A Visit from Craig

by OKAYDA <OKAYDA@AOL.COM>

After we had graduated from college, my old room mate and part time dad Craig had gotten a job out of state and so we didn't see each other all the time but stayed in close touch. He got married and I went to visit him a couple times a year and stayed at his house. He had a son and I remember being there when the boy was about five and Craig gave him a spanking. Craig flipped him over his knees for the spanking and it brought back old memories.

It wasn't very long after that when Craig came to town on business and stayed at my apartment. The second night we went out and had a few beers, it was pretty much like old times. While we were out, Craig bought himself a cigar and it reminded me a lot of our life together in the house we had. Craig was sitting there in one of our old bars, puffing away on his cigar happily, and drinking his beers. It had been about six years since we were room mates and I thought maybe Craig was going to treat me like I was all grown up. While he went to the john, I pulled out one of his cigars and lit it up. When he came back to the table, he looked sort of ticked.

"What are you doing, I thought I taught you not to ever smoke?" He asked.

I made the mistake of laughing.

Craig didn't look amused. "Don't think you've gotten too big for a spanking. I spank my son at home when he needs it and I can still spank you if you need it. Understand?"

"Come on, Craig" I said, puffing on my cigar.

"Either you put that out right now, or I'll take you in the john and whip you right there, understand?"

Just a look at his face, and a quick remembrance of many warmed rear ends led me to put the cigar out quickly. I thought maybe that would end his fatherly bit but I was wrong.

"Have you been smoking again" Craig asked, with a frown.

"Let's talk about something else, Craig"

"You're coming awfully close to getting a spanking, so answer me, son" Craig said sharply.

"Okay, I hardly ever smoke, Craig."

"Hardly ever? You got spanked for ever smoking. What have you been smoking?"

"I don't know." I knew now that something bad was going to happen to my butt.

Craig shook his head.

"You know better than that. Let's get it over with and make it easy on yourself. What have you been smoking besides cigars?" I waited a minute and decided he was right. Every time I tried to delay it got it worse so I decided to 'fess up and see where he was going. I wasn't a boy any more and wasn't sure he would go through with his threats.

"Well, cigarettes now and then and once in a while.....a joint"

Craig exploded. "A joint! Wasn't the first spanking I ever gave you for smoking grass?"

I nodded.

"Well, I guess you know what you got coming as soon as we get home? Do you still have the old belt I used to spank you with there?"

I couldn't believe this was happening again. I just looked down at the table.

"When we get back to the apartment, you're going to get the belt, understand? Do you know where the old belt is?". Craig used to whip me with an old brown belt of his that he kept handing on the wall. I kept it in the bottom of my closet but wasn't about to tell him that. I stared down at the table and muttered something

"Well we're going to find it and you're going to get it good, you've got a real spanking coming, understand?"

I knew what was coming. "Yes, Craig, I understand."

Craig said no more about it for a while and then we got in the car to drive home. On the way there, I was getting pretty scared. I remembered that Craig gave really hard spankings and when he got cracking with his _d_a_m_n_ belt, he could leave welts that lasted for days. I guess he could see I was nervous.

"Wait til we get home. I guess its time for you to get reacquainted with the belt" he said, smiling.

I said nothing. When we got home, we went inside. Craig told me to go in the bedroom and get the belt. I told him I didn't know where the particular belt he used to spank me with was. That seemed to make him even madder.

"Who told you that you could throw that away? That's going to cost you an extra session." With that, Craig reached down and unbuckled the belt he was wearing, a pretty wide black belt that was also pretty new. He slipped it slowly off his jeans and doubled it up.

"Okay, son, you know the routine. Get over the arm of the couch."

"Come on, Craig, I'm too big for a whipping."

Craig should his head and smiled. "Don't make it worse on yourself, son, get those pants down and get over the couch."

I decided to stand my ground thinking he would back down. I shook my head no. Craig rushed me and tried to force me over the arm of the couch. In the struggle, he dropped the belt but after a pretty hard fight he got me in position, bend over the arm of the couch, but my pants still up. He gave me a hard swat. Followed by a handful of other hard swats.

"take those pants down, NOW"

When I refused, Craig continued to spank me with his open hand. Finally, I realized he had me beat. I told him I would do it and lowered my pants and bent back over the arm of the couch. While I was doing that, Craig retrieved his belt. Once I was back over the arm, Craig surprised me by yanking my shorts to my knees.

"I'm going to help you remember to obey me, now take this...."

With that, Craig started delivering a series of really hard licks to my bare butt. CRACK!! It had been some time since I had gotten one of his lickings and I forgot how much it stung. He gave me more than 20 strokes with the belt on the bare butt and I was yelping really good.

"Okay, thats your spanking for not pulling your pants down. Now pull your briefs up for the spanking for smoking."

I quickly pulled em up. Craig then told me to go get the old belt and not to say I didn't know where it was. I decided not to fight so I went and got the old belt and brought it to him, doubled up like he had kept it for many years. Craig looked at it and smiled. He snapped it between his hands and told me to get back over the arm of the couch. Craig landed the belt on my shorts for the first of the smoking licks. SMACK!!! I yelped good again but it did no good. The belt continued to land as I squirmed on the arm and begged. Only after three dozen strokes did Craig let up. The belt hurt as much as it ever did and I was tearing up and yelping good. When he stopped and stood back, I got up.

"Have you remembered to do what I tell you, son?" He asked.

I nodded. Craig looked angry still so I was a little worried.

"Well we have one last item of business to finish. Your spanking for pretending that you lost the old belt. But you'll get that in the morning. Get me a beer and let's talk now." With that, he gave me a smack on the butt and I went and got us a beer from the kitchen. I was pretty apprehensive the rest of the night because I didn't want him to pick up the belt again.

The next morning, Craig was up, as usual before me, and taking a shower. He came out of the shower and put on a clear pair of jockey shorts and came over by my bed. "Get up, time for your medicine".

At this point, I knew better than to argue with him so I rolled out of bed. Craig picked up the old belt that he had brought in from the living room and snapped it then he sat on the bed. "Over my knees."

With that, Craig started spanking my butt with his belt, really hard. While it didn't hurt as much as the night before, since he couldnt get a full swing, it still stung. After two dozen strokes, Craig put the belt down and pulled my jockey shorts down. Then he started spanking me with his hand. Not only did it sting, but it reminded me who the dad really was and I was yelling, Please stop dad as Craig spanked me. Finally, he did and let me up.

Even though Craig left a few days after that, I was able to remember for a long time that he was in charge and it was a long time before he ever licked me again.


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