Chronicle of My Sessions With Dad: Session One, Chapter Two
Session Date: Wednesday, April 21st, 1999
Dear Dad,
When you were finally satisfied that I had licked all the sweat from your crotch and around your ass, you put me over your knees on the sofa and began a long hand spanking on me.
Throughout it, you kept reiterating that I needed this, that it was good for me.
"Why am I spanking you?"
"Because you love me and this will help me."
"Yes. You are getting just what you need."
And on we went- the two of us working together as a team to get the job done.
"Donny, you need to be spanked with that butt plug inside of you.", you said and you had me reach over and grab it and the lube. As you prepared my asshole and the plug for insertion, I was struck by the care and love which you put into these small details. Lying across your lap as you administered the procedure was like me being a helpless baby in dad's hands. Slowly, but forcefully, you pushed the plug in and it was the act of a good father caring for his son; not unlike changing a diaper or taking a temperature – it was what you do for the young ones whom you love.
This feeling would come back to me again later in the evening after a hard episode of belt spanking. You took me into your arms and held me against your chest and let me suck on your nipples for comfort. You patted my head, told me I was a good boy and I could have some "daddy milk". So I sucked on your tits and felt better for it. An image popped into my head that you were holding me and feeding me with a baby bottle.
With the butt plug inside of me, you instructed me to go and get Daddy's belt now. It was across the room where I had put it when I removed it from your pants. Your belt is thicker and wider than mine which you'd used up 'til now. From this point on, you always used your belt – the big one. You had me kneel and kiss it respectfully.
I didn't know it then, but this brown belt was going to do a lot of work with us. I was going to know it well. In a way, it became an entity on its own. It was another companion. Like you, it was here to help me hurt. It seemed to have two purposes in life; to hold your pants up and to smack against my body.
You directed me to bend over the back of the sofa and spread my legs. My head was down near the floor and my butt was up in a nice position for you. This was my first spanking with you having me bent over a piece of furniture. There would be plenty of others in the next two days; bent over the dresser, the hassock, pillows, but this one was the first and I will always remember it.
"Hold that plug in your butt", you told me. It was a small plug. I know it must have been disappointing for you, Dad, to use such a small plug but I promise to get a better one before you come back to town.
"You're going to get twenty hits straight away. You understand?"
"Yes, Dad."
"Then I'll examine you and we'll move on from there. Now why am I doing this?"
"I believe it's because you need to teach me lessons."
"You believe? 'Believe?' I want you to KNOW."
"I do know it. It's true."
"All right. Very good. And what lesson should this teach you?"
"That I can take punishment."
"Yes. Anything else?"
"That you love me."
"Yes. I'm doing this for you, Don. You're my son and I love you. If I didn't love you, I wouldn't bother with punishing you. And because I love you a lot, what does that mean?"
"You're going to punish me a lot."
"Yes, that's right. They go hand in hand. We've got a long way to go. We have hours to go. I have a lot of work to do on you. Now here we go. You count them for me. If you mess up, we begin again."
And I didn't mess up. I was very much aware of the pain each smack was giving me and I didn't want to lose count. As we were discovering, I'm not the kind of person who wants to make mistakes just so I can be punished. I figure if you are punishing me, you are already perfectly aware that I'm in need of it. And I dislike the idea of purposefully doing something bad just to be punished for it. It's not my style. When I'm given a task, my natural inclination is to do it as well as I can. (On this night, I never made a mistake in counting during any of the beatings where you had me count. It would happen two days later on our second session, though. I lost my way at about the halfway point during a series of thirty blows with a whip.) So anyway, you beat my ass on the sofa and I remember my legs were flailing. I must have looked ridiculous with my red cheeks up in the air and my legs kicking.
"Keep your legs spread. Take it, son."
I'm screaming "Ow" and grunting into the floor but you kept on hitting. I remember that two hits landed right on my sphincter which made me jerk my head up and cry out.
When we got to the end you stopped and my taut muscles collapsed back over the sofa and my head was on the floor again. Gently, you stroked my ass and examined our progress. Your kind words of "Good boy" "You did very well" helped me get my head back together. My calm was returning but it was about to disappear again.
"Hmm", you said. "You know what? That wasn't enough. I've got my hand right here on the reddest part of your butt and there isn't enough heat yet. It's very disappointing but we have to work this some more."
From the other side of the sofa, I started whimpering and you came around and lifted me up some. (It's nice to have the sofa in the middle of the room.) You slid your _c_o_c_k_ into my mouth and I sucked on it for a bit. "I know it hurts. I know it does. But that doesn't mean we stop. I'm here to make it hurt. Aren't I?"
I nodded and grunted with your dick in my mouth.
"Like I said before. It's early yet and we have a lot of work to do. And when I say work, I mean punishment for you. Now I'm going to give you twenty more with the belt—"
Out of fear and desperation I grabbed your ankles and sucked really hard on your _c_o_c_k_. I thought maybe if I pleased you, you would change your mind so I glided up and down the length of your _c_o_c_k_ and tried to make you happy with me.
But you knew what needed to be done and it involved my ass and a belt. You stood where you were and hit me from this side of the sofa. I still had you in my mouth as you began hitting me again. I grunted out the numbers.
When we were finished we went back to the other side of the sofa and you held me again. This was where you told me I could have some "daddy milk" because I sure needed something to help calm me down.
When my heart rate returned to normal you put me across your lap again and gently rubbed my sore bottom.
"This is much better. Doesn't it feel much better after a good spanking?"
"Yes, sir."
"You'll see. You don't understand now but in time you'll come to realize that you need a lot of pain. You're a big boy. If you think you need twenty with the belt, what it really means is that you need forty."
I relaxed as you spoke to me telling me what was best for me, how good it is for me, how pleased you are with me. Either I closed my eyes and basked in the gently rubbing you gave my bottom or I opened my eyes and glanced down at your socked feet. I wondered if they were sweating after our workout. I could see glimpses of your skin through the thin black socks which I thought was very _s_e_x_y. "This man is so _s_e_x_y", I thought. "If this man wears these socks that I adore, how can I disappoint him? If I'm calling him 'Daddy' I must positively commit to it and really go with this scenario. If I am to get anything out of it, I must trust him to take me where we need to go. And because he's so _s_e_x_y in these socks, I don't imagine that I could refuse him anyway." That is what I was thinking as we lay there on the sofa and you were telling me that my situation was such that I required a great deal of pain.
End of Session One, Chapter Two