I loved my dad very much he was a very strict man and when i was young i had many spankings, the spankings stopped when i was 12 and i was glad they had but when i became 21 for some reason i made many mistakes and felt very bag about them, well as we all know when your a young lad a spanking would clear the air and every thing would be all right again.
At 21 i had build up a lot of guilt about the things i had done and it had started to make me ill, i had been to the doctors for pills but nothing would make me feel better about things, and then i remembered if only i was a kig again dad would have spanked me and every thing would have been allright and my mind would have been clear.
I decided to visit dad and take him out to the pub for a drink, my dad was a cleaver man and during the evening asked me what was wrong i told him all my problems and he told me not to worry about such little things i told him it was getting me down, he then said "you know what you need my boy and thats a firm hand", i looked at him and smilled i'm to old now and that's the trouble i was only thinking the very same thing a few days ago, "your a good boy lets go home" we arrived and had a coffee.
We sat and talked and i started to cry, look son enough is enough i love you and i think you want me to spank you and i will, i looked at him and smiled " come here" i stood up and walked over to my dad "take of your clothes" i did as i was told, " i love you son" and with that he took hold of my hand and placed me over his knee, i layed there thinking of all my worries and dad placed his hand on my bum it felt good, "lets have these pants of to" and with that he slipped them of and i was naked i just lay there like a little boy over his dads knee a place i hated but now wanted. Dad rubbed his hand over my bum and then started to spank me harder and harder, at first it felt good but befour long it was stinging and getting hotter i tried to keep still started to kick and buck and at one point said to dad that i thing i had had enough "i dont think so son i've only just started" well i began to cry and beg for him to stop i tried begging just as if i were 12 again but dad went on, at least 100 smacks to my very sore bottom when dad stopped and i just lay there crying but it was not over yet, dad pulled out a brush and started using that, i have never had such a spanking in my life and thought weather it had been such a good idea but it finally came to an end, dad lifted me of his lap and told me to stand in the corner until i stopped crying, when all was done dad sat on the sofa and called me to him i was still naked and very sore i sat on his lap where he huged me and told me it was all over now just as if i were 12 again.
When ever i see my dad he allways ask's me how things are and if thinks are getting on top of me then back over his knee i go, no more pills and life is good.