Note: This story does not support the use of corporal punishment on minors.
"Twenty-eight, Sir. Thank you, Sir. May I have another, Sir?" Jimmy counted with his eyes shut tightly.
CRACK!!! The next lick landed across his scarlet bottom. Jimmy had to force himself to stay in position -- buck-naked, bent-over, grabbing his knees.
"Twenty-nine, Sir! Thank you, Sir! May I have another, Sir?"
There was a pause.
"This'll be the last one, Jim," said Jimmy's father.
The man twirled the paddle for a moment in his hand before readying the last swat. Jimmy's father was a handsome, tall, athletic man who was delivering the last in a series of very mean paddlings to his son. For the last week, Jimmy's father had punished his son daily after getting home from work, per a disciplinary agreement initiated by Jimmy for failing one of his classes at the university. Jimmy, who still lived at home, had felt very bad about failing his class and wasting his father's money; so, in order to prove how sorry he was to his father -- and to fess up to the discipline he obviously needed -- Jimmy asked his father to paddle him with the old fraternity paddle his father had been paddled with in his college days. Little did Jimmy know that his father intended to carry out the frat-style paddling all week in order to allow Jimmy to really prove his loyalty and regret. Though initially scared at the idea of getting a series of paddlings, Jimmy soon warmed up to the idea, looking forward to each day's new chance to prove his loyalty to his father. Besides, his father had alluded that Jimmy might just get a chance to turn the tables on his father when the paddlings were over...
CRACK!!!! The last swat landed with excruciating force.
"Thirty, Sir! Thank you, SIR!!" Jimmy counted strongly.
There was a pause. Jimmy's father shifted his weight a little.
"Alright, son, that's all. Your punishment is officially over. Stand up," his father said.
Jimmy stood, pain streaking down the back of his legs. He moaned.
"Geez, dad...this last one was harsh," Jimmy said, rubbing his ass.
"You deserved it!" his father said smiling.
"Well...yeah..." Jimmy chuckled. "But it was still harsh."
"I know, but you took it well -- better than I took most of my paddlings during initiation. So take pride in that, Jim." Jimmy's father smiled.
"Thanks, dad," Jimmy said. He looked at his father, who stood there in his tight black T-shirt (which showed off his powerful chest and flat stomach) and his close-fitting jeans, which showed off the mans tight ass and rather large package. Was it his imagination, Jimmy wondered, or was the bulge in the front of his fathers pants looking bigger than normal?
"So..." Jimmy's father said, looking at the floor of his son's room, "now that your punishment is all over..."
There was a pause.
"I believe you promised me a chance at your own backside, Sir," Jimmy said smiling broadly.
"Yes...I did say that, didn't I?" Jimmy's father said, looking up and grinning. "I wasn't sure you'd remember."
"Are you kidding? A chance to paddle YOU? I don't think I'd ever forget that," Jimmy said, growing very excited.
"Well, do you still want to?" his father asked, almost shyly.
Jimmy had to smile. He almost never saw his father exhibit any signs of shyness; the man was usually more bold and outgoing as anyone he'd ever met. Jimmy realized he was getting slightly hard at the thought of all this. He glanced at his father's package...it was definitely bigger as well.
"Of course I still want to!" Jimmy paused. "Er...when do you --"
"Now, if you want," Jimmy's father finished for him. "Or later, if you need a chance to rest..."
Jimmy smiled.
"No, Sir, I think I'd like to keep the memory of my own paddling fresh in my mind as I'm giving you yours."
Jimmy's father smiled, looking at the ground again.
"Just remember, son, it's been a couple of decades since I got my last paddling, so go easy on me," his father said.
"Excuse me?" Jimmy laughed. "I seem to remember plenty of times when I asked you to go easy on me, and do remember what you always told me?"
Jimmy's father smiled, looking up.
" 'Son,' " Jimmy's father said, imitating himself, " 'it's never easy punishing you -- that's why your punishments are never easy.' "
"Yeah," Jimmy chuckled, "I never got that. What does that mean, anyway?"
"Well...I guess it was just my way of telling you that I didn't like punishing you, but I knew that I had to be harsh with you, otherwise there was no point in the punishment at all. So, even though I didn't like it, I HAD to be hard on you." Jimmy's father smiled.
Jimmy smiled back.
"I understand, Sir. Which is why I have to say, dad: it's not going to be easy punishing you, and that's why your punishment isn't going to be easy."
Jimmy's father laughed and shook his head.
"Enough with the corny dialogue. May I just have my licking now, Jim?"
Jimmy grinned.
"Alright, dad, you're going to get this the same way I've been getting it this last week. Strip down, bend over, and grab your knees."
Jimmy's father smiled and nodded, handing Jimmy the paddle. Kicking off his shoes, his father slowly removed his shirt. Jimmy swallowed, his excitement about the paddling growing. He watched as his father began unbuttoning the fly of his jeans, lowering them carefully to the floor and kicking them off to the side. Jimmy swallowed hard. Though the two men were always walking around the house in just their underwear, Jimmy hadn't seen his father naked since he was a very little boy. His father paused for a moment, standing there in just his snug white briefs. His large package was even more visible now than through the jeans -- it was definitely a little hard. Jimmy's father hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs, then paused again, looking his son in the eye. Jimmy nodded slightly. Very slowly, Jimmy's father lowered his briefs to the floor, and kicked them off to the side with the rest of his clothes. He stood there proudly, masculine and muscled, naked and slightly hard. Jimmy, though well-endowed himself, was impressed by his father's size. He looked at his father's dick for second or two, realizing that his father was returning the gaze. The two men looked one another in the eye for a moment, then Jimmy's father turned, spread his legs apart, and grabbed his knees.
"Ready, son," his father said, a note of anxiety in his voice.
"Alright, dad," Jimmy said, "you're going to get thirty swats. Count them aloud, thank me, and ask for another -- understand?"
"Yes, Sir, I understand," Jimmy's father said clearly.
Jimmy smiled. This was definitely going to be fun.
Jimmy held the paddle in position for a second, a completely new sensation. He felt the weight of the thing in his hand. He readied the paddle, placing it next to his father's round masculine ass, imitating just how his father had done it this past week. He lifted it high in the air, and brought it down in a practice swing at his father. The man winced expectantly. Jimmy smiled.
"Just practicing, dad. Sorry."
"Don't be sorry, son," his father said grinning. "You're in charge. This is your paddling, so do whatever you need to do."
"Yes, Sir," Jimmy said automatically.
"And don't call me Sir when I'm bent over like this, Jim. It's not right. Sir is what I call you in this position."
"Uh...ok, dad."
"Call me 'boy', Jim," his father said grinning.
Jimmy shook his head slightly at the thought.
"Alright...boy..." Jimmy said, swinging another practice swat.
"Ready?" Jimmy asked.
"Ready, Sir," his father replied.
Jimmy brought the paddle back far and swung with all his might.
CRACK!!!!
"AH!!" his father cried, jumping a little. The man was surprised at the pain his son had delivered in the first swat. It only took a second, though, for him to recover completely from the initial shock.
"One, SIR. Thank you, SIR. May I have another, SIR?" his father counted aloud in a deep resonating voice.
Jimmy grew a little harder. He'd never heard his father sound so confident and yet be so submissive.
CRACK!!!! Jimmy let another swat land, not quite in the same place as the last. He briefly admired his father's ability all these years to land swats and licks in the exact same spot as the previous one. It was definitely an art...
"Two, SIR. Thank you, SIR. May I have another, SIR?" his father asked, fully meaning what he said. He was happy to be bent over, receiving swats from his only son. It was an incredibly bonding and calming experience.
CRACK!!!! Jimmy landed another swat on his father's ass, which had already turned a nice pink.
"Three, SIR. Thank you, SIR. May I have another, SIR?" his father said. The man thought for a moment back to the lickings of his childhood and the paddling of his college days. His son had as much strength as each of the other men who'd disciplined him in his life. He was proud of the boy.
CRACK!!!!
"Four, SIR. Thank you, SIR. May I have another, SIR?" Jimmy's father said, fighting past the burn. He'd had many years of experience with corporal punishment -- both as a boy and a young man -- so he knew how to properly fight the pain. However, he had to admit that his son was giving him quite a challenge.
CRACK!!! CRACK!!! CRACK!!! CRACK!!! CRACK!!! CRACK!!!
"Ten, SIR. Thank you, SIR. May I have another, SIR?" his father counted, now sincerely impressed with the continued strength of the paddling his son was delivering. It was a challenge to fight the pain, but the man was still managing perfectly fine.
Jimmy paused, wiping a few tiny beads of perspiration from his forehead. He was giving every ounce of strength he could to each swat, and his father was taking them with impressive stoicism. Watching his father take the licking, he suddenly realized the full meaning of taking your punishment like a man.
Jimmy laid on another fifteen swats, watching his father count out each one, his ass growing a deeper shade with each swat. Jimmy now sported a raging hardon at the sight of his ripped father bent over for a round of swats just like a little boy. And though he couldn't really get a good view of his father's tool, he was almost positive it had become quite hard as well.
CRACK!!!!
"Twenty-six, SIR! Thank you, SIR! May I have another, SIR?" Jimmy's father counted. The man blinked his eyes several times, keeping a few tears from forming. The pain had gradually become more than he could take without showing it. Though he still was having no trouble staying in position for the paddling, he was beginning to feel the old familiar effects of a good hard licking. The teary eyes, the pain streaking down his ass and through his legs, a sense of humility and subordination to the man delivering the licking, and of course, his hardon. By now, the man had become fully erect, as he always did during the last (and most painful) part of his lickings. No matter whether it was from his own father or from one of his frat brothers, he always got hard during the last part of his spankings. It was an intense experience between two men -- bonding in its most powerful form -- he couldn't help but get hard. He wondered, though, what his son thought about seeing his father get a woody from getting his ass paddled... Although, he recalled, Jimmy was getting the beginnings of a hardon himself before the paddling began. And besides, the man thought, I've felt Jim get hard more than once when he was over my knee as a boy getting a good hard spanking.
CRACK!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!
"Twenty-nine, SIR! Thank you, SIR! May I have another, SIR?" Jimmy's father said, his eyes now very watery from the intense pain his son was delivering.
Jimmy paused, savoring the last swat he would give his father. He wasn't sure he'd ever get the opportunity to do this again. He wasn't sure he himself would ever be paddled by his father again either. He wanted to make the last swat count. Jimmy pulled the paddle back high, and with every ounce of strength he could muster, he let the last swat land with deadly precision.
Jimmy's father grabbed his knees firmly, suppressing an instant impulse to stand up at that last swat. The pain grew gradually, building to a slow intense burning that slowly overwhelmed the man.
"Thirty, SIR!! Thank you, SIR!!" Jimmy's father counted, a few tears finally rolling down his face. It was a feeling he hadn't experienced in years -- the intensity so great that he had to relieve it by crying silently.
Jimmy paused, not quite sure what to do next. He moved closer to his father, and gently placed a hand on his father's strong back, stroking it slightly.
"You took that well, boy," Jimmy said, quietly and somewhat awkwardly.
Jimmy's father felt a few more tears roll down his face as Jimmy called him boy. So many years of always being someone else's father -- always being the responsible one -- always being the disciplinarian...it was nice to finally be the disciplined.
"Thank you, Sir," his father said with relief.
Jimmy grew ever harder still (if that was possible) at hearing his father call him Sir again. Jimmy walked over to his bed and laid the paddle down. He looked at his father, still bent over, and noticed that the man was crying.
"Dad?" Jimmy said with concern.
"Sir?" Jimmy's father responded.
"Dad, are you ok? I didn't hurt you too bad, did I?" Jimmy asked, a little afraid.
"No, Sir," his father said.
"Dad, stand up, please, and stop calling me Sir," Jimmy said, worried. He hadn't seen his father cry in...well, he couldn't remember ever seeing his father cry.
The man rose, sporting a raging hardon still. He wiped the tears from his face.
"It's like I always told you, son, your punishment isn't over until you cry real tears," the man said.
"Wow..." Jimmy said quietly. "I don't think I've ever seen you cry, dad."
"Your grandfather used to see me cry about twice a month," he said, chuckling, the last of his tears gone. "From the time I was 6 until I was 19, your grandfather gave me a licking about every two weeks."
"I guess I'd forgotten that grampa spanked you so late," Jimmy said, loving the idea of his father getting his 19 year old ass strapped hard by his own father.
"Yeah, well...I needed it. And just between you and me," his father said with a wink, "I think he always went a little too easy on me."
Jimmy smiled. He loved talking about corporal punishment with his father. It was a tradition between fathers and sons he had grown to greatly admire over the last few years. In fact, the last few years in college had given Jimmy enough distance from his own childhood discipline to truly appreciate corporal punishment. He had become a firm believer in it, even.
"Is that why you were so strict with me, then?" Jimmy asked his father with a grin.
"Strict?" his father said, rubbing his sore ass. "I actually thought I was going easy on you..."
Jimmy laughed.
"Well if that was easy, I'd like to see what hard feels like!" he said, teasing his father.
Jimmy's father smiled. He glanced down at the boy's hardon, relieved to see his son was just as aroused as he was. Suddenly, an idea came to him. He grabbed his son's arm, sat down on the bed, and threw the boy over his knee, their hardons pressing into one another.
"It feels a little something like this," his father said, pulling the boy closer into him, feeling his son willingly press his own hardon into his father's. He slapped the boy's ass several times as hard as he could. He closed his eyes as the boy squirmed a little, grinding their hardons together.
"Man, that stings!" Jimmy said, the pain from the paddling he'd received earlier now returning. He squirmed purposefully on his father's lap, closing his eyes in pleasure.
His father stopped spanking him.
"I can stop if you can't take it, boy..." his father said, smiling.
"No, SIR! I need a good hard spanking, Sir," Jimmy said smiling.
Jimmy's father began spanking the boy as hard as he could, both father and son taking great pleasure in the new spanking. After a few minutes of squirming, Jimmy had begun to take a new pleasure in the pain he was enduring, not to mention, he was quite close to cumming. He grew a little nervous, not wanting to cross a line that his father didn't intend on crossing.
"Uh dad..." Jimmy said nervously.
"Yeah, son?" his father answered, opening his eyes, and stopping the spanking.
"I'm uh..." Jimmy paused, not knowing how to phrase it.
"You're getting close?" his father asked.
"Yeah..." Jimmy said nervously.
There was a pause. Jimmy closed his eyes, realizing his father was probably going to stop the spanking.
"Me too, son," his father responded.
The two men remained silent and still for a moment. Suddenly, Jimmy grew bold.
"May I have some more, Sir?" he asked.
Jimmy's father smiled, placing his hand on his son's hot ass.
"How many more do you need, boy?" his father said, rubbing his son's ass, grazing the boy's balls several times as well.
Jimmy closed his eyes in ecstasy as his father's hand caressed his balls a few times.
"About another minute or two, Sir..." Jimmy said.
"Whatever you need, son..." his father said, continuing the spanking.
Jimmy continued to squirm over his father's lap, grinding their _c_o_c_k_s together. A few moments later, Jimmy grabbed his father's leg and began shooting a large, healthy, warm load, suddenly feeling his father do the same. The two men grinded together; the man continuing the spanking as they came, beating his sons ass as hard as he could.
A few final slaps ended the spanking, and Jimmy's squirming came to a halt. The two men remained motionless and silent, breathing heavily. After a long pause, Jimmy's father spoke.
"Well..."
"Yeah..." Jimmy said, uncertainly.
"I guess you and I need to get cleaned up," the man said, firmly striking his son's ass. "C'mon, up, Jim."
Jimmy stood up, covered in a mixture of both his and his father's cum. He looked at his father nervously, smiling.
"You ok, son?" his father said without a trace of shyness.
"Yeah," Jimmy said, growing more confident at his father's usual demeanor.
"Are...we ok?" his father asked.
"Yeah," Jimmy said, nodding and beginning to smile. "We're cool."
Jimmy's father smiled at the boy, ruffling his hair.
"It was a very...bonding experience, dad," Jimmy said, looking down.
"I'm glad, son. I think you and I just discovered we had even more in common than we ever thought," his father said smiling broadly.
Jimmy looked at his father and laughed as the man put his arm around him and led the boy out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom.
Jimmy's father grabbed a clean towel and cleaned himself off. Jimmy stretched out his hand for the towel, but instead, his father placed a hand on the boy's shoulder, and began gently toweling off the boy himself.
"Thanks, dad," Jimmy said, looking his father in the eye. "I mean...for everything."
"You're welcome, Jim," his father said, wiping the last of the cum off his son.
"Even though my punishment is over and everything..." Jimmy said, "Maybe...tomorrow, when you get home from work...maybe I could be in my room and ready for a paddling just like this last week?"
Jimmy's father smiled, and looked the boy in the eye.
"Whatever you need, son. I'm always happy to give you a good healthy spanking," his father said, pulling the boy in a firm hug.
"Thanks, dad," Jimmy said. "I think I'll be needing them for a long time..."