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Respect is always an issue in my house. Colin, my 19 year old blond haired son, knows that he must always speak acceptable to me, and if not the result would be a good, hard spanking. I have spanked Colin since he was a little boy. I remember picking him up, placing him on the stairs, then dropping his undies and giving him a few good smacks with my hand. Of course, I always did this while my wife was out, since she did not believe in this sort of punishment. When my wife WAS home, I still gave him spankings. If he disobeyed me, I would smack his face and send him to his room. Later I would come up, drop his pants and underwear, and pound his ass for hours. This has always been effective. Disciplining my son is perhaps the best part of fatherhood.
Recently, Colin has been having an attitude towards school. He has seemed apathetic about homework. If I asked him if his homework was done, he always replied saying he already did it. "I warn you Colin, if your report card is bad, I'll spank you so hard you wont be able to sit down for the rest of the school year," I would yell as I bend down and pointed my finger in his face. He shook his head in agreement. The report card came in the mail two nights ago, which was very impressive. But last night I got a phone call from his teacher, Mr. Mathers. His teacher found that Colin has been copying homework, and that his grades are high for only this reason. I apologized to the teacher and repeatedly promised I would punish him severely. Got excited, thinking about the beating I was about to give my son. I didn't even know where to begin. I walked into the living room, where Colin was watching television. "Im proud of your report card, boy," I said calmly to him. "Thanks daddy, I love you." He turned around, smiled at me, and turned back to the TV. My face turned bright red as I felt the blood boil inside me. How dare my son deceive me and deliberately disobey me in such a way. I was ready to give him a pounding of a lifetime. I stood about three feet behind him, and he still did not turn around. "Get up, take off your cloths and get over my knee!" I shouted at him. His little face turn around at me to see if I was serious. It was then he realized that I probably found out about his cheating. He looked at me as a tear rolled down his face. "Don't you even dare cry in front of me, young man!" I shrieked as I raised my hand and slapped his face. He began to weep as he took off his pants and underwear. I stood in front of him, waiting for him to take my belt off of me. His hands trembled as he reached for the belt and slowly unclipped it. He handed it to me with more tears rolling down his face. He began to unzipper my pants and get me into my underwear. We both undress during severe spankings. I stood up over him in my underwear. I looked at my naked son crying and shaking and he looked up with his wide open eyes at me. "Daddy, please don't!" Colin shrieked. "I promise.... I'll do anything.... daddy don't spank me," he began to plea. I dropped my underwear. My fat [lip] shook up and down in front his face. Before he could continue any more, my huge hands grabbed him by the hips and lifted him into the air. His crying began to crescendo. I sat down on the chair with Colin in mid-air in my hands and landed him on my completely naked lap. "Noooooooahhhhhh!!!!!!" he screamed like a two-year-old. He began to squirm away from my lap, but I restrained him. I raised my hand high up in the air and purposely waited for him to turn his head around to see my hand about to hit contact with his smooth, young, ass. Again, he began to scream. "Daddy! Noahhh! Daddy don't do it! Don't spank me!!! Noahhhh.... " My hand soared through the air and with a huge pressure his cute butt head-on. My hand itself was larger than his buttocks. His whole body jerked as his butt flapped back and forth to take the blow. "AHHHHHHHHHHH! WAHAHA!!!" he screamed as my hand raised again to give him the spanking of his life. His body jerked as if he was being electrocuted each time my hand would come down and spank his little boy ass. "SPANK! Whahah!!! SPANK! Nooooahhhh! SPANK! Dad.... SPANK! Daddy.... ! SPANK! WHAHAHAHAHA! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! Nooooo.... .!!!" It never ended. I slapped his ass over and over again. He screamed, squirmed, and tried to get free but I firmly kept him laying across my lap. His little [leg] rubbed back and forth against my bare leg for each spanking, which became rhythmic. I took a look down at his ass. It was red like an apple. I stopped for a second, as his face turned towards me. He looked at me with his face drenched in tears which fell in every direction and dropped down to my leg. His face was red and his eyes were wide open. I reached down for the belt. He began to attempt to get away as soon as he saw the belt. He turned his face away from me, fearing I will smack his face again. He heard the belt move up in the air. "Daddy.... Daddy no! Please! Not that! I SWEAR ill be good. Holy _s_h_i_t_ daddy stop it! Stop it daddy!! Nahhhhhhoowwww!!!!!" The belt made its first whip. He flinched up in the air as I continued to hold him still, against my naked body. "Caa-chh! AHHH!!!! Caa-chhh! UHHAHAHA! Caa-chh! NO!!!!!" the whipping went on for at least fifteen minutes. He screamed out of control and cried like a little baby. He stopped swarming after thirty minutes of the belt, most likely because he was so severely spanked, his butt was numb. I whipped his tiny ass faster and faster each time to give the maximum amount of punishment. I stopped, and put the whip down. He turned his head desperately towards me. His face was now bright red and his pupils were small as tears filled all around his face. Dark lines filled around his eyes. He continued to scream, which was beyond his control. He was attempting to stop the screaming. Usually the more he made, the more spankings he gets. I put the belt down, gave about fifty more spankings with my hand, then stopped. He continued to squirm off my lap but I firmly kept him in place, even after the spanking. After about ten minutes, his screaming and crying calmed down a small bit. "Did you learn your lesson, boy!" I screamed in his face. He tried to make out the word "yes," but was speechless and continued to sob. He shook his head and stopped squirming. The spanking was over, but he still sobbed over my knee. He took his little hands and rapped his arms around my left leg. He put his face on the top part of my leg and cried continuously. My [leg] was right near his face. I could feel that his [arm] was becoming erect. I put my hand on his tiny little boy butt, and began to rub. I softly brushed my hand up and down his butt checks. My finger gently ran along his ass crack each time. My finger got in deeper each time I would brush against his butt. His crying began to slow down, and he began to sniffle. His _c_o_c_k_ has become fully erect at this point. He took his hands, which were tucked around my leg, and slowly put his hand on my pee. That's a boy," I said. I heard him sniffle and sob slightly. "It's a shame I had to give you a spanking like this, son." He finally began to speak in a quiet tone. His sobbing ended.
"Im sorry, daddy." He said. He sounded very sincere. I rubbed my hand along his butt crack harder and stroked increasingly faster. He continued to caress my _c_o_c_k_ with his hand. "It's ok son, I love you," I said soothingly. The feeling of his hands against my _c_o_c_k_ made it more enjoyable. "I love you too, daddy." I sat him up in my lap, then on my knee.
By Jay, the barely legal webmaster... http: jaypspanker. tripod. com