paul and i both had a strong interest in spanking long before we met several months ago, but were shy about talking about it. i had "jokingly" suggested that paul give me a birthday spanking this summer, but he was reluctant to oblige--and i assumed it was not an area of erotic interest for him. i was pleasantly surprised, then, when his birthday arrived earlier this fall and he asked me to give him a spanking.
so before bedtime that night, i stood him in front of me, slowly undid his belt and khakis, slid them down to just above his knees, and good-naturedly ordered him across me knee. with a slightly dejected look, he said, "but dad always took my underwear down too...." "paul," i explained, "this is a just a bit of fun for your birthday. it's not a real spanking, and i'm hardly an appropriate stand-in for your dad. come on--i'm 28 and you're 31." "that's okay," paul said, quite seriously. "i think you'd make a fine dad, and i deserve a spanking that's more than just fun." "is that so, paul," i asked. "yes, dad," came his quiet reply.
i certainly needed no more encouragement than that, and i proceeded to pull down paul's snug white briefs, pull him across my lap and blister his backside with my strong hand. it became apparent in this position that paul definitely had an element of his personality that was like a guilty young boy who longed for a father's guidance. and i was thrilled by the opportunity to exhibit strength, influence and maturity beyond my years. after i thoroughly reddened paul's ass, i asked him if he had had enough. "no," he sniffled. "i deserve more, dad." i reached down and pulled his belt out from his khakis. i doubled the belt and brought it down hard across paul's ass. "are you sure, paul?" "oh, yes, dad." and so his birthday spanking evolved into a birthday whipping, which ended with a chastened, sobbing paul standing before me promising to be a good boy and pleading to be _f_u_c_k_ed.
needless to say, our relationship immediately took a new course. paul and i were ecstatic to discover our immense pleasure in my giving and his receiving discipline. and every few days, i see a change in paul's countenance from a confident, professional adult to an emotional, needy boy. and when those times come, paul and i shift seamlessly into our roles--part fantasy, part not--of stern father and errant son, as we both know he will only be placated by going over my knee.
i saw that change in paul tonight, and i pretty much sensed it coming to this all week. extra demands in both of our jobs had kept us from spending much time together for several days, and paul gets very crabby when he's tired and stressed from work--not to mention when where's there's too much time away from me. so i took off early today and decided to make a nice dinner in hopes we could unwind a little. paul was pleased by my efforts, but not completely pleased with the menu i selected. as i brought our main dishes to the table, paul offered an impertinent remark on my vegetable selection, green beans. i was a little perturbed, considering the time and effort i put into the meal, but remained calm. "well, paul," i offered, "i was not aware of your dislike of green beans. i'll keep that in mind for the future. but since tonight's meal is complete, i'm sure you'll be happy to eat everything i've prepared for you." "that's what you think," paul grumbled all too audibly.
my anger growing rapidly, i quickly surveyed the situation at hand. it was not like paul to be so blatantly inconsiderate. but one look at paul's face summed everything up. in it, you could see his apprehension at provoking me, but it was inextricably combined with an intense desire to experience the passionate bond we achieve through his corporal punishments. i almost smiled at the realization of paul's dilemma: was he ready to push me into a more real discipline scenario over something as trivial as green beans? yes, perhaps--as his emotional and physical desires were driving him, overriding more logical thought. overwhelmed by his week's stress, i could see him retracting into the attitudes and outlook of a helpless boy determined to stand his ground, if for no other reason than the fact that his evening's "fate" is already sealed--if not by me, then certainly by him.
of course, i am more than happy to meet paul's emotional and physical needs, but not at the expense of basic respect. so i will play out this scenario--at paul's lead, but with my standards intact. "now you listen to me carefully, young man," i explain. "you will not talk to me that way--not after i took time off from work to give you a nice evening. because let me assure you it will not be so nice if you keep that kind of attitude up for long. you will eat and enjoy every bite on your plate. and if you don't, you will find yourself over my knee so quickly it will make your head spin. do you understand me?" "yes, dad," came paul's reply. "now eat," i said. "and don't think that i'll hesitate to take your pants down and tan your hide right here at the dinner table. because i will not hesitate to do just that if your behavior calls for it."
we sat in silence and ate our meals. well, at least i ate. paul nervously picked at his plate. by the time i finished, paul had barely eaten anything. "aren't you hungry, son," i asked. "no sir," paul answered. "not anymore. may i be excused?" "of course, paul," i offered, "as soon as you eat your green beans." "but dad...," paul whined. "eat your green beans, paul," i demanded. he was already on the verge of tears as he responded simply, "no." "that does it," i barked as i stood up, stepped around the table to paul's chair, grabbed his arm and jerked him up. like so many times before, i undid paul's belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and pushed them down to his knees along with his briefs. i pulled paul's chair back, sat down in it, and pulled paul across my knee. i paused briefly before starting paul's dinner table spanking. if paul thinks disrespecting me will earn him swift and sure punishment, he's absolutely right. and i will show him exactly how right he is in a fashion he's never experienced from me before. my hand swats rained down hard and fast on paul's backside. i had never reddened his ass so quickly before, and he was kicking and sobbing in a matter of minutes. i resisted the urge to pause and lecture him, but just kept up the steady, hard spanking until paul's cries made it clear he had taken all he could at one time. without saying a word, i stopped. i guided paul back to a standing position and then stood up myself. a quick glance at paul's flaccid _c_o_c_k_ showed he had not enjoyed this round of punishment as he usually does, and another glance at his beet-red ass explained why. i returned to my seat and ordered paul to sit down as well. he started to pull up his underwear and pants, but i told him to leave them as they were--just sit. as soon as paul's backside touched the dining room chair, he jumped back up. "oh, dad," he cried. "it hurts." "fine," i said calmly. "you can stand then." he rubbed his ass and continued sobbing. just as i began to worry if i had gone too far with his punishment, his _c_o_c_k_ began to rise to full attention. i resisted the urge to smile and kept up my determination to resolve the situation according to both my rules and paul's now-evident desires.
"it's not good to eat standing up, paul," i said coyly. "but you still have green beans to finish before you can leave the table." "please don't make me, dad," pleaded paul. "oh, i'm not going to make you," i explained. "but you won't be doing any sitting for a while if you disobey me." "but, dad...," paul said. "but nothing," i snapped. "are you going to eat them--yes or no?" i studied paul carefully as he considered his answer--his lean, boyish body, his preppy clothes in disarray, his hard _c_o_c_k_ betraying his young son-like demeanor, his handsome, flushed, tear-stained face. in his face i saw the conflicting sense of overwhelming dread and overwhelming desire as he finally answered, "no sir."
"very well then, paul," i said. "you can get ready for bed now. i want you to take a shower, then put on clean underwear and pajamas. in ten minutes, i expect you in the bedroom standing in the corner. i want you to think very carefully about the way you've acted tonight, and i'll be in soon to discuss the penalty for your actions. now get moving." paul scurried out of the dining room, his pants and briefs still bunched around his knees, the red results of his dinner table spanking fading to a blotchy pink, and his still-hard _c_o_c_k_ bouncing along the way. in a way, i really hate to put him through this, but i know it's what he wants, what he truly needs. and i certainly cannot deny the exhilaration of it all from my perspective as well.
i clean up after our dinner, such as it was, as i hear paul taking his shower. after ten minutes, i check the bedroom and find paul in his appointed corner position. i remind him to spend some time alone with his thoughts and tell him i'll be back shortly. after another ten minutes or so, i go back into the bedroom, closing the door behind me. paul turns away from the corner slightly as he says, "dad, i'm really sorry. i acted so...." "quiet, young man," i order. "keep your nose in the corner until i tell you otherwise." at this point, paul knows far better than to disobey me in the slightest way, so he turns back quickly. i unbuckle and remove my belt as loudly as possible, making sure paul knows the exact source of the clinking metal and snapping leather. i lay the belt on the end of the bed, then proceed to retrieve a heavy wooden hairbrush from the bathroom. i place it on the bed alongside the belt. finally, i tell paul to turn around. he is immediately drawn to the items on the bed as i ask him, "what do you have to say for yourself now, young man?" "dad, i don't know what came over me. it was so nice of you to make a great dinner, and i can't believe i spoiled it. and i can't believe i disobeyed you. i'm very sorry, dad. please forgive me." "i do forgive you, paul," i explained. "but that doesn't negate the need for serious punishment now. however, when we're done, it will be forgotten. does that make sense to you, paul?" "yes, dad. it does," came paul's earnest reply.
i sat on the edge of the bed and motioned paul over to me. for the second time in one night, i pulled him across my lap and began warming his ass again with my hand. i knew paul must have been grateful to have the slight protection of his cotton briefs and pajama bottoms, though he would have been foolish to think they would stay up for long. i spanked paul slower and with less fervor than at the dinner table, as i wanted to be sure he could stand my planned progression to the belt and hairbrush. after about fifteen hand swats, i grabbed the waistbands of paul's underwear and pajama bottoms and pulled them down just below his ass. after another fifteen or so spanks, paul was sobbing once again and squirming on my lap. i ordered him to stand and pull his briefs and bottoms all the way off. "i'm so sorry, dad," paul whimpered as he complied. "now, bend over the edge of the bed, son." in that position, i delivered some twenty strokes with the belt, each growing in intensity, along with paul's wails of pain and sorrow. after the belt, i let paul rest a moment before i pulled him back up and then across my knee for the night's finale. paul had never felt the brush before, but his _c_o_c_k_ was again fully hard and pressed against my lap, and we both knew we couldn't stand much more of our father-son roles before passion consumed us.
i decided to apply the brush sparingly, but with definite force. each stroke yielded a loud cry of protest from paul, deepening crimson shades on his ass, and surges of _s_e_x_ual energy through our rock-hard _c_o_c_k_s. before i delivered the tenth and final stroke, i gave paul one last summary how deserving he was of correction and how much i expected from him in the future. after the tenth stroke fell, paul slid off my lap to his knees and buried his face in my lap. he sobbed uncontrollably as i stroked his hair. "i love you, son," i assured him. "oh, dad," he cried. "i love you so much. thank you for punishing me. thank you." i pulled paul up onto the bed and held him as he cries began to subside. i kissed away his tears and stroked away the fire in his backside. then just as in our very first spanking encounter on his birthday, and just as in every one since then, a grateful, well-punished paul begged to be _f_u_c_k_ed, a request i am always happy to oblige.