This is a true story and not a work of fiction so I'm posting it anonymously. I'm 28 years old now, but the events I'm going describe happened 5 years ago when I was 23. At that time, I had been graduated from college for a year. The job market wasn't the greatest, so I was working through a temp agency, but work wasn't steady. I had probably worked about 6 months out of the year I had been out of school. One day over the summer, my father (I was still living home at the time) asked me to mow the lawn since I was home that day. Needless to say, I didn't feel like doing it since it was hot and humid outside—and I wasn't exactly the gung ho type when it came to mowing the lawn.
My father came home from work a little after 5:00 and I was sprawled out on the couch watching tv. After about 20 minutes dad came downstairs again. I noticed he changed clothes as he walked to the tv and shut it off. "Hey, I was watching that!" I exclaimed.
Dad asked why I didn't mow the lawn and I said it was too hot to do that kind of work and I would get to it the next day. Dad said he was disappointed in me and told me to come with him. I followed him upstairs where he took me to my room. I sat at the edge of the bed and dad started to tell me that he expected me to mow the lawn or do whatever he asked since I was home and didn't have a job. I shrugged it off and said in an irritated tone that I would mow the _f_u_c_k_ing lawn in the morning. Dad said things would have to change. He told me that I had to get a full time job and until I did, do whatever chores he laid out for the day. Finally, he said that he felt that I needed to be taught a lesson and my attitude needed an adjustment. I asked what that meant and was told I was going to get my ass whupped. I protested, saying I was 23 and he couldn't do that anymore. Dad said my options were to receive my punishment or pack up my things and leave that night. Not knowing where I would go with no money I relented.
Dad told me my punishment would be a bare ass spanking and whipping with the belt. Bare ass? I stated to say again that he couldn't do that, but he again said I had my choice. I removed my t-shirt to reveal a somewhat muscular chest covered with brown hair. I undid my shorts and lowered them down my legs and off my bare feet. I looked up at dad, grasped my boxers, slowly lowered them and tossed them aside. I stood there naked in front of dad, my dick looking somewhat smaller than usual in the cold air conditioned room. I felt utterly humiliated.
Dad told me to lay on my stomach on my bed. I laid down, turned my head away from dad, and had my arms to my sides. Dad took my right wrist and started to wrap some string around it and bring it up to the corner bedpost. I asked what he was doing while starting to get up. Dad pushed me down and said he was making sure I didn't go anywhere. My right wrist securely fastened to the post, he went around the bed to my left side and did the same to my left wrist. Next he told me to spread my legs as far apart as I could. Once I did that, I felt him tying string around my left ankle and securing it to the end bedpost. He did the same to my right ankle then. I don't know what was worse—standing in front of dad naked where he saw my package or having my ass hole gaping up at the ceiling with my balls resting between my stretched legs.
Dad came back around my left side and said I was going to get 23 minutes of a hand spanking and 23 minutes of the belt. A total of 46 minutes! I couldn't believe it. I started to squirm just thinking about it and then dad placed his hand on my ass and it began. For the next 23 minutes, my ass felt dad's fury. About midway through I began to feel a stirring in my crotch. My normally 4 inch dick began to grow to it's full 7 inches. I remember thinking I was glad dad couldn't see it, although I'm sure he knew I had gotten hard—with my legs spread as far apart as they were, you couldn't help notice if my hairy balls were hanging low or drawn up tight.
A few more minutes I felt my eyes welling up but I held the tears back no matter how hard dad's hand came down on my ass. I could feel the heat radiating from my ass and could only imagine how red it must have been. Finally the spanking stopped, but I heard dad removing his belt. He really was going to whip me with the leather. A small part of me was hoping he was bluffing. He reset his wrist watch to track the time spent whipping my ass and immediately began.
The leather made contact with my bruised ass and I cried out in pain. The first hit and I began to cry. I couldn't hold back the tears any longer. My ass flinched in pain as my hips bucked forward with every hit of the belt. My dick ground deeper and deeper into the bed as dad whipped my ass. I started to beg dad to stop, but he continued on without a hesitation. I felt my rock hard dick head to start getting wet. Oh god, I was precumming. Within minutes I was ejaculating all over my stomach while dad continued the barrage on my ass. The sensation was better and more fulfilling than any _s_e_x_ I had ever had. I was moaning with pleasure, bucking my hips and still crying. Although I was spent, my dick remained hard as I still pushed it into the bed with each hit on my ass. The belt continued to strike my ass for another 10 minutes, all the while my dick remaining as hard as ever. I was humiliated for shooting my load while being spanked by dad, but amazed at how fulfilling it felt and how I remained hard for so long after ejaculating—usually I get soft immediately after shooting.
Finally the belt stopped hitting my ass. Dad began to unfasten my ankles, but I continued to writhe in pain and pleasure. Dad undid the string around my wrists and I was unsure if I should get up or just remain laying on the bed, but that decision was made for me. Dad told me to get up and take a shower to wash all cum off of me. Oh my god, he knew I ejaculated. I pulled myself up, left my room and entered the bathroom. I cringed when I saw my crimson and black and blue ass in the mirror. I stepped into the shower to clean up then, vowing to get a job, save some money and move out. At 23 years old, I wasn't going to go through this again.