That day it rained hard. It was sort of a trickery because the rain began very softly, like a drizzle, but then it began to pour. The garage door slowly opened as I pulled in, parked, and slowly got out of the car. I watched the rain from the comfort of my garage; it was like a wall of water almost, 6 feet in front of me. Steady, soft noise like that helps me think, and I thought about how I was going to continue to discipline my boy, Rick. He truly loves and hates being spanked, and then of course there is the other side of a spanking, and that is also a delicate matter, because I am his father.
Well, I since I was going to go down hard on Rick for the next few days or weeks as a reintroduction to spanking, I might as well begin today. So I closed the garage door and walked indoors. I walked through the back room, always nice and clean. I especially love the rug in this room, that mooted velvet rug. Then I proceeded through the corridor, lined beautifully with those varnished wooden tiles. All the pictures on the wall were dusted. I went through the living room, where all was in order, even the stack of charts on my desk, and those futures charts can get in a real messy pile sometimes. But that day, even the windows of the living room were clean. I then went into the kitchen and noticed the gloss of the floor there too. I looked up to the clean, spacious kitchen counter, and saw a solitary, unopened bottle of beer sitting there, smelling, a little pool of beer around the can, reeking. A sore pimple outstanding, rotting there on the table "RIIICKKK!!!! What is this????!!!!"
No answer. Ok, that day I surely didn't have to find any reason to spank Rick, the answer was sitting there on the kitchen counter. I grabbed the can, crushed it with my own hand and threw it into the recycle bin, and quickly cleaned the table. Then I began the hunt. I tried all the bedrooms, no one there. I looked in the bathrooms, even in the tub and shower. No one there. So I went back into the living room but I knew there was no one there. "Where are you????" I went into my room to get the paddle. I knew Rick was here somewhere. I opened my door and WHAT! There he was, in the same clothes as when I left, a white T-shirt and turqoise shorts about mid-thigh length, and his sneakers and socks, lying face down on my bed asleep. I was infuriated. My bed was neatly made that morning and now Rick was asleep on it, disheveled it, sweated in it, drooled on the pillow, beer-breathed it. I went to the bathroom, filled a cup with cold, cold water and just threw that on his face. That aroused him.
"Oh...." He squinted and rubbed his eyes. "Uh...oh..."
"What do you mean uh-oh??? Is something wrong, Rick? Why are you sleeping on my bed?" He turned on his side and looked up at me.
"Oh...what time is it?" He asked groggily...drunk with sleep. Hopefully not with beer.
"It is time for a major spanking! What are you doing in my room, and what was the beer doing in the kitchen!!!"
"_d_a_m_n_...fell asleep..." He was mumbling. I turned him on his stomach and paddled his butt a few times, hard. He turned back on his side.
"I asked you a question, Rick!" Why are you sleeping here, and what was the beer doing in the kitchen?!"
"I...I..." I turned him onto his stomach again and paddled him for about 5 minutes, as hard as I could. He began kicking his legs, his shoelaces flailing about. Then I asked him again.
"Why did you take the beer and then come to my room, Rick?"
"I just wanted to try it..."
"Why did you leave it sitting there? Why didn't you at least get rid of the can???"
"I felt tired, guess fell asleep..."
"Why did you sleep here, in my room?"
"I..." He paused. So I pulled Rick to his feet, sat on the edge of the bed and pulled him over my lap. He raised his butt into the air without me prompting him. I placed my hand on his bottom and began to rub it. He was moving with me. Is he beginning to look forward to these sessions rather than avoid them???!!!!
"Rick, tell me why you came here."
"I don't know...it was a different room..."
"Did you WANT me to spank you?" I placed pressure on his crack with my middle finger when I asked him that. The soft fabric of his shorts was interesting.
He arched his back and moaned a little. "No...mmm" I continued rubbing.
"I didn't mean to fall asleep....mmm." I slowly pulled off his shorts to find he had no underwear on. I reached under his waist and held him firmly and also held his _c_o_c_k_ and balls. I massaged him just behind his balls, and with my other hand, I examined his butt. I massaged his cheeks, and his crack, and lightly slapped him there.
"I'm going to spank this bottom very hard. Ok, Rick?"
"MMM....yes, please..." He was fully erect now. He was clenching and unclenching his butt, and moving it seductively with my hand. Then I brought my hand down hard! SPANK! I began spanking both cheeks separately, and I kept it up for a long time, until he started kicking and crying. I then picked up the paddle and began to spank him full force, right on center. I did this until he was thoruoghly red and crying and begging for me to stop and apologizing. I stopped, and placed my hand on his bottom again.
"Are you going to ever drink before you are 21? Rick?"
"No dad, I promise, please..."
"Do you think I spanked you enough?"
"Yes dad, yes, please..."
"Well, I don't think so!" Now, usually I would have stopped at this point, but I think Rick has begun to enjoy this more than he should fear it.
So I brought down the paddle with full force, and I continued spanking him as he bucked and moaned. I kept this up for a good 45 minutes. He was screaming and sobbing now: "PLEEASEE!!!! STOP PLEASE!!!" He tried repeatedly to get away, but I held him firmly by his privates, and instead only made him raise his butt up higher and spread his legs more. Then I realized the amount of pain was finally enough, because his mind was no longer on his erection but on trying to escape my punishment. That in mind, I began squeezing his _d_i_c_k_, ever so slowly, and began to rub his butt again.
"OWW, daddy it hurts, please....OHHH" Then he started moaning again.
"Ohh...dad, daddy I'm gonna...."
SPANK!!!! I brought down the paddle as hard as I could and began paddling him fast. And he didn't cum! I was going to do this until he came, but now that I was truly punishing him, he couldn't concentrate on it! So that means I will really be punishing him! All these thoughts ran through my head at light speed as I paddled him.
"NOOOO PLEASE STOP IT HURTS!!!!" He kept shifting position as I paddled him which only more thoroughly covered his butt. By this time it was completely shiny red all over. Also drenched with sweat. Then I began probing his crack and cherry with my finger and started squeezing his _d_i_c_k_ again, gently. This got him back into arousal mode and he arched his back again and moaned. My finger slowly entered him, ever so slowly. Moans. As I entered him I pushed him over farther forward, his butt propped up higher. Then in and out, I started fingerbanging my boy, and also squeezing his teen _c_o_c_k_ and massaging behind his balls. That was sensory overload and Boom! He shot it all out! But I still continued the paddling for a bit till he was screaming for mercy.
And then, of course, it finally ended and I had him go to his room while I cleaned up the mess in mine. Later I had a talk with Rick about drinking, and that this, my boy, was a real punishment.
STAY TUNED!....