I walked through the door of my house and quickly took my loafers off. I headed to the bedroom, peeling off my socks. Ahh. Freedom. I took off my shirt, pants and suspenders, and then lowered my boxer shorts. I put all my clothes in the hamper, and slipped on a pair of tight white briefs. Just as I finished, the doorbell rang.
I answered, and it was my boy. He was wearing a white polo shirt and black pants. As soon as he entered, those were taken off and he was completely naked.
"You know why you're here, don't you boy?" I questioned him.
"Yes sir. I was bad and I need you to punish me." he answered in the format we'd agreed on.
"Good boy." I replied, and rubbed his face. His beard with thick and brown, just like mine had been at 40. Mine was now grey, as was all the hair on my body.
I grabbed his arm and led him over to the wooden back chair which was sitting in the middle of the room. I sat down, and pulled him across my lap.
"Grab hold of my ankle with your left hand, and give me your right one." I instructed.
He did, and I pinned his right arm to his back as his left grabbed my bare ankle.
"You can wiggle and cry all you want, but do not try to get up. Just stare down at Daddys toes and take this." I told him.
"Yes sir. I earned it sir." he said, his eyes fixed on my naked feet.
SLAP!
I raised my hand high and brought it down on his white cheeks. The noise echoed through the entire house.
SLAP!
Two red hand prints formed on both of his quivering buns. This was going to be fun.
SLAP! SLAP!
I spanked his thighs hard and he bucked on my lap.
SLAP! SLAP!
I alternated cheeks and thighs, left and right.
SLAP! SLAP!
Soon his entire backside was bright pink.
SLAP! SLAP!
SLAP! SLAP!
SLAP! SLAP!
And then I began to lecture and spank at the same time.
"You know you earned this." SPANK! SPANK!
"Yes sir!" SPANK! SPANK!
"And you know that this is just a warm up!" SPANK! SPANK!
"Yes sir!!!!" SPANK! SPANK!
He was taking the spanking quite well actually, wiggling as all boys do, but not excessively so.
I decided to turn it up a notch.
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Hard and fast I spanked his naked posterior. I covered every inch of his bottom and thighs. He kicked and squirmed uncontrollably but his eyes never left my feet.
"Good." I rubbed his hot buns, spreading the cheeks and running my finger down his crack, "You've made it through the warm up."
"Thank you sir!" he sniffled, not yet crying, but very close.
"Stand and go to the corner." I instructed him, "I need to prepare for the rest of your punishment."
He did, and as I headed toward the bedroom I stopped to admire my handy work. His backside was glowing as he stood with his nose pressed against the corner. Just as a bad boys bottom should be.
I went into the master bedroom and opened my bottom dresser drawer. I pulled out a hard wooden paddle and a wooden bathbrush. I snapped it hard across my own cotton covered fanny. Ouch. It would do perfectly.
I yelled for the boy to come in, and he soon appeared in the doorway. His eyes widened when he saw the implements on the dresser top.
I was sitting in bed, my back against the headboard. My erection was straining through the cotton of my tight white briefs, and I saw his eyes glance at my penis as he walked forward me.
"There will time for that after." I chuckled, "Now, climb up here so that daddy can finish spanking you."
Soon he was back across my lap, and the wooden paddle was hovering over his buns.
WHACK!
"Ooooooooow" he cried in agony as the paddle slapped both his cheeks.
WHACK! WHACK!
I was spanking hard and fast, not giving him much time to adjust to the new tool.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
His backside turned red very quickly and tears poured down his face. He started to beg.
"Daddddddy!" he cried.
WHACK!
"I can't take it! his pleas filled the room.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
"You can, and you will." I told my boy.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!
I slammed the wooden paddle against his thighs and he lost all composure and modesty. He thrashed around and screamed like a baby.
I stopped and set the paddle aside.
"One more thing left to do." I said, and grabbed the brush off the dresser.
"Oh please no!" He begged.
"What was that?" I said, and popped the brush hard against his naked butt.
"Oh please no SIR!" he corrected.
"Good boy." I said, and spun him over in my lap so that his privates were exposed. I grabbed his ankles and lifted his barefeet high into the air so that he was in diaper positon.
And then I began popping the brush against his backside.
POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP!
He yelped with each spank and new tears wet his face. I continued to soundly spank his bottom like a little boy, and soon his entire backside looked like two tomatoes pressed firmly together.
"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaa" he screamed, not even able to make words. He choked and cried on his own tears and I roasted his little buns good and proper.
Eventually I stopped, and rubbed the wood against his quivering naked cheeks.
"Da.. da.. daaaaaaddy!" he whimpered, "I'm sorry."
"I know sweetheart, I know." I rubbed his naked posterior with my big hand, feeling the warmth radiate from it, "Sit up baby, and give papa a kiss."
I pulled him up to me, and pressed our lips firmly together. He wrapped his arms around my big bare back and gave me the biggest hug. I hugged him right back, and felt a tear run down my own cheek.
"I love you daddy!" he said, and buried his face into my hair covered chest.
"And I you, son." I grinned, and squeezed one of his maroon buns in my giant bear paw.
I licked my sons ear, and then began to slide my briefs off. He finished the job for me, stopping at me feet. He licked my naked toes, and I massaged his buns. Soon our erections were throbbing unmercifully, and I licked my finger. I probed my big digit deep into his rectum, and he bucked his hips, all the while licking my bare feet. With my other hand I milked his _c_o_c_k_, and he moaned wildly as he came all over my belly.
Once I'd milked him dry, he climbed up and began sucking on the tip of my _c_o_c_k_, and pinching my nipples hard. He tonged the purple head, and twisted my nips, and soon I felt an explosion of semen rushing through my shaft. I shot every drop into my boys mouth, and then pulled him up to kiss me so that I could taste it too. I slapped his bottom hard.
"Sorry I had to spank yer nekkid rear for ya." I told him, "But.."
"I know sir. Bad boys get spankin's. And I was a very bad boy." he smiled.
He buried his face into my chest again, and gently sucked my nipple. We rubbed our bare feet together, and fell asleep intertwined, and deeply in love.