Dude? I know I won't have the guts to ever say this to your face probably or even send this letter but I came by your place last night to see what was up and I heard what was going on.....and yeah, peeked through the window and watched as well!
Man. I couldn't believe my eyes! I wouldn't have believed without seeing it for myself that anyone our age still gets spanked. Period. Much less by their dad. In a frat maybe. I mean _d_a_m_n_, were in college now! You know something though? I got rock hard dude! Seriously. I mean your hot and we both know it but sometimes Cassen, just sometimes, your kinda arrogant so maybe that's part of what so turned me on.
God, how I wish I would have been there in time to watch your face fall as you undressed. And dude? You gotta get totally naked? Even back in Junior High when I got my last spanking it wasn't like that. Hell, my dad didn't even make me take my pants down! I wondered if you were as proud of your body then as you always are otherwise. I mean come on, who else takes there shirt off and struts when it's still in the low's 70's except you. And when your dad finally put the brush down and had to help you up? I had two emotions running through me. I wanted to kiss your tears away yet I loved, yeah man, loved, how humbled you looked as well! And got to tell you this, if I was boned then it was nothing when compared how hard I got when watching you shuffle into the corner like some little boy. The corner! I almost chanced it and went home to get my camera. Bet you would have loved that! Huh?
Still? Even after saying all of that? I would have loved after your dad left the room to have snuck up behind you and whispered darkly into your ear and then take one of your hands off your head and pull it down, forcing you to slowly rub my bone that is hurting me as it now pushes against the fabric of my pants.
I know I would laugh at your confusion and that you would hate me for watching your spanking, your humiliation now complete. That you would hate me for how aroused I have become but most of all you hate yourself as you feel the strong rush of blood starting to engorged you. Running my hands across your bottom I would taunt you by saying "You took your spanking well Cassen, what else can you take?
Then grab your chin and force you to meet my eyes. I see a look in them I know only too well and sneer at you. Seizing the moment I suddenly push down on your shoulders with a surprising strength and say "Get on your knees Cassen ...like the boy you are." Then smile softly as you submit and decide to let my lips caress yours while taunting you in a sing song voice saying "That's a good boy."
Grabbing your head by the back of your hair I roughly bring you to me and let your face gently run back and forth across my pants, letting my need, my want for you fill up your mind before saying unzip me Cassen. NOW! As slowly, as timidly as you must have reached down to undo your own pants so is it when reaching out to undo mine, only this time the wild thought of "He knows this slowness is killing me" races through my mind.
Finally, and it seems like I gasping, I am set free from the confinement of my pants and I roughly grab your head and again bring your face to me again and huskily demand, with what seems like my last breath, "Suck on me Cassen. Suck me through my shorts....boy."
Thrusting my hips forward while holding onto the back of your head leaves you no choice, and opening your mouth wide you engulf what you can of me and let your hot breath and the small amount of wetness trickling through the white cotton bring me to the point of pain pleasure. I have to take a step back and moan. "Too soon" I say to myself. "Too soon."
Catching my breath I demand that you "Turn around Cassen.......tease me.....let me see that cute and well spanked ass of yours!" Which is the bigger turn on I don't know. The meekness that you emit while turning or the apple red and gently bruised butt that you have raised into the air like a bitch waiting to be mounted by the alpha male.
Lowering myself to my knees I gently grab your checks, one in each hand and squeeze and spread them, letting their heat warm me up that last degree and suddenly, feel like a pot about to boil, I know it's time. Spitting onto my hands I can feel the hurtful lust that is all but foaming from me as I say "There's more then one way to spank you Cassen."