In part one of "Finding a Daddy." I told how I made contact with Brad and filled him in on my spanking history. We left it that I was going to provide a scenario for our first meeting. I'd suggested the report card scene because it provides a good reason for a spanking and still leaves some leeway for the spanker during the scene. I'd done this before, and it didn't take much time to come up with my usual grade report and comments. As I wrote them, however, I decided to turn it into a full-blown letter from the principal, in which he goes so far as to suggest the kind of punishment he'd mete out himself, were he able. Since Brad didn't seem turned off by some of the additional punishments I'm mentioned to him on the phone, I decided to incorporate them, to see how far we could go. This was the result.
Dear Mr. Ambrose,
It is my unfortunate duty to inform you that your son, Tony, has not been behaving at the standard we expect form the boys in our school. As his academic performance is at times quite high, his poor performance in some areas demonstrates a lack of interest and effort on his part rather than a lack of ability. I have asked his teachers for an interim report. If report cards were issued today, Tony's grades would be:
Reading: A Comments: All assignments submitted promptly. Work is very accurate and shows that Tony has understood the subject. He has a great interest in literature and is able to analise the material at a very high level for a student his age.
Writing: C+ Comments: Tony could express himself very eloquently if he'd only take the time to learn the basic rules of grammar. He's been told to check his work before turning it in, but there are still careless mistakes that show he isn't checking it.
Spelling: D Comments: Tony doesn't memorize the weekly assigned spelling lists.
Arithmetic: F Comments: Several assignments were not turned in, which is why he is failing the class. The assignments that were completed show careless mistakes.
Science: C Comments: Tony does well enough with the theory, but not with learning nomenclature. He refuses to memorize.
Art: B While he doesn't show any great talent for art, he does the assignments on time and is agreeable in class.
Deportment: Failing Some teachers report having disciplinary problems with Tony. He also talks out of turn and refuses to comply with instructions.
Tony's arithmetic teacher set up a special tutoring session for him, but he did not show up for it. When I questioned him, he told me his science teacher had kept him after class. My investigation revealed that Tony was lying. His science teacher had not kept him after class on that day.
During the past few months, Mr. Ambrose, your son has fallen in with some of our more difficult students. It is my hunch that this explains the marked change in his behavior. If you had responded to the notes I sent to you via your son, I believe this could have been nipped in the bud. As you are aware, we here at the school have a very limited range of disciplinary methods available and must rely on the parents to take appropriate corrective measures.
I would like to take the liberty of speaking candidly. I suspect that Tony did not deliver my notes to you, and he didn't inform you of the last two school open houses. I was surprised not to see you there, as you had always taken such a keen interest in your son's education.
May I be frank with you? Were Tony my son, I wouldn't hesitate to take him in hand. He'd be spending quite some time over my knee getting his bottom warmed. For what he's done, he'd get more than one spanking, and spend time in the corner thinking of his errors while he was anticipating the next one. In my house a boy who lies gets his mouth washed out with soap. And I'd use an enema to clean out the other end. An enema does wonders for taking the sass out of a teenager. And my own experience with my own four sons has shown that nothing puts an arrogant brat in his place more than having to submit to a bath from daddy. I'd put him in the tub and scrub him clean. All of him. Then he'd get a good dose of the bath brush over my lap. I did this with my youngest only last weekend, and he has been a quiet, obedient lad ever since.
My sons know that I discipline them because I love them. As long as you keep that message alive, the discipline will have a positive effect. From the times I have talked with you here at the school, Mr. Ambrose, I know that you love your son and would do anything to see him succeed. I'm afraid that you are going to have to do something soon. If I do not have some assurance that corrective measures have been taken, Tony will face suspension or expulsion within two weeks. This is a very difficult thing for us here at the school. We take pride in our students' success. Your son has the potential to succeed. But unless you spark some interest in him, he will not succeed. And his failure will have a negative effect on his fellows. I cannot allow this to happen.
Yours sincerely, Oscar Needhams Principal, St. Olaf's School for Exceptional Youth
I was a little worried when I sent this off, hoping I hadn't gone too far and turned Brad off. So I was relieved when he sent this back.
Dear Principal Needhams:
Thank you so much for your informative letter concerning my son's inexcusable behavior and poor performance at St. Olaf's. I regret that Tony has caused you and his teachers so much difficulty. I can only assure you that I will do everything in my power to correct Tony's deplorable conduct, to stop his lying and to motivate him to do better in school.
I particularly appreciate your suggestions for corrective action. I'm a busy man and I fear I have allowed myself to miss what I now recognize as the obvious signs of young Tony's decline. While I have disciplined Tony on occasion in recent months, my tendency has been to react angrily with a quick strapping with my belt. Unfortunately, my attempt at a "quick fix" has not resulted in long-term behavior change. That is about to change.
Thanks to your guidance, I will refrain from immediately punishing Tony and allow myself the chance to calm my understandable anger over what he has done, and for who he has become. I want to take a much more calm and planned approach, as you suggest, to teaching him a sorely needed lesson. I've asked his mother to take his siblings shopping and to the movies on Saturday. I will deal soundly and severely with Tony at that time.
I plan to implement each and every one of your suggestions. Tony will be soundly spanked for each of his transgressions and between these humiliating bare-bottomed over-the-knee spankings his mouth will be washed with soap (a lesson for his lying), an enema will be administered to reinforce the importance of the need for a new beginning, and after I will personally bathe him to reinforce my role as a father in control who is to be obeyed at all costs. Embarrassment can often be as effective as pain. My son has grown too big for his britches and I plan to put an end to that. He'll soon be reduced to the submissive little boy he is this Saturday. Rest assured that I plan to pay close attention to Tony's upbringing now and will spank the boy regularly over my knee until you've assured me that a change for the better has occurred. I give you my full permission to do likewise.
Let me assure you, Principal Needhams, that I love Tony dearly and would never want him to think otherwise. I will follow his well-deserved spankings with expressions of the love and concern that only a dad can give. As I place his now tender behind on my knees, he'll know that his dad spanked him out of love. A boy needs to be taken in his father's arms as regularly as he is bent over his knee.
Again - thank you for your concern and advise. I appreciate your candor and your dedication to the upbringing of our youth.
Sincerely,
Brad Ambrose
There it was. My proposal had been accepted and I was about to experience what I'd fantasized about. And it had been so easy. I asked myself why I hadn't proposed it to anyone before. In my enthusiasm I sent an email to Brad to say I hoped I hadn't pushed the envelope and that my usually fertile imagination was working overtime. He said that, on the contrary, I'd pushed all the right buttons. And he was ready to take over. He outlined what he wanted me to have ready for his visit the next Saturday morning.
Tony, I imagine that young Tony will be hanging out in his pajamas or boxers and tee (with white briefs on too) on a typical Saturday morning. Have a bath brush handy near the tub. That's the only thing I'll be using to spank well-scrubbed bad boys on Saturday - besides my hand. I expect to find a bottle of lotion by the bed for massaging the sting out of young Tony's sore bottom after his series of spankings. I assume I'll find Ivory soap and a washcloth in the bathroom, a good spanking chair in the bedroom and a very naughty boy when I arrive. Have a couple of Fleet enemas handy. They take less time than an enema bag, and between the bath, corner time, and having your mouth soaped - you'll have enough time away from the thigh ride I'm going to treat you to. And bare-assed riding my thigh is where I prefer you. I'll bring a condom just in case I succeed in exciting you enough to give me the ultimate "thank you" for teaching you a lesson.
You do have a wonderfully fertile imagination. I'm enjoying the hell out of it. I do suspect, though, that at some future point the 55-year-old Tony is going to be given a very serious spanking for indulging so obsessively in his fantasies of submission.
Dad
When Saturday morning finally came, after a few days spent in tingling anticipation, I was waiting at the window long before Brad's arrival. I always do this, wait sitting by a window where I can't be seen, watching for the first glimpse of my spanker as he gets out of his car. In most cases this gives me time to get over the initial shock and anger over the discrepancy between the guy's description of himself and reality. But not with Brad. He's said he was "somewhat easy on the eyes," but that was a major understatement. He is a hunk. My type to a tee. Slim but solid muscle; youthful and vigorous.
My first thought was that he'd be disappointed when he saw me. If he was he hid it very well. I'd barely let him in the door, and was walking toward the kitchen to get him a drink, when he told me to wait a minute, so he could get a better look. He turned me around and had me bend over, so he could lower my boxers and briefs to assess what he would be working with. He said he approved.
The first business was a quick tour of my house to see everything was in order. In the bathroom, he unwrapped the bar of Ivory and set it on the sink, commenting with a grin, "I see you wanted to have a clean bar." He picked up the bath brush and felt its heft, which met with his approval. In the bedroom he went straight to the box of Fleet enemas and removed then, setting them beside the spanking chair. Then he was ready for his drink and a chat.
Once we were settled in the living room, and he had his drink, I started telling him my life's story. He listened attentively, saying very little until, "You're babbling Tony, Are you hiding something from Dad?'
So the scene had begun. I was pulled into character with a jolt.
"No, Dad. Just talking."
"Then you wouldn't know any reason why your principal would write to me?"
His tone cut through me. I felt as if I was his son, it was a Saturday morning at home, and Dad had caught me. So, I told him that I guessed it was something about my schoolwork. And then he exploded.
"Stand up when you're talking to me, young man," he shouted as he stood up and met me nose to nose. "You know _d_a_m_n_ well what this is about. You've been in trouble at school for weeks, and you hid it from us. Did you or did you not get notes to bring home to me?'
"Yes.,,"
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, sir."
"And why didn't I get them?"
"I didn't give them to you because I knew you'd be upset."
"Upset??? And what do you think I am now? Happy? Of course I would be upset, and I'm even angrier that you deceived me? What did you do, sign the notes yourself and return them?"
"No, sir. Tod signed them for me. He told me he did the same with the notes Mr. Needhams sent to his father."
"And who is Tod? One of these new friends you've made who is nothing but trouble? Why have your mother and I never met him?"
"He just didn't want to come over? But he's pretty cool, one of the coolest guys in the school."
"Tony, no kid who gets you into this kind of trouble is cool. And you are in one big heap of trouble, young man. You are going to find out just how much trouble this morning, because I'm going to do something I should have done quite a while ago. I've been ignoring you too much, but that's going to change. This morning is going to give you a taste of just how things are going to be from now on. You've disgraced yourself at school, been hanging out with the wrong crowd, lied to your mother and me, and just gotten too _c_o_c_k_y. You are my son, and I can't let any of this go on. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Dad. I get the message."
"No, Tony, you don't 'get the message,' because I haven't even sent it yet. But this is my message."
With that he bent me over his right knee, pulled down the shorts and boxers and gave me a dozen hard swats on my butt. It came fast and furious and left me a little dazed. He then completed the job of stripping me and pushed me into the bathroom, where he made me sit on the toilet lid while he filled the sink and began to soften a bar of Ivory soap in the water. My eyes were riveted on the soap as he lathered up the washcloth.
"Boys who tell lies in this house get their mouths washed out with soap. Open wide."
Before I could comply, he'd pried my mouth open and was moving the soapy washcloth around in it, reaching around the teeth and all over the tongue. My usual high gag reflex didn't help me stay still, but he was undeterred. My first mouth soaping wasn't the pleasant experience I must have thought it would be. The soap tasted nasty, and having someone probing around your mouth required a form of submission that was new to me.
Finally he pulled out the washcloth, but he replaced it with the bar of soap. "Hold that right there until I tell you to take it out." He didn't leave it there all that long, but he shoved the bar in and about a couple times, so I had bits of soap around my mouth."
"Rinse."
I bent over the sink to comply, trying to get rid of the soap taste, unsuccessfully. He allowed me to rinse twice before I got a swat on the tail and he grabbed me by the shoulder to straighten me up.
"Think about that the next time you're tempted to lie. Now we're going to your bedroom for the next phase."
In the bedroom was the straightback spanking chair, which was our immediate destination. I was over his lap in a flash, and he wasted no time in holding me firmly down and setting a fire in my tail with his hand. He spanked until I was kicking, then I was sent to stand with my nose in the corner, and my hands on my head, while I got a blistering lecture about how disappointed and ashamed my parents were of me.
"What else have you been up to at school with these thugs you've been hanging out with? Been smoking?
"No, Dad."
"Don't lie to me, boy!" WHAP
"I'm not lying. I don't smoke."
"And why" WHAP "should" WHAP "I" WHAP "Believe you?" WHAP WHAP WHAP "You've been lying to your mother and me for weeks. We can't trust anything you say."
"Please, Dad. I'm telling the truth now. I don't smoke." Young Tony was upset that his dad didn't believe him. This hurt almost more than the spanking.
"Yeah, sure. Well, I'll tell you another thing. You are not to see those boys again. Ever. I'm going to tell Mr. Needhams to keep an eye on you, and if I hear that you've done more than say 'good morning' to one of those guys in the hall, you're going to be right back here. And it's going to be a lot worse. Maybe I'll invite these 'friends' in to see you get a spanking. Would you like that?"
"Please, no, Dad. Don't do that. Please!!!"
"No, I guess you wouldn't like that. That's all the more reason to do it. To let them see you over dad's knee with your bare butt getting a good old-fashioned spanking until you cry. Then they'd see what a baby you really are. They'd like that, I bet."
"No Dad. They'd laugh at me."
"Well, if they did, I'd just have to spank them too. Now, you've had enough rest. Get over here. We took care of the filth in your mouth, Tony. Now we're going to get rid of the venom you've got inside you. Daddy's going to give you an enema, and you are going to hold it as long as you can, so it can do its work."
He'd said, "Daddy," and it sounded so right. I felt the Fleet enema nozzle invade me. It was small enough that it wasn't uncomfortable, but I soon felt the contents of the bottle moving through my insides. Then he gave me the second one, "just to be make sure you're cleaned out. And to help you hold this as long as you can, I'll give you something else to think about."
The something else, of course, was another spanking, or a couple of spankings, with a break in between while Dad massaged my stomach to help the enema circulate. I bravely held out as long as I could, though the cramping and gurgling were nearly more than I could bear. I finally had to say, "Daddy, I need to go to the bathroom."
"O. K. son, Go right ahead, but don't close the door."
I hadn't bargained on that, or that Dad would be standing over me while I used the toilet. He continued his lectures as I sat there uncomfortably, swatting me upside the head a couple times to emphasize his point.
"How does it feel to have daddy standing here while you're on the toilet, just like when you were three years old?"
"It doesn't feel good, Daddy."
'No I guess it wouldn't. But you don't deserve any privacy, so just get used to it. Just sit there as long as you have to. I don't want a mess later," he said, like to a little kid. I must have turned red, for my cheeks felt on fire. He began to run a bath, so I knew what was next.
What had I gotten myself into? Here I was on the toilet, doing what should have been the most private of acts, knowing I was next going into the tub to be scrubbed like a three year old. And it was all nothing more than what I had asked for, what I thought I'd needed, and was turning out to be far more than I'd bargained for. But I realized it was what I needed. I felt my eyes tearing up a little at the thought, but pulled myself back and got it together.
"I'm done, dad."
"Then wipe yourself good and get in the tub."
The bath was far from the gentle bathing I'd planned. This was a scrubbing with the soapy washcloth, and not a portion of my body was exempt. I was ordered to get under the water, then sit up so he could wash my hair and torso. Up on my knees while he cleaned my private areas thoroughly, even pushing the washcloth up my ass, commenting that I hadn't been keeping myself clean enough.
"I can see that we're going to have to make bath time a regular event. I won't have a filthy boy around the house."
When he finished, I was told to stand and he dried me off. I wasn't even allowed to do that. Then daddy took the bath brush in one hand and me by the other, and we went back to the bedroom.
"Now, Tony, this is going to be a harder spanking. I'm going to spank you until I know you've learned a lesson today. While I'm spanking you, I want you to tell me exactly why you got spanked and what you're going to do to be a better boy in the future."
The bath brush really hurt, so it was hard to concentrate on remembering all the reasons I'd given for being spanked, and I got a few harder swats when I got things balled up. But I must have finally recited everything, because he commanded, "Now get down on your hand and knees right there."
I got into that revealing position and was told to list how I'd been punished, and what would happen if I misbehaved again. Dad left me there for a few minutes with my butt up in the air and exposed to him.
"Now get back up here."
And then I got another spanking, this time with the hand, but it was so rapid and stinging that I was kicking, bucking, writhing and trying, unsuccessfully, to get away from him.
"When we're done, you are going to sit down and write a long letter to Principal Needhams, telling him exactly what happened here today. You are also going to tell him you will apologize to every one of the teachers you gave trouble to. You'll tell them you got spanked, and that your daddy will spank you some more if they think you need it. Understood?"
"Yes, daddy."
He spanked on and on until I had no sense of shame or dignity left. I was begging daddy to stop spanking me, and promising to do anything if he would. Eventually he did, but only after enough time to let me know he was following his own schedule, and not mine.
"OK, Tony, Come up here to Daddy."
Daddy seated me on his lap and held me in his arms for a long while. I was breathing convulsively, nearly sobbing by this point, but it felt so good and secure to be held like that, even though his jeans felt rough against my blazing bottom.
"I'm sorry we had to do this, but you know I love you very much and want the best for you. And part of loving you means giving you the discipline you need. We are going to have a Saturday morning meeting every week until your grades are what they should be. And I'll spank you any other time you need it. At long as you live in my house you will be spanked for misbehavior. No grounding or anything like that. Just spanking. Do you understand?" After I'd nodded meekly, he said, "Now go lie on the bed and daddy will sooth you."
It felt so good when he rubbed lotion over my throbbing bottom and whispered that he loved me and that he was sorry he'd had to do that. His finger separated my cheeks and found their way to my anus, slowly worked their way inside. I must have purred as he gently massaged me there. He worked me well with one finger, then two, relaxing me.
"And now are you ready to show daddy how appreciative you are of what he's done for you?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Good, Get up on your hands and knees."
I got into position and heard the sound of a packet being torn open. I knew what was next.
"OK, Tony, sit back on your heels and get your shoulders flat on the bed."
I obeyed, opening myself further for him. He pushed his dick gently but determinedly against my anus, until I felt it sliding in.
"Are you OK, boy?"
"Yes, sir," I said, truthfully. I was ready for him. Ready to give everything to him. And he took it with some of the most vigorous _f_u_c_k_ing I've ever had. When my legs began to feel the strain of the position, he pushed me forward so I was flat on the bed, being pummeled by his dick, which he used like a jackhammer. Then I was on my back, with my ankles near my ears, all the time being reamed, and being told I was "dad's pussy boy," and being made to repeat it over and over. Then I was sitting atop him, riding his _c_o_c_k_ like a cheap whore. And it all felt so right, this ultimate submission to my daddy. The feel of his pubes rubbing against my flaming tender butt, the invasion of my body, which I welcomed as never before, his incredible energy as he _f_u_c_k_ed me, all were driving me to a fever pitch that built in intensity, until he reached a thunderous orgasm that I felt with my whole body.
Then it was my turn to clean daddy, with a warm washcloth, followed by a little tongue bath that got me acquainted with the ultimate pacifier. When he took me in his arms again, I felt even more whole and comforted than before, right after the spanking.
As we got dressed, Brad said, "You're very hungry, Tony. You act so self-sufficient, but you're not. You could use a lot more of what you got today."
I wanted to disagree, but also felt he could be right. We'd entered areas I'd never been before, and they had felt like home to me. I didn't understand it, and wasn't about to question it. It was as if he'd spoken a truth I knew very well, though I'd never said it myself. Yes, I was hungry, and though Brad had given me a lot, I was hardly sated.
As we embraced at the door, I let my hands wander to his butt. "You know, Brad, you have a great ass." He gave me a rather surprised look and said, "Thanks." And he was off. How I wished he could stay forever.
That evening, I remembered young Tony's promise to write to the principal and sent this to Brad.
Saturday, September 11, 2004 Dear Mr. Needhams: My dad has told I have to write to you to apologize for my behavior in your school and to tell you what he did to correct me.
I am sorry I spoke back to teachers and made fun of them in class. If I do it again, you have my dad's permission to spank me.
I will do my homework in all my classes. Dad and Mom will check it before I turn it in. If there is a day when I do not have homework, they will need to see a note from the teacher that says so. If I come home with no homework and no note, Dad will spank me.
I will not hang around with boys who get into trouble. Dad told me to ask you to tell me if you see me hanging around with the wrong boys. If I still do it, you are to tell my dad. He says he will invite the boys over to our house and let them watch me get a spanking. If they laugh, Dad will spank them too.
If I tell lies, Dad gives you permission to spank me. He also wants you to tell him so he can spank me and wash out my mouth with soap.
I will apologize to each of my teachers and tell them how Dad punished me. If they don't think I was punished enough, they are to tell Dad to give me more.
If I get less than an A on a test, you should tell Dad. He says he will keep track and add this to my demerits for or Saturday morning sessions.
Dad says I must tell you that I am sitting at the computer on my bare bottom, and that my bottom is hot and red. It is not nice sitting here like this. After Mom and the kids left, Dad told me he got your letter. He bent me over, right in the living room, pulled down my boxers, and swatted my butt. He told me how disappointed he was and how ashamed of me. I've never heard him say he was ashamed of me before. Then he took me into the bathroom and washed out my mouth with the Ivory soap. He said he wanted the taste to remind me not to lie. After he let me rinse out my mouth, he took me to the bedroom, pulled down my shorts and briefs, and threw me over his knee for a bare bottom spanking that hurt. When he finally let me up, I thought we were done, but he sent me to the corner.
He lectured and scolded me while I was standing there, then had me go over his knee again. He told me he was going to clean the venom out of me. He gave me two enemas and held me to make me hold them, while spanking me. I held it as long as I could, then he sent me to the bathroom.
The next part is kind of personal, but Dad is going to read this before I send it, and he says I have to include this part. He made me leave the bathroom door open while I used the toilet. I was embarrassed by how long it took. Dad stood there scolding me most of the time. Then he told me to wipe.
Dad ran a bath and put me in the tub and gave me a bath like a little boy. He hadn't given me a bath since I was 5 years old. He scrubbed me good and told me he'd be bathing me from now on, since he couldn't depend on me to keep clean. He wouldn't even let me dry myself.
Back in the bedroom I got a spanking with the bathbrush, which really stings. Dad spanked me until he could tell I was really feeling it. But he told me we weren't done. I had to kneel on the floor with my head down while he told me I was going to get another spanking and that I had to apologize, tell him what I was going to do to improve my behavior, and say what I was going to write to you.
The last spanking was the worst. Dad didn't stop until I was sobbing and struggling. After that he put me on his knee and hugged me until I stopped sobbing. Then he put lotion on my butt and let me tell him how grateful I was to have a daddy who was willing to take the time to improve my behavior.
Daddy just read what I've written so far and told me to add that I will get a good spanking every time he hears from you, as well as a Saturday morning spanking until I get straight A's. After that I am to submit to a spanking whenever Dad thinks I need one, no matter how old I am.
He also wants me to say again that you have his permission to put me over your knee and spank my bare butt whenever I misbehave or don't do assignments. But he wants to know about it as well so he can give me worse when I get home.
Please Mr. Needhams, will you tell my Dad that I haven't been smoking at school. I told him I haven't, but I don't think he believes me. I don't want him to be ashamed of me or not to trust me. That's even worse than the spanking.
I'm sorry I misbehaved and put you and the teachers to so much trouble. I will do my best to be better from now on and will accept the consequences when I don't.
Yours sincerely, Tony Abrose
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