I vividly recall the treatment meted out to my pert young buttocks whilst I was growing up. My father was most definitely a master of spanking. Though I received many thrashings at the hands of others, the spanking sessions I received from my father were truly memorable. Many a night I would lie in a fearful state, just waiting for my dear father to climb the stairs and make his grand entrance into my bedroom. I was in awe of this great man. So cultured, suave and elegant. Bedecked in an immaculate suit and so well groomed. So slim and so handsome. Far too pretty to be a man and he knew it!
Before I actually knew about his cross-dressing I suspected my father's effeminate traits. The way he walked, his elegant movements and mannerisms. He favoured those extra long menthol cigarettes usually smoked by classy ladies. So often he'd drift over to my bed, the long all-white cigarette dangling from his full lips, and without a word he'd hoist me out and over his lap. Sometimes he carefully framed my cute little bottie with the pulled down pyjama trousers. other times the pyjamas would come right off to assure there would be no obstacles to his spanking hand. And boy oh boy, what spankings I received. I howled, kicked my legs, and pounded my little fists against the matress. All to no avail. I had obviously been naughty in his eyes and as a result the punishment must go on. Spank after spank rained down on my chubby boy bottom. I always received at least a hundred good hard spanks. Sometimes I lost count and checked the clock to see how long it had taken this time. Other times I checked the ashtray to see how many lipstick stained filters I could count( Yes, he DID like to wear a little make-up during our spanking sessions!)I think he always liked to beat his record. Well, the all time record came one fateful day when he decided to keep me off school and devote all our time together to spanking! I was an inquisitive eight year old and walked into his personal study without knocking. There was my daddy in full dress, make-up, wig and high heels, parading in front of the mirror and posing with a long cigarette holder as he puffed away. At first I thought my mummy had come back but I suddenly recognised my daddy's voice calling me a very naughty little boy. There and then he scooped me up under his arm, pulled my shorts and pants right off in one brisk movement and belaboured my buttocks with one of his soundest spankings yet. 'You naughty little tyke!.... Take this! ..and that!...and there's another!...and another!...bad!..bad!..bad!..little boy!..How dare you..disturb your daddy!..naughty!..naughty!..boy!..' he scolded between spanks. The spanking seemed to go on for an eternity but I guess I did deserve it. I was lifted up to my bedroom, getting spanked all the way there and was told in no uncertain terms that I was to be taught a real lesson the next day!
At first I thought how lucky I was not to be going to school the next day. Because of last night's punishment I had missed doing vital homework and would have received another sound spanking across teacher's knee! Well I guess little boy's don't have much luck...I was about to find out how little luck very soon!
Obviously, the first thing on daddy's mind that morning was the punishment of my bottom. He'd taken the day off work just to deal with me and I guess that made me feel kind of important. I heard his alarm clock go off at 8am and almost immediately he was sitting on the edge of my bed, the remnants of last night's make-up still visible on his face. He looked so beautiful and so masterful. He wore silky smooth satin pyjamas which gave off a silvery luminescence. At that moment, I felt the most intense feelings I have ever felt for anyone. My heart pounded. I wanted him to take me now. For those few seconds as I looked into his pretty blue eyes and he looked into mine I knew we were united as one. I wanted him to grab me out off bed and hold me tight across his lap. I knew I was about to receive a series of really hard spankings this day and I knew my bot would be really smarting by the evening but at that moment I was overwhelmed with intense desire. I knew that these thrashings were an expression of his true love for me.
Suddenly, I found myself draped comfortably across his lap. He carefully undid my pyjama trousers and slowly removed them obviously savouring the sight of my unchastised buttocks. The first smack couldn't have come sooner. I was so overwhelmed that I cried out an exasperated,'Oh sir!'. He started off quite slow and deliberate, turning one buttock nice and rosey before he started on the next. I continued, 'Oh sir!....oh sir!',in rhythym to the spanks. Gradually, after perhaps 20 minutes of this particular spanking technique he started to increase the frequency of smacks. He concentrated on spanking both buttocks simultaneously in a more traditional spanking method. Soon I was howling away like the naughty boy I was! I know that part of me wanted the spanking to go on and on forever but another part of me was quite relieved when he stopped for a cigarette break.
As he puffed away on his long cool menthol cigarette, I noticed that the clock hadn't quite reached nine yet. My poor bottie was only at the beginning of it's chastisement! Suddenly, I was hoisted off the bed and carried through to his bedroom. He sat down on a stool and draped me over his knees once again. He applied cool moisturising cream to my hot bot. I was so grateful for that! 'So you want to see your daddy dress up, do you? Well, watch carefully!' I looked up from his lap and saw him applying make-up to his face and tease a gorgeous blonde wig onto his head. I was surprised at how quickly he was transformed into a beautiful lady. 'Now, you'll find out how it feels to be spanked by a woman!' With padded bra, a figure hugging dress and high heels the transformation was complete. Part two of my spanking was about to start!
Daddy put elegant, long evening gloves on to spank me with. He obviously wanted to try various different spanking positions for this time he stood up, raised one foot upon a low stool and positioned me across his outstretched knee. Once again I found my cute bubble bot at the receiving end of a sound thrashing. The elegance of a woman was mixed with the power-slaps of a man. The gloved hand smacked down again and again. He now smoked his cigarettes through an extravagantly long cigarette holder, puffing away as he continued his blistering spanking regime. After a good 20 minutes of solid spanks he changed my position. This time I found myself under the arm once again as he strutted about the room putting more hard slaps onto my buttocks. I caught sight of us in the mirror and I could see how well-toasted my bot was! This was certainly turning into a most eventful day!
Next, he demanded that I put my school uniform on. Since I should have been at school that day it was only fitting that I should at least dress the part. It was at least a change from the total nakedness I had been experiencing in daddy's bedroom. There didn't seem much point in putting my grey flannel shorts on.....they would be down soon enough anyway! Daddy carefully watched as I dressed. I think he really liked me in my uniform for no sooner had I buttoned up my shorts than his hands were all over me. 'Oh daddy!', I exclaimed.
He bade me bend over and touch my toes in the traditional schoolboy caning position. He drew out a long thin whippy cane from the schoolmaster's style desk he had in his study. He stood behind me and told me to keep my position or else. I took my caning well. After forty good whacks he repositioned me over the school desk with my bot sticking right out and continued caning away. His strokes were not too hard but hard enough to make me howl out. Soon my shorts were down and my hands and ankles tied to the desk. He proceedeed to .......well thats another story! To be continued.