As I headed down the street toward home, I knew I would be in big trouble if my dad got there before I did. He had gone with his boss into the city on business and said he wouldn't be back till late that night. I kept looking at his car in the driveway after he left, knowing I was not allowed to drive it unless he was with me. It had only been a week since I got my driver's lisence but I wanted to see what it was like to drive without him watching my every move.
The temptation got the best of me and there I was on my way to pick up a couple of friends to go for a ride. We ended up in the next town at the local teenage hangout. Getting into an intense game of pool with some other guys there, I lost all track of time. It was 12:15AM by the time I dropped off my friends and turned the corner onto the street where I lived.
As I pulled into the driveway, I saw the light on in my dad's room. My heart started beating faster and I could feel the sweat running down from my armpits. I saw the curtains move as I got out of the car and then saw my dad looking down at me from the window. I went into the house and straight up the stairs to his room. I tried to appologise, telling him I would never take his car again without permission.
He wouldn't listen to me and told me he was going to give me the worst whipping I ever had. It had been years since he had given me a licking and then it was only a few swats across my butt. I begged him not to beat me and that I was a good boy and had always listened to him before. He paid no attention to what I was saying and instead sat down on the bed and told me to stand in front of him. I did what he asked and he unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off my arms. Then my undershirt was yanked out of my jeans and roughly pulled over my head. He told me to put my hands on my head as he unbuckled my belt. When he unsnapped my jeans, pulled down the zipper and pushed them down, I wondered if he would pull down my underwear too. He hadn't seen me naked since I was a little boy and he would take my clothes off to give me a bath. He put his hands in the waistband of my briefs and slid them down my legs to join my jeans at my ankles.
It seemed a long time before he told me to get over his knees. He positioned me so that my ass was directly in front of him, my head on the floor and my legs hanging down the other side. I could feel my dick against his legs and it started to get hard. I was so embarrassed, wondering if he could feel it too, but he didn't say a word while all this was happening. I tightened my body waiting for the first wack and I didn't have to wait long. He slapped me hard, first on one cheek and then on the other.
My dad is not a really large man but he is very strong. My ass was stinging with that first slap and got worse with each slap after that. My dick kept getting harder and harder as it rubbed against his leg. After what seemed like an endless amount of whacks to my sore ass, he stopped. He lifted me from his lap saying we would take a breather. As I got up, my boner was sticking straight out and my dad was looking at it with a little grin on his face. He told me to take care of my erection so he could continue with my punishment. I thought I was hearing things. Did he really want me to jack off in front of him?
If you knew my father you would know why this was such a shock to me. He is the most modest man I have ever known. I had never seen him naked or even in his underwear and he always locked the door to his bedroom or the bathroom when he was in there. I looked at him and the tears started running down my face. He told me to get on with it, so I slowly put my hand around my hard _c_o_c_k_ and started to pull the skin up and down over the shaft in a way that was very familiar to me. My dad would shift his gaze from my hand moving on my _c_o_c_k_ to my face to watch my facial expressions. He seemed to be enjoying this and after a while I think I was too. No one had ever watched me masturbate or even seen my dick when it was hard. Now it was my own father and the thought scared and excited me at the same time. It was as if I was proud to show him what no one else had ever seen me do and by his expression, I knew I was doing a good job.
As I neared orgasm, precum started to form on my dickhead. When my dad reached his hand out and took some on his finger, I thought I was dreaming, but the pain from my ass and the pleasure from my dick showed me I was wide awake. He put his sticky finger up to my mouth, pushed it in and told me to suck my precum off. That took me over the edge and I screamed that I was going to come. I threw my head back and closed my eyes as spurt after spurt of thick white cum shot from my dick. When I opened my eyes I saw that my dad had caught my really large load of cum in his hands. He told me to lay across his lap again and I'm sure I felt his erection pressing into my belly. He rubbed the cum all over my burning asscheeks. It felt good but it ended too soon and he started to beat my ass again harder than he did the first time.
Twice more during the spanking he would feel my dick get hard and stop for what he called a breather. During the first, he told me to jack off again to get rid of the boner. It was an exact repeat of the first time except he put his hand on my balls and rolled them around as I pulled on my _c_o_c_k_. The second time he stopped, he told me to put my hands on my head again and he masturbated me himself. I liked the last time best of all.
My dad found many more occasions to whip me. It seemed like after that first night in his bedroom, I was always doing something wrong.