh, but I couldn't think of anything except that here I was, getting spanked naked by my Dad.
You told me to stand up, and I did, sobbing. "Now go downstairs, and get the strap out of my study," you said, looking me in the eye.
"But, Dad! Please, please! I can't go downstairs like this...with my red sore bottom, and walk in front of Scott and Shawn, and come back with the spanking strap! I can't!! Please, Dad, don't make me do that!" I begged, wiping away the tears.
You took me by the hand, and marched me downstairs, through the living room, with my bare bottom on display, wearing only my white socks, with my penis at half attention, and made me take the strap off the wall in your study, and then marched me past my brothers again, up the stairs. Once back in my room, you positioned me across the bed, with my legs spread.
But, Dad, when you reached down to adjust my penis and balls, I thought I would explode, and I'm sorry.
Then the strapping started...all over my already sore bottom, and inside my thighs. I tried not to kick, and I tried not to scream, as the punishment strap came down over and over again on my bottom, the tops of my thighs, and inside my thighs. And when you put your left hand on my left ass cheek, and exposed my hole for two licks of that strap, I screamed.
Dad, I'm so sorry...I'll never do that again. I promise.
I love you, Dad.
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