Troy Gets Spanked

by Daddy Dave <>

I come home early from work and am disgusted to find you in the laundry room with my dirty underwear pressed up against your face and your hand rubbing your crotch.

You jump at my approach and fumble for words. "Hi dad. I, uh, was just getting ready to uh, do the laundry."

I just say one word. "March." I follow you into the basement, grabbing a paddle from the Ping-Pong table as we head up to your bedroom.

"Troy, you should be ashamed of yourself. You were violating my privacy. Can you give me any reason why I shouldn't take down your pants right now and put you across my knee?"

"But, dad, I really was going to do laundry. I just noticed your underwear there and thought about last night how you looked in them just before you took them off when we went to bed. And I got all horny. I'm, I'm really sorry dad."

"Yes, Troy, you should be sorry. And I know you'll be a very sorry boy when you're lying bare-assed getting a good spanking. You violated my privacy Troy, so maybe the humiliation of this spanking will help teach you what that feels like."

"Yes Dad. I know you're right."

"Troy, I love you."

"I know Dad. I love you too."

"And it's because I love you that I spank you when you need it."

"I know that too, Dad. Even though it hurts when you spank me, I don't mind because I know it's for my own good."

"Come here Troy." As always, I prolong your embarrassment. It's an eternity just until your jeans are at your knees and your face is flushed with mortification knowing that the touch of my hands is getting your _c_o_c_k_ hard. My hands touch you all over your underwear, then they slowly start exploring inside your underwear.

Eventually, an inch at a time, your underwear joins your jeans at your knees. Your humiliation is complete. Your standing there with your pants down, about to get a painful bare-assed spanking, yet your _c_o_c_k_ is pointed to the sky and is dripping pre-cum. To your surprise, I lick it off, then tease you with kisses all over your _c_o_c_k_.

"Are you going to stain my pants, Troy."

"I don't know, Dad. I'm afraid."

I've always known that while you respect my hand, you fear the paddle almost as much as you fear my belt. You know that before we're done, you're going to be crying hard. In the past, usually just the mention of the paddle is enough to shrink your _c_o_c_k_ as much as a swim in a lake fed by a glacier. But not this time. My boy is growing up and submitting to dad as a grown-up is _s_e_x_y in some way, especially with the way he's started comforting you afterwards.

I realize I'd better not risk my pants and take them off. I catch you looking at me and smile. My _c_o_c_k_ is as hard as yours. It's time for a new part of the ritual, one you've come to anticipate.

A spanking is one way a dad expresses his love for his boy, but there are other ways, such as plenty of hugs and kisses. Sometimes days go by between spankings, but boys need to be kissed much more often than that and as for hugs, whenever a boy's not doing something physical, he should feel his dad close to him. To make it clear that the spanking is part of this loving, it starts with a long hug and kiss. As you feel my tongue in your mouth you think of the other place it goes, and the thought makes you shiver. You also shiver at the thought of what's to come.

Sooner than you'd like, our embrace ends. I sit down and you allow me to guide you over my knee. It's a point of pride with you to always submit to a spanking, at least if you can't talk me out of it. You've never managed to do it yet, but I'm always willing to listen. I've never given you a spanking I wasn't convinced was necessary. I take my time positioning you for maximum efficiency for me and maximum comfort for you. Your _c_o_c_k_ is positioned on my right thigh, pointing upwards, with your chest supported by my left leg. The only discomfort is going to be in your ass, with no annoying distractions.

I'm aware how hard it is for a boy to hold still while his dad's applying the paddle to his bare ass, so I always allow you to "hang on" to me. Your left arm curves under my thigh, while your right hand grips my ankle.

While my left arm does rest on your back, with my hand on your side in that area between the ribcage and hipbone, it's more for comfort than anything else. You've never even given me cause to warn you of the consequences of struggling. You know that I'll never give you more than you can handle or less than you deserve, so you submit willingly, even gratefully to the inevitable. The sooner it's over, the sooner we can get back to full-time loving.

The fear and embarrassment makes you tense, despite your willingness. I caress and massage your butt until it's relaxed enough for me to begin your spanking.

No matter how often you get spanked, and you've been spanked more and more often as you get older, the first hard whack of the paddle on your bare ass always elicits a gasp of surprise. It's so loud that you seem to hear it more than you can feel it. But only for have a second as you feel a horrible stinging pain that makes you want nothing more than to rub yourself until it goes away. The heat seems to radiate through your entire body and the force of the paddle makes your _c_o_c_k_ slide over my thigh.

"Please stop dad," you plead involuntary, knowing your spanking has just begun and won't end until I feel you've had enough punishment. I ignore your pleas, and continue spanking you with the paddle.

"No, daddy, no, please," you gasp as tears begin to well up in your eyes. There's wetness at the other end too, as the spanking heats up your ass and pounds your _c_o_c_k_ into my thigh. At this point in a hand spanking, sometimes your _c_o_c_k_ wins out and I spank your cum out of your throbbing _c_o_c_k_. Not with the paddle though. With little effort I can reduce you to tears, as the paddle has no give at all. A few more whacks have you sobbing openly, pleading "DADDY, PLEASE" when you can catch your breath. Not enough, yet, but it doesn't take many more to achieve my goal. You bawl tears of surrender and cease protesting. You'd let me spank you forever without complaint. And now that you realize and accept that, the spanking ends.

I help you to your feet and take pity on you. It was only your love for me that made you fool around with my underwear. Your _c_o_c_k_ is still hard and I give it a little squeeze. I don't dare have you lie on the bed with my weight on your butt. I have you bend over the desk and quickly thrust my _c_o_c_k_ home. With each thrust my crotch touches your red hot ass and hurts almost as much as a hand spanking. Your hand pounds your _c_o_c_k_ furiously and I come too, with my hands pulling back hard on your hips, once again renewing the pain.

I take you over to the bed, lie down and pull you on top of me. Back to hugs and kisses. I gently begin soothing your throbbing red ass with my hands. Your ass is mine to comfort, mine to punish, mine to love. If the eyes are the windows to the soul, your ass is the physical path to it.

"You know Troy, I don't mind if you want a pair of my underwear to keep close when I'm not around. All you had to do was ask."

"Oh, I know that Dad. But wasn't it more fun this way?"

"You mean you planned this whole thing?"

"Of course I did. I guess I was a bad boy, wasn't I Daddy?"

"Yes Troy. Sometimes I don't know what I'm going to do with you, Troy. But I know what I'm going to have to do this time."

"What's that dad?"

"Well it looks like I'm going to have to put you across my knee."

"Tomorrow, 'kay?"


"And dad?"

"Yes Troy?"

"Could you take my clothes off first?"

"Uh huh. Let's go to sleep Troy, and tomorrow'll be here sooner than you know."

"Okay, dad, G'night. Dad?"

"Yes Troy?"

"I love you. Thank you for taking such good care of me."

"I love you too, Troy. It's my pleasure. I love my boy and I'm very proud of him. Go to sleep."


We kiss for a while then settle into our usual spoon position. The pain has faded into a warm glow you wish you could feel all the time. I treasure the warmth as my _c_o_c_k_ nestles into its usual resting place between your cheeks. We drift off to sleep.

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