Date: Mon, 04 Feb 2002 19:53:27
From: john smith <ostrich78@hotmail.com>
Subject: Living At Dad's House 2

THE FOLLOWING STORY HAS BEEN ACTED OUT BY ME AND "MY FATHER" BUT I WAS AN
ADULT "BOY" AS WAS MY "FATHER". THE BACKGROUND IS FICTITIOUS, BUT THE
DESCRIPTION OF THE PUNISHMENTS IS 100% ACCURATE. THE STORY IS NOT INTENDED
TO CONDONE OR ENCOURAGE THE ABUSE OF MINORS.

IF YOU FIND THIS SCENE INTERESTING AND ARE TRAVELLING TO SOUTHERN
CALIFORNIA, YOU MAY E MAIL ME AT ostrich78@hotmail.com

Living At Dad's House: Part II

I woke up at 6 with my usual 14 year olds morning boner.  I got up and went
to my bathroom, which is private.  I took a piss, and turned to look at my
ass as I recalled last night.  What I saw was better than I had feared.  On
my right cheek there was still telltale reddening all over the surface of
the skin, but it had faded a lot.  I also noted a number of broken blood
vessels that gave red spider web like marks.  The right cheek was pretty
much the same except for a light bruise about 1" in diameter. I knew I had
a half hour before I had to shower, so I began my morning jack off session.
With my penthouse magazine gone, I began to fantasize about Sue.  She was
my current girlfriend, and her body presents a lot to fantasize about.  I
began to work on my cock while picturing her ass in tight jeans, but I
found that my mind kept wandering back to the spanking last night.  I could
almost feel and hear the smacks on my ass as I relived my first spanking.
Sue was gone from my mind, and without really thinking about it I shot a
huge load within minutes while thinking about the spanking.  Then I lay
down on the bed and questions filled my head.

"Why did I get hard during the spanking?  Why did I just shoot so fast
while thinking about it?  Did I like this?  Fuck, I do...I'm a pervert.  I
must be the only 14 year old at my school to get spanked.  What if the
other guys figure it out?  I'm a big man at school because of my build and
athletic skills, I don't think they would say anything.  I'll kick their
asses if they do.  Oh Shit, what do I do at PE today.  Will people notice?"

I lay pondering this for about 15 minutes then went off to my shower.  I
again paused and looked at my ass in the mirror.  It wasn't that obvious
but if anyone looked, they would not miss it.  While lathering up, I spent
a lot of time on my ass.  I notice that it still hurt if I pressed down, so
a full day on those hard plastic chairs at school was not going to be
pleasant.  My thoughts then went back to the spanking and I was again hard
so I quickly jerked off.  This was a little excessive for me: I usually
jerk off once every morning and sometimes in the evening.

I got dressed, carefully checked how I looked in the mirror, grabbed my
books and ran for the bus.  When I got to school, everything was as usual.
"Hey Scott, how's it hanging" I heard from one of my basketball buddies.  "
A little to the left" I replied and the guys around me laughed.
"Scott...Scott": it was Susie calling me.  I went over and we talked and I
walked her to her class before running off to mine.  However, my mind just
wasn't on Susie.  I made it into my first period class just as the bell was
ringing and took out my notebook.  Mr. Jones the history teacher began
lecturing, and I tried to keep my mind on the topic, but I found my mind
wandering.  I was shifting around on each cheek as I noticed the
discomfort.  Soon, I was looking around at the other guys and wondering if
any of them had the same problem. Then I thought, "No, I'm the only 14 year
old loser in this school who gets his ass beat".  Soon the bell rang and I
snapped out of it and went to second period.  I said "Hi" to many of my
friends in the hallway.  The other kids show me some deference due to my
looks and athletic skills.  I pondered this a bit in light of my sore ass
and decided that they might not be quite so deferent if they knew.  The
remainder of the morning passed quickly, then it was off to lunch.  I had
lunch with Susie and some of her friends, but it was quiet and I wasn't all
that interested in the conversation.  Instead, my mind was wandering to my
next class: PE.  This semester we are running, and showers are mandatory.
The coach stands there and passes out towels to us after we have showered,
and checks our names off on a list.

The bell rang and I went to the locker room.  I changed into my PE clothes,
keeping my back to the lockers when I removed my boxers in favor of the
athletic undershorts.  All the guys were talking about tonight, Friday, and
their plans for the weekend.  There was the usual banter about who was
going to get laid, etc.  As usual, most of it was bullshit.  We then ran
our 3 miles and were sent to the showers.  I knew I might have a problem,
but we are all guys.  Guys aren't likely to look at my ass in the shower,
are they?  I mean, guys don't like to look at other guys.

Since there was no avoiding it, I went into the shower room: a large tile
area with 20 shower heads arranged around the walls.  When you shower
there, you are right next to the other guys.  I looked around as I walked
in.  No one seemed to notice at first. I noticed the boy next to me, Jason
who like me was considered one of the cool studley boys.  Jason is a little
taller than me: 5-6; and weights about 145 lbs with a tight stomach and
dark hair.  I noticed his tight ass and wondered if he ever got it.  I
noticed his uncut cock again: he had the only uncut one in class, and it
had aroused my curiosity before.  I was contemplating this while shampooing
my hair when one of the guys said "Hey, look at Scott, what happened to
your ass?".  I turned red and replied "I fell while skateboarding" and gave
him a look that could kill.  No one said another word, but there were some
smirking looks exchanged: the 14 year old stud on campus gets spanked.  I
walked over to where the coach was and took the towel, and covered my ass
as I walked away from him so he wouldn't see.  I dried and got ready to
leave when Jason stepped closer to me and said in a low voice "It happens
to me too, don't worry about it".

I had 2 more classes after PE to sit through.  In the last class, Jason sat
next to me and asked "so what are you doing this weekend?".  I said " I
don't know, I got in some trouble and I'm not sure if I'm grounded".

Jason then smiled and said, not unkindly, "it looks to me like you have
already been punished, call me and we can hang out".  I promised to do so
and then began to wonder, was Jason hot for me?  Was he a pervert?  I
looked at his crotch secretly several times and imagined this uncut dick
hard.  Soon I had a raging hard on, and was glad that Mrs. Jones the
English teacher does not call people to the board.  I managed to pull my
mind away from Jason and get my woody soft before the bell rang and I
headed home.

I decided to walk home this time to have an opportunity to think.  I was
realizing some things about myself, and did not quite know what to make of
them.  First, I seem to like guys...but maybe it's a phase, I can't be
queer.  Second, something about my spanking was very exciting in a sexual
way.  Additionally, thinking about Jason getting his ass thrashed was very
arousing.  Third, I did not want to get another spanking.  Yes, I am turned
on by the idea of it, but it hurt then and it hurts now.  I am going to be
very good at home and give Dad no reason at all to punish me again.

When I got home, I knew I had a few hours to myself before dad came home
from work.  I made myself a couple of sandwiches, got a coke, and logged on
to the computer.  I was starting to play Everquest, my favorite game when
an instant message came through.  It was Jason.

"What's up?" was the question.

I replied "not much, just relaxing and getting a snack...glad it's the
weekend".


Jason then replied "me too...but I'm a little nervous about tonight..".

I answered "why, its Friday night, relax and enjoy, relax".

He then messaged "I got this note from Mrs. Jones...the fucking
cunt...saying that I haven't been handing my homework in.  Dad is going to
be really pissed and I'm worried".

I answered, while noticing that my cock was growing, "what will he do".

"Same thing as your dad: beat my ass.  Only he will use the belt which is
worse.  It leaves loop marks and there is no way to explain it away.  It
also hurts like FUCK".

I tried to be supportive: "Dude, I feel sorry for you; that's gotta hurt
like hell...sorry..."

Then I got a final message "Oh Fuck, he's home..see ya..."

I sat for a while, imagining what would happen to Jason.  It was exciting
and scary.  I could imagine what he must be feeling, bent over with a belt
striking his ass.  Begging and pleading, apologizing, making promises.  But
at the same time it totally turned me on.  I beat off for the third time
that day.

Dad got home about 6:00 and everything seemed cool.  He asked me how my day
went, we talked for a while, then he said "Hey son, let's go get some
Chinese food".  I was glad to go because we both love Chinese food and to
me it meant that all was forgiven.  We had a great evening, I more or less
forgot about the spanking, and got home at 9 pm.  I watched some tv in my
room and went to bed.

The next morning I woke up, horny as usual and thinking of Jason.  I got on
line and had an e mail from him: "Dude, my ass looks like hamburger. He
beat the shit out of me for not doing that homework.  He gave me a hard
hand spanking, then paddled me for 10 minutes.  I was screaming and begging
and he stopped and sent me to the corner.  Then he came back and said that
the warm up was over and it was time to punish me for the homework.  He
asked me how many assignments I had missed: I told the truth, 15.  Then he
took out the razor strap: big heavy fucker.  He had me lean against the
wall and gave me 15 hard blows: one a minute.  CHRIST, I have never cried
so hard in all my life".

I began to respond to his e mail when I heard my father bellowing: "Scott,
get your ass down here right now young man, you have really done it this
time".

I flew down the stairs, wondering what the fuck I could have done now, and
knowing that it wasn't going to be good.  My father was standing in the
laundry room, holding my sweatpants, out of which he had just pulled a half
pack of cigarettes.

"Shit", I thought... "think fast...Christ I'm in trouble".

"Young man, you told me yesterday that the cigarettes belonged to your
friend.  Now here I find another half smoked pack in your pants pocket.
You were lying to me.

I looked down: he had me cold; all I could say was "Yes sir, I'm sorry. I
was afraid to tell you...I knew I was in trouble already".

Dad then replied "Well, I guess we have two things to punish you for: lying
and smoking.  Get up to your room and get undressed".

This time I knew what was coming.  I took off all of my clothes and waited
for him.  No sense in fighting back `cause I am not going to win.  I ducked
into the bathroom and checked out my ass: God, I still had the marks from
last time.  Then I sat down on the bed and waited.  I heard the footsteps
coming up the stairs, and knew how the condemned feel when they hear the
boots of the executioner.  Strangely, my cock sprung to full erection by
the time dad entered the room.  He was carrying the plastic paddle plus a
leather strap.  The strap was old.  It had a wood handle and the leather
part of it was 2 feet long.  It was about a half inch thick, well oiled and
supple, and had been cut down the middle so it had two tails".

"Stand up son" I heard.

I complied, embarrassed by my hard on in this situation.  As I did so, I
glanced at my father's crotch and noticed a bulge...Jesus, he gets into
this...

"Bend over the bed Scott".

I did so, and he placed the evil looking leather strap in front of me where
I would see it.  Then he picked up the Jokari paddle.  The interrogation
began.

"How long have you been smoking?" Dad asked.

"About a year sir" I replied, then felt the burn of the paddle as it came
down.  "OOOH" I cried...this was really hard, much more than yesterday.

"And how many cigarettes do you smoke a day son". Dad asked.

I hesitated, and felt two really hard whacks.  I sucked in my breath and
told the truth: 3 to 6 cigarettes a day dad, I don't really smoke that
much".

I felt another whack and heard him say "Good, then you won't have too much
trouble giving them up...so you smoke an average of 4 cigarettes a day?"

I said "Yes, more or less...but I swear I will stop".

"And what is the date today son" I heard him ask.

I thought for a moment...the date...what the fuck is it...then I replied
"Saturday, Jan 19, 2002".  I wasn't taking any chances on getting it wrong.

"So how many days have there been this year" he asked.

I thought, "what the fuck is this, a math test?" and then replied "19 sir".

He then asked the question "and how many cigarettes have you smoked this
year son...what is 19 times 4".

I was appalled, because I thought I knew where this was going.  Also, when
you are bent over with your ass smarting and you are only 14 and use a
calculater for math, it isn't easy to do this quickly.  I multiplied in my
head...4 times 10 is 40, and 9 times 4 is 36...76... "76 Sir".  I said.

Well, then you're in luck son, I believe that every year is a fresh start
so I will only punish you for the ones you've smoked this year.  I hope you
enjoyed them, because now you will get 76 blows with the paddle".

He started in even as I was begging " 76...Oh God that hurts...Please
sir...AAH...Not 76...I can't take it...I'm so sorry...OH, OH, Help, please
sir, I won't do it again".  Over the next 20 minutes or so I got 76 blows,
not that I really remember them all.  I vaguely recalling putting my hand
up to stop it and then being slammed down on the bed with my father holding
my lower back and beating me as I sobbed and my legs kicked.  Then it was
over.

I stood up and was directed to the corner.  As I stood up from the bed, I
noticed a long string of precum connecting my cock to the sheets.  I
quickly wiped it away and headed for the corner.  Once there, I notice that
I was continuing to dribble precum down onto the carpet, and hoped that Dad
wouldn't notice.  Dad left me around and went into the bathroom.  I heard
the door close and the toilet seat come up, then nothing.  Eventually I
heard low moaning and realized that my dad was in there beating off.  That
fucking pervert, he just beat the shit out of me and now he was getting
off.

However, the thought was having a predictable response on my own meat which
was now throbbing and dripping.  I had to do something with all that
dripping: I squeezed my cock from the base to the tip milking it out into
my hand, then ate it.

I heard the toilet flush and the water run, then dad came back in.

"Turn around" he said.

Of course when I complied I my hard cock.  He laughed and pointed at it and
said "So you're growing up son, don't worry about it; I used to cum
sometimes when your grandfather used that leather strap on me".

"Now, about the lying to me.  That is far more serious than the cigarettes
and will get you your first introduction to the strap...".

"But dad" I started to interrupt.

"Shut up son...you are going to get 20 blows with that strap, but not until
tomorrow morning.  You need time to rest".

I could not believe my own voice saying "Thanks dad" for this respite until
tomorrow.  Dad then left and I got back on line and instant messaged Jason:
"Dude, I just got the shit beat out of me too".  He replied quickly "Meet
you in the canyon".  I knew exactly where he meant.  We kids used to build
forts there when we were younger.  I went out to meet him, hoping for a
comrade in this whole weird and painful experience.

To be continued.