My father was a big man. I don't believe in incest, but I still get hard when I remember this one particular spanking he gave me. He stood six foot tall and weighed about 260. He had big firm legs. He would usually spank me with a belt. Three to four swats on the rear end. But this one particular evening he was really mad.
I was standing in the breakfast area and he was scolding me pretty good. I can't remember about what, but he was really mad. He then left the room to go get his belt out of his closet. He had misplaced it. He came back with his hairbrush. He pulled one of the kitchen chairs away from the table to the center of the floor. He then sat down. He patted his leg and ordered me to bend over. I looked down to position myself over his knee and saw that his massive thighs were hanging over the edge of both sides of the chair. I felt scared for what was about to come, but I also felt a tingle. I placed my hands on his left leg and lowered myself down across his lap. He wrapped his left arm around my waist. I was locked into place. He then began to paddle me.
After about three licks I began to squirm all over his big thighs, kicking my legs frantically in the air. I begged and pleaded for him to stop, but the swats kept coming. After about 30 licks he stopped. I was relieved. The spanking was over. He order me to get up. I placed my hands back on his left leg and raised myself up. I stood before him sobbing and rubbing my butt. He ordered me to take down my pants. I did. He then ordered that I drop my underware too. I did. He patted his leg and ordered me over. There I was looking back down at his massive legs. Again the tingle feeled my lower stomach. It was a tingle of excitement. I again placed my hands on his left leg and lowered myself down across his lap. He once more wrapped his left arm around my waist. Then he began to paddle again. That hair brush was setting my butt on fire. I kicked and squirmed trying to escape the blows but there was no use. He was a strong man. The spanking went on and on. I thought it would never end. Finally after about 50 more licks I had slid down. My face was directly laying on his left leg and my bottom had scooted off of his right thigh. He stopped the paddling and order me to get back across his knee. I did. Then he began to paddle again. I must have recieved a 100 swats or better. It finally ended.
That night I lay in bed thinking about the spanking he had given me. Again this tingle came over me. I began to rub my _d_i_c_k_ and it quickly got hard. As I stroked my _d_i_c_k_, I thought about the spanking and reached a wonderful climaz. I still think about it to this day and can easily reach a climaz. That's when I realized that I enjoyed being spanked by big powerful men. If a big powerful man even mentions the word "spank", I will perk up and listen. My _d_i_c_k_ does also. This is a true story.