"Oh god! It hurts!" I moaned as the paddle slapped my nude ass cheeks.
"It's supposed to hurt boy." My daddy told me
WHAM! It hit me again, in almost the same spot. I squeeled and stood up on my bare tip toes, doing everything I could not to reach back and rub.
"Aaaaaaah. Please." I begged.
My butt was beginning to look like 2 tomatoes pressed firmly next to each other.
"You keep talkin' and I'll start over, ya hear me?" my dad whispered in my ear, his beard tickling my face, "You earned every single spank I've given, and you've earned a whole lot more."
"Yes pa," i said quickly.
After that exchange, he put down the big wooden paddle. I knew it wasn't over, but he was just changing impliments. I'd gotten about 50 with the paddle on my bare butt, and he'd made every single one count. I stayed bent across the back of the couch, knowing not to move.
"Alright boy, get up and face me." he growled.
I slowly pushed myself up, and turned around, revealing my nakedness to my dad. He was wearing little more than me, tight white briefs that were a tad too small.
He pulled a wooden chair from the corner, and sat down in it.
"Go fetch me the brush, boy." he ordered.
I did as I was told. The "brush" meant the old bathbrush from the guest bathroom. He had spanked my hind end with it many times. I retrieved it and hurried back to him.
"Here, sir." i said, and handed him the dreaded thing.
"Alright, no over my lap, you can kick and cry all you want, but do NOT reach back, ya understand me?" he asked.
"Yes sir." I said, and quickly bent across his hairy lap. My _c_o_c_k_ was pressed firmly between him hairy thighs, and I was staring right as his barefeet. I held firmly onto his ankle with one hand, and the leg of the chair with the other.
"Alright, time for the rest of your lickin'" he said, and began slamming the wooden brush against my very naked cheeks.
Smack! OW!!! Smack! Daddy! Smack! OWWWWW! SMACK SMACK SMACK!
I wiggled and kicked my bare legs, but he held me tight with his left arm around my waist.
He continued slapping my nude buns with the brush, not missing a spot. He slapped my thighs and crack, and even the upper part of my cheeks. I was in agony.
"Daaaaaaddy!" I cried uncontrollably, "Please!"
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
My buns were turning maroon and I dug my toes into the carpet.
"You need this spankin' boy, you need it bad." he told, as he slapped my hiney with the wood.
"Aaaaaaaah, I can't take it daddy! I'll be good! I won't disobey again!" I said through my tears.
"I know baby. I know." he comforted while continuing to spank.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
He gave me 5 really hard ones and tossed the brush aside.
"Have you learned your lesson boy?" he asked me, while rubbing my naked rear.
"Yes Pa, I have. I'll be good." I whimpered.
"Lets have a good look in the mirror, boy." he said, dragging me over to the mirror in the hall.
I took a good look and was surprised at what I saw. Behind me was my daddy. A big bear of a man. Hairy, and almost nude. But what surprised me was my own reflection. It was the reflection of a man, not a boy. I was almost 52 years old. My hair was turning grey. My body, usually covered in hair, had been shaved completely, beard and all. My backside was fire engine red with deep red spots right where my buns and thighs meet. I was a grown man, and I'd just been spanked like a little boy, and loved every second of it.
I turned to my daddy bear, and we embraced, my erection rubbing his. We kissed, and our tongues mingled together.
"I love you pa. I'm sorry i was bad." I managed to get out between kisses.
"I love you too boy, even when i have to spank you." he smiled and locked lips with me again, gently rubbing my well spanked buns with his hairy hand.
I gently tweeked his tit ring with my fingers, and he moaned.
"Shall we go take care of these, baby?" he asked, gently rubbing our engorged members together.
"Yes daddy" I said, and gently kissed his neck as we headed into the bedroom.