I am so mad at my Dad today I am ready to do something I may regret.

I was startled out of a sound sleep this morning (Saturday) by a call from him telling me to get up 'cause he was on his way over. I told him not to come as I was sleeping and I was out late last night. He said he'd be right over and he really sounded pissed.

I rolled over in my hungover state and discovered my wife was not in bed with me and the house was real quiet--where was she and the kids? I tried in vain to reconstruct what happened last night but I really couldn't remember much except I remember yelling at my wife about something.

I staggered out of bed and decided to let the shower wait 'till I felt better and threw on a clean pair of Jockeys, a white t-shirt and a pair of jeans.

Dad arrived in a few minutes and busted in when I opened the door carrying a duffle bag. He was screaming about Susan, my wife, and how could I treat her and the kids that way. I didn't know what the hell he was talking about but i couldn't let him know that. From what I could gather from him she must have called him last night after i came home from the poker game--crying about the way i treated her and the kids. Now, i must say that sober I am really a nice guy so i don't know what i did but i remember i had too many beers over at Tom's Poker party. Dad said i came in and trashed the house 'cause there was no food in the house house for me to make a sandwich--i guess i really went wild 'cause the place was a mess.

Dad started yelling at me and I started to tell him to mind his own buisness 'cause i was 26, married with three kids--"so knock off the bull_s_h_i_t_." That really pissed him off. He told me that Susan said I acted worse that my three year old, Timmy when he had a temper tantrum.

This is where it all got a little crazy when Dad said if I wanted to act like a three year old he could treat me like a child and give me "a good, old fashioned ass whoopin like I used to do." I thought he was out of his mind. I haven't been spanked by him since I was 14 and took Uncle Jim's car for a joy ride.

I quickly told him I was way too old for that _s_h_i_t_ and to get out of my house.

He grabbed me by the back of the neck and hustled me over to the corner of my own living room and told me to stand there face in while he got "ready." I started to remember from years ago it was of little use to fight him once things had gone ]this far.

"I want you to bend over the end of the couch and grab the second pillow and put your ass up as high as it will go, son," he said to me. Still in disbelief, i did what i was told. I could see out of the corner of my eye he was getting stuff out of the bag he brought with him. Suddenly I heard the all familiar jangle of a beltbuckle being undone and I realized he was taking off his wide, black leather belt.

I was pissed but I lay there in the time honored position ready for my ass whipping. He started lecturing me about responsibility when I told him to can the lecture and to get on with it. That was a mistake as I heard the first swish of the belt come down on my jeans covered butt with such force i though i wouldn't be able to breathe. They kept coming and coming. After a while he let me up and wanted to know if I would like some lecture for a few minutes and I just hung my head and let him go on and on.

He then reached over and started to undo the top button on my jeans and i went crazy. "You are NOT taking my pants down! I am 26 years old much too old for this and I'm not going to stand for it in my own house."

Now you have to realize that my Dad is only 44 and in really good shape. We are like brother most of the time except whenever I stepped out of line.

"You are right about that, son," he said, "you are not going to stand for this, you are going over my knee." He started lowering my zipper and I jumped back and he grabbed hold of my _c_o_c_k_ and balls and gave them one very hard squeeze and I was very suddenly at his mercy. He butterflied the front of my pants and had me across his knee before I could say another thing. He still had a massive grip on my genitals and wasn't letting go. He reached over in his bag and pulled out his leather covered paddle which I and all my brothers were very familiar with.

He slipped the back of my pants down just over my butt and never let his other hand move--this was all new to me--the grabbing of the balls was new to this scene. He started spanking my Jockey covered backside with all the force of a tennis player at Wimbleton. I still could not believe this was happening to me at my age. I love my Dad very much but this is way out of line for a grown man with a wife and three kids. This spanking went on for a long time and my _c_o_c_k_ got hard as a rock with him fooling around with it and everything.

He let me up but told me to go stand in the corner again with my hands on my head. I did that and walked over to the corner with my pants coming down to my knees and I started to pull them up so I could walk.

"Stop, they need to go the other way, pull them down and fold them neatly and place them on the table. You won't be needing them for a while." God, just when I thought it was over. I was glad I put on the Jockey's, I usually don't wear any underwear and my wife likes it that way. My _c_o_c_k_ was so hard and ready it was popping out of the top of the briefs and I looked down and started to giggle.

"You think your childish behavior is funny, do ya, well we'll just see who'd laughing in a few minutes," Dad screamed, "get your ass over here and and kneel down in front of me." He was sitting in the arm chair at this point and had me kneel with my face practically in his croch. He picked up the leather paddle and the blows started ringing down on my already very sore butt--and he kept this up for a long time.

Finaly he told me to stand up and he gave me a hug and told me he loved me and that when I remember this day in the next few years I will remember to be good father and husband--even with a few beers in me. I was crying and told him I loved him and said that he was probably right.

He then shocked me as he sat back down in the chair and told me to lower my underpants to my upper thighs and kneel down in front of him.

"No, Dad please, please, please, I've learned my lesson, I've had enough and I promise I'll be good to Susan and the kids."

H reached over and grabed my balls and _c_o_c_k_ and squeezed very hard and I knew we wern't finished." I lowered my Jockey's to where he wanted them and was very embarrased when my 9' _c_o_c_k_ spring up and hit me in the stomach. How many have you guys have ever been hard in front of your own DAD?

He now pushed me to my knees and sat in the chair with my face in his croch. My backside was now nude and he grabbed the belt with one hand and my _c_o_c_k_ in the other and started giving my ass the whipping of its life. The sensation was unbelieveable--the burning of my rear with the intimacy of my Dad sliding his rough hand up and down my very pressure sensitive _c_o_c_k_--this went on for at leaset 15 minutes.

Finally, my front had had enough and could not stand one more stroke. I let out a blast of cum that shot all over my Dad's sneakers and jeans and in the meantime I could feel his rock hard _c_o_c_k_ with my whole face. He pulled me up onto his lap and rubbed my ass for a long while and told me how proud he was of me-- most of the time.

"Son, I hope this never happens again but I'm here to tell you it could and it will if I hear you treat Susan and the kids badly at any time--do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy, I do."

I reached for my pants and he told me to leave them where they were, "The embarrasment will do you good." he said.

He went to the refrigerator to grab two beers when the phone rang and it was my mother and we spoke for a while.

I hung up with her and turned to my Dad and said,"Hey, Dad that was Mom and she told my what YOU did last night and she wanted me to talk to you about it."

I went into the living room and grabbed his belt and told him, "This will do all the talking."

But, that's another story. Do you want to hear what happened? E-mail me.