I was always a pretty good kid growing up. I made A's and B's in school and never really got into any trouble. After high school, I went away to college and things were going well. As you know, once in college a guy sometimes begins to have a bit too much fun. But I didn't really have that problem until I actually came of legal drinking age. Maybe it was just my mentality, but being 21 seemed to give me license to drink like there was no tomorrow. Unfortunately my grades started to show this.
Winter break came around and I went home for the holidays. Since this was right after finals, I was happy to get away from school. Once home, I was able to hang out with many of my friends who I had not seen since the end of summer. You could say I didn't really have a care in the world. At least until my college grades arrived in the mail.
I remember coming home for dinner one night around 6:00 to find only my father home--mom's car wasn't in the garage. I went inside and found my father waiting for me. He began yelling at me about how poor my grades were and wanting to know what the hell I had been doing this last semester. I just stammered and stood there. Dad ordered me to get up to my room and wait for him there, so I did as I said. I figured he would come up and give me a long lecture on responsibility and that would be it. Boy was I wrong!
After a few minutes of waiting, Dad stormed into my room and told me that if I wanted to goof off at school and act like a child, I was going to be punished as a child. I just stood there not saying a word and not fully understanding what he meant. Next thing I know, he is telling me to take my clothes off because I was going to get a spanking that was going to set me straight. I told him I was to old for a spanking and he couldn't do that, but he wouldn't hear of it. He told me I was just making things worse for myself by arguing and that while living in his house, I would do as I was told. Finally, I started to undress. I took my shirt off revealing a well defined chest and undid my jeans. I slid them off and then took off my socks. I left my boxers on and stood there. Dad glared at me and said I had a problem with following instructions obviously. He told me to remove my boxers or he would rip them off my ass. Pretty shaken by Dad's tone of voice, I placed my fingers in the waistband and began to lower my boxers and then took them completely off. I couldn't believe I was standing completely naked in front of my father. The last time I had been spanked like this I had been 18--merely 3 years ago, but at 21, I really felt like I was a man and shouldn't be subjected to such a childish punishment.
My five inch dick just hung there with my balls covered in a brown bush. I could feel my face blushing as my father looked me over. He sat on the side of the bed and told me to come over to him. I did so and stood in front of him. He began to lecture me on the importance of good grades. I asked him if this was really necessary and told him I had learned my lesson, but he reached up, grabbed my arm and pulled me down over his lap. I couldn't believe this--my dick resting on his thigh, he gently placed his hand on my ass and began to lightly work his way down to my balls. He did this do make me spread my legs a bit and expose my soft pink asshole that had a small amount of hair coming from it. His hand touching my ass and balls had an unexpected affect on me--I started to get hard. I couldn't believe this--how many men have been naked and hard over there fathers lap?
Then Dad started to spank my ass with his hand. Over and over he hit my soft, smooth ass. Sometimes he would hit me square in the center where my hole would just pucker up, but he mostly rotated which cheek he would hit with a full blow of his strength. I couldn't do anything but wiggle and squirm a bit. I felt my ass getting warm and the stinging was horrible. After about a minute of the barrage on my ass I started to beg Dad to stop, but he just kept wailing my ass. I started to kick my legs and squirm more, but I couldn't get away. Dad was holding me down at the small of my back with his left hand, while his right continued the assault on my ass. Three minutes into the spanking I was crying and I tried to reach up to my ass with my right hand to try and offer some protection. Dad stopped long enough to grab my wrist and hold my arm behind my back. Then the barrage started again and I was begging him to stop--telling him I had learned my lesson, but he continued relentlessly--all the while my dick getting harder and harder.
Finally after about ten minutes of beating my ass, Dad told me to stand up. I did and immediately tried to hold my ass (like that would have done any good). I kind of moved around and couldn't stay still, so my rock hard 9" dick was just bouncing around in front of me while I was crying. I was so humiliated. Dad stood up and told me lay on the bed on my stomach. I climbed up and laid there. Dad told me to reach up and grab the headboard and not let go and spread my legs apart until my feet reached the sides of the bed. This exposed my tender hole again and I'm sure gave Dad a nice view of my hairy balls.
I knew what was coming next--the belt. I heard him undoing his belt from his pants and I just braced myself for what was to come next. SWOOSH, CRACK! I yelped as his belt lashed across my tender ass. Again and again Dad laid into my ass with his belt. I again was squirming, crying and begging him to stop. All my wiggling made his aim a little off and one time the belt came down a bit low and hit my tender balls. I cried out in pain but Dad continued on. Needless to say, I didn't move all that much anymore. I started to fall into a rhythm with the belt that made me feel like I was humping my bed. My dick was still so hard and I could feel the pressure starting to build. In my mind I was begging myself not to cum, but I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back unless I stopped my squirming. I tired, God I tried, but I couldn't. I begged Dad to stop. It had been five minutes of the belt striking my ass over and over. I had cried so much I couldn't anymore...I was just heaving. I took my hands off the headboard and started to roll to my side, exposing my pre-cum dripping dick to my father. The barrage to my ass was over, but Dad couldn't believe I disobeyed him. He got on the bed, sitting straddling me over my thighs--my dick jutting up against his crotch. He grabbed my hands one at a time and wrapped his belt around them. Dad secured the belt around my wrists very tightly and then wrapped the other end around the one head post, effectively turning me back onto my stomach. I couldn't offer my ass any protection now, but knew Dad didn't have his weapon of choice anymore.
Dad went over to my pants which were laying on the floor and slid the belt out from them. He then angrily said that I was going to be sorry for not listening to him and that I would never come home from school with another bad grade again. Then he stated to whip me with my own belt. I started to move a bit and grind my dick into the bed again. I couldn't hold back any longer. The pressure kept building until I suddenly lost all control and started spurting cum out. My warm man-juice spread up my stomach and I could feel it all over my dick's head and down into my bush. Dad must have realized from my moans that I had cum so he stopped long enough to embarrass me further by asking if I needed to him to jerk me off more to get it out of my system. I just laid slowly grinding my dick into the mattress some more. Dad said I disgusted him and was about to whip me some more when the door bell rang.
Dad left the room and I laid there feeling the warm cum start to cool and get sticky. I felt so ashamed. I couldn't believe I shot a load while my father was beating my ass! I heard Dad coming back, but it sounded like another pair of footsteps was with him. Dad came back into my room and I saw he was followed by my best friend Richard. Dad said Richard wanted to know if I was up to going out for a bit and thought it was fitting for me to give him an answer. I just buried my head in shame. Dad said I was being rude so I deserved 50 more lashings. He picked up the belt and laid into my red, hot ass. I glanced over and saw Richard staring in disbelief. I started to whimper and thrust my pelvis again and to my surprise another load shot out of my dick! I was mortified, but at the same time in ecstasy. The beating finally ended and Dad reached up to undo my wrists and then told me to get off the bed and stand up. I did so with my 9" dick hard, but starting to soften. I saw Richard gaze down at my dick and wet stomach and then over to the bed--he knows I got my ass beat by my father and came all over the bed. Dad told me that I had better never disappoint him again otherwise this would seem like a slap on the ass. He left my room and Richard continued to stare at my naked body. I tried to cover up with the pillow from my bed and Richard finally asked what happened. I told him my grades came back bad and he asked if I had ever been spanked before. I told him yes, but not since I was 18. He shook his head in disbelief and said that he had to go. I asked him not to say a word to anyone and he said he wouldn't. To this day, we haven't spoken of that night. I'm just glad he never found out about any of my other spankings Dad gave me after this one.
It just goes to show you, that when you live under your parents roof and no matter what your age, you are never to old for a spanking.