"Ricky, come here!" my step-dad sternly called from the bottom of the stairs. I came out of my room and went down to him. "Come with me."
I followed him into the basement, wondering what was going on. It didn't take me long to realize what I had done. The window had been left wide open and the rain from the previous night's storm had made quite a mess on the carpet.
"What is the meaning of this? Didn't I tell you to close this window last night before you came upstairs?" he sternly asked.
"I forgot," I replied.
"I'll say," he answered. "Look at this mess Ricky. The carpet is ruined, and there's water all over."
"Are you gonna ground me?" I nervously asked because there was a big school dance that night.
"Not this time," he replied. I let out a breath of relief. "Grounding doesn't seem to help you listen to me. This time you're getting a spanking."
My eyes flew open as wide as saucers. Did I hear him correctly? Did he say "a spanking?"
"You're not serious, are you?" I asked with a mortified look.
"Yes sir, you are going to get a spanking," he repeated.
"But dad I'm sixteen! I haven't been spanked in over two years!" I said.
"I'm sorry Ricky, but it looks like your fanny is long overdue," he told me. "It was the only thing that worked back then, and it just might be the only thing that works now. Come over to the sofa."
He sat down on the sofa and guided me to stand right in front of him. He suddenly unbuttoned my jeans.
"Oh God dad, you can't do this!" I begged. "Please no!"
"Ricky, you got it bare in the past and you're getting it bare now," he said, unzipping my pants and pulling them open. He then pushed them down below my knees. He then slid his fingers in the waistband of my underwear.
"Please don't dad! Please, can't you leave them up?" I pleaded. He hadn't seen me naked in a long time, and I was quite embarrassed.
"They're coming down Ricky," he said as he slowly tugged them down. I couldn't think of a time when I had felt more embarrassed than this. My _c_o_c_k_ was now fully developed and was inches from his face. Then to my disbelief just as he did before spankings when I was younger, he took my penis in between his fingers and pushed back my long forskin to expose the head. God, I was so embarrassed.
He guided me over his lap, just as if I were a little kid. This position left me with my _c_o_c_k_ pressing flatly against his thigh. I couldn't believe this was actually happening. He began to give me my usual, pre-spanking butt-rub, rubbing my butt cheeks, and between my crack. I always tensed when his fingertip came in contact with my anus. It was terribly humiliating.
The spanking began hard and slow. It stung a lot, but I wasn't going to give in. His hand struck my butt repeatedly and I began to jump a bit. My butt stung more and more with each swat. Suddenly, without any warning my step dad delivered twenty fierce swats across my naked butt. By the end I was crying just like a little kid. The swats kept coming again and again and I cried louder and louder. My body was squirming and I was kicking. My _c_o_c_k_ was rubbing against his knee. He continued to spank for awhile, and just when I thought it couldn't get worse he struck my anus and my penis began to shoot a load right on his pant leg. I was sobbing, but I felt the ecstacy from my orgasm as my bottom was still being swatted.
He lifted me up from his lap, and I know he knew what had happened. He didn't say a word. I stood there crying, rubbing my very sore bottom. He took out his handkerchief and wiped my cum off his knee. He then wiped my penis off.
"Well Ricky, I suppose you are too old for spankings," he comicly said.