Hi!
Well, what would I REALLY like? Let me open way up and tell you about me and what I really want.
Sitting at breakfast one day, Id like a Dad to quiz me about some misbehaviour, in my mind this is about a traffic violation or being caught doing something I am expressly forbidden to do. Maybe one of the more serious rules he would have posted on his fridge for me?
After much wriggling and trying to avoid the carefully planned questions Dad is using, I break and sobbing I confess to him all that happened.
Instead of the expected lecture - he remains quiet and still and simply gazes at me for a few minutes. I try to avoid his direct gaze but I cant. I feel the blood rush to my face as it turns red.
After what seems like hours but in reality is only a minute or two - he tells me how upset and disappointed he is in me. I sob again, this time louder, and he comes to me and takes me in his arms. He holds me there and hugs me tightly, I start to feel secure and quiet down. After a few minutes of comforting I fee his hand gently patting my bottom as he tells me that I must be punished. His hand on my bottom tell me all I need to know. Sure it feels good but I know its not there for my comfort this time and I know Im in for it now! I hoarsely acknowledge his comment and hug him even tighter and as tightly as I possibly can while his hands are touching me in preparation. Its as if I am shaking.
Eventually he lets me go and tells me to finish my breakfast, I don't feel like eating now and play with my food, until he asks me if I would prefer a sore bottom to eating my breakfast?
For sure, I dont. I reply 'no' but I slowly finish up anyway.
After breakfast, he sends me to my room, where I am ordered to stay until he comes to get me. I stay there lonely and wondering for over an hour. Eventually he enters and sits on the edge of the bed. He motions me over, and I think to myself, here it begins a spanking for sure.
But he doesn't, instead he takes me and sits me on his lap, then he starts to talk softly about the disappointment and lack of self discipline. Then he drops the bomb shell, I am going to punish you and It will be a very long and hard spanking, but not now, I am genuinely angry with you and I will not spank you while I am. I also want you to think long and hard about what you have done and about the spanking you have coming to you. This is Monday morning, so your spanking will take place this Friday after dinner.
Friday after dinner???? I could not believe what he was saying to me – surely he couldn't be serious, he's going to make me wait 4 days before punishing me. My mind was in a whirl and I barley heard the rest of his comments until the word grounding and corner time hit my ears. I had further punishments, I was grounded from 6PM onwards for the rest of the week, I was also to do one hour of corner time each evening before bed and bedtime was set at 10.30PM. I was ready to go off on one of my usual sulks and start to protest loudly, until I saw the look of determination on his face this time. This was a real dad and he knows me too well. I quickly discarded that plan and answered in my most childish voice 'yes sir'.
The week passed so very slowly, I hated being made to go to bed like a little boy, just as much as spending an hour in the corner, and Dad in his infinite wisdom had decided that to enforce the action, corner time was to be done with my jeans and boxers at my ankles, to remind me and make me think of my pending spanking. There is just something about standing like that with my bare buns showing around his house. I hate it! I hate it! I hate it!
But I did it anyway.
Friday crept round an so did dinner, I was very quiet and exceptionally well mannered that night. I could see him occasionally smile at me and I knew that my bare bottom was about to pay a heavy price for my stupid and irresponsible behaviour. After dinner, I just sat, no knowing what to do. Dad simply filled a glass up with some wine (without offering me any), and slowly drank it while he let him meal settle.
I was beside myself with anxiety, he was making me wait and drawing out the whole thing, I knew he was, but I knew there was nothing I could do about it.
Eventually the words came at last, and I am not sure if the were dreaded or more welcomed - Its time for your punishment, son. You know you need it don't you son? I hated acknowledging he was right. He told me to come over to him and he proceeded to hug me tightly and again pat my bottom ever do gently. He told me that this was going to be the hardest spanking of my life and that he was giving me it, because I both deserved it and because be cared about me and loved me.
He let go of me, swatted by butt and told me to go and shower and change into a clean pair of boxers and to come back down wearing only the boxers and nothing else. Well my whole body was shaking as I took that shower and my mind was going at 100 miles an hour as I anticipated my fate as I toweled off and slipped into a pair of my favorite white boxers.
I returned downstairs, but not slowly, much more quickly as if I wanted this - was I mad ? Well Dad was waiting for me, he was sitting in his spanking chair, a straight backed chair, he used for such occasions. I entered the room and he quietly told me to and collect my paddle. I went to the kitchen and there it was hanging up for all to see - my paddle and with my name on it too, my face flushed again as I took it down from its place, and walked back with it to Dad.
I handed it over to Dad, who smacked it against the palm of his hand a couple of times, before reaching for my arm and guiding me over his knees. He was in no hurry and took his time. I have been over dads lap before and was no stranger to it being the platform that my spankings were given on. I tried to make myself as comfortable as I could, but this was different, Dad laid me further over his knees and I was hanging right down, he made me put my elbows on the floor and I could feel my feet rise up and off the floor. There now he said, just as a bad little boy should be - over my knees, but well up and your legs free to kick in the air.
I trembled, as I felt him slowly pull down my shorts and he pulled them all the way off and tossed they aside. My ass and buns were bare now over his lap and even though he had seen my bare many times before, this time it somehow felt different. I would give him my ass, anything he wanted, but I just didnt want this spanking! But with the man who is my dad, well, I knew I didnt have a choice and trying to talk him out of it would get me no where and, on the other hand, could anger him. So, I jerked slightly when I felt his hand on my bare buns as he laid his palm there now. It seemed like it remained there forever. And then suddenly and without warning, the I heard the first slap and new it had begun. He slapped my ass hard!
Hand spankings from Dad were no trivial matter, and the heat soon built up till I was wriggling about on his lap so some very young kind. To be honest, thats how I felt. I was spanked for what seemed like hours, but was in reality perhaps 30 minutes or so, but my butt was on fire and I was getting ready to sob. I couldnt help it. After a particularly hard slap to my lower butt and a loud yelp from me, he stopped.
This was by no means a reprieve and I knew it, he was just pausing to pick up the paddle, my spanking was just about to start. I felt it as he placed in on my butt, as if he was sizing up the target. Then I heard it as it landed with a loud smack on my already red bottom, a second later I heard myself yelp, I couldn't have stopped myself if I had wanted to!
The paddling continued at the same pace and had made me yelp each time, when it contact my lower butt, I really howled and after less that 20 minutes I was sobbing and crying loudly over dads knees. I could feel the tears running down my face, but Dad just kept going he said nothing - I was simply being spanked, I had been a bad boy, and Dad was correcting me, that was all. The paddle continued to fall on my butt and I continued to sob, eventually I cant remember when I just broke down their over Dads lap, as if in one log continual sob.
There was a slight pause, and I only just noticed it. Then I felt Dad grip my waist tightly and for the first time he spoke, 'okay son, lets get this finished up' I cannot describe how rapid the paddle fell on my butt all I can remember was it was like it was never away from making contact from my rear, My sobbing had turned back to yells and I was pleading for him to stop with all my heart, but the paddle kept coming. I don't know how long, but I was suddenly aware that the paddling had stopped. I was still laying over dads lap, sobbing. I must have lay there for a good five minutes, and I felt Dad rubbing my back and my buns. It was such a good feeling, I was still sobbing though.
Dad stood me up and my legs almost collapsed, he grabbed me and I piled into his arms, hugging him as just wanting to be held. He held me tightly and wiped away the tears from my face. He raised my tear streaked face up in both his hands and looked at me. Then he kissed me. Some time passed and we just stayed locked together, eventually when I had visibly calmed down, though was sniffling loudly, he guided me to the dreaded corner, I was totally naked, my shorts had disappeared, and I didn't care where they had gone to. Shorts no longer mattered. I stood in the corner nose to the wall. I didn't move and inch, just stayed there sniffling. I wasn't allowed to touch my butt. I didnt dare try either because I knew he was in the room watching my obedience.
After maybe half an hour, Dad took me by the arm again, he took me up to my bedroom. He spun me round, and again I flew into his arms, burying my face in his chest. He spoke quietly now and told me how proud he was of me, for taking my spanking so well. He put me back in the corner. I didnt know why? I stood there naked. Dad disappeared and was turning out all the lights in the house and checking to be sure the doors were shut tightly and locked. Soon after that he came back and turned me around in the corner I did not dare to move from. He let me put my head on his chest and his hands pulled me tightly around his body. I felt so good being held by him like that even though my bottom hurt like hell. Tenderly he swooped me up into his big arms and he carried me to the bed. He put me down in it and looked down at me. I looked up and saw his big eyes. He is my dad. But now it was time for me to rest. He laid me on the bed, on my stomach and rubbed cream on my very hot buns and then he took me back into his arms again. I lay there, in his arms, with his arms around me, and while before I was wondering how on earth I would sleep with my bottom burning like it was on fire, now with him holding me, I felt wonder and secure. I had been disobedient and I had been spanked and paddled hard for it too, but in his arms I felt complete acceptance. But I drifted off, and soon the pain subsided as I fell into a sleep with him. I knew he loved and cared for me. I had found my dad for sure. I felt his hand where I wanted it, no, needed it, to be.
I lay there in his arms all night long, his boy with a well spanked bottom. When I woke up, he was still holding me, but I was also sharply reminded of my recent spanking as the fiery throb in my butt woke up and made itself known! He patted my buns and somehow the spanking of last night seemed less painful as I hugged him back this morning.
We shared some coffee with me being cuddled in an oversized bathrobe he put on me. It made no difference that I had nothing on under it.
Later still after a lot of hugging and time in Dad arms, Dad spoke to me and told me of some changes. He had not liked spanking me that way, but it was clear from my recent behaviour that I had been in need of a long overdue and hard spanking. From now on I would get spanked each day, to make sure I remembered and if I went back to my old ways, I would get the same spanking I had just gotten, only it would be longer and harder.
I just accepted this decision gratefully and went and sat on his lap and hugged him. After all, he cares for me and loves me, and I knew that even if my bare bottom was on fire. That will never change, nor will my Dad. Most importantly I will never change either. I have found what I have been searching for. That night everything changed for me. I cannot tell you he hasnt spanked and paddled me since that night because he has. I can tell you I have never regretted my decision to commit myself to this one man who is now my Dad.
I knew I would obey him forever.
And yea, even though I began by saying this was just my dream like and what I really wanted to find, I will admit that I actually found it and my dad for real. Wish me luck. I know how fortunate I am now.
Patrick
27 August 2003