Date: Sun, 10 Feb 2002 15:48:03 From: john smith <ostrich78@hotmail.com> Subject: Living At Dad's House 4 THE FOLLOWING STORY IS FICTITIOUS. If you are under age 18, or are offended by stories of homosexual S and M, go away and don't read this. 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 HYPERLINK "mailto:ostrich78@hotmail.com" ostrich78@hotmail.com . Living At Dad's House: Part IV I must have slept really soundly. All I remember was that in my dream I was running my tongue all over Jason's stomach and working down toward his cock when I was rudely awakend... "Son, Get your ass out of bed; its time for your spanking" said my dad. I rolled over, looking a mess, and rubbed my hair. I asked "can I get a shower first dad?" Dad agreed and I went off to the shower and to relieve my morning hard on. As I was soaping and rinsing I kept thinking about those marks on Jason's ass from his dad's strap. They looked worse than the paddle, and I had completely broken down from the paddle. It was with trepidation that I came out of the bathroom with a towel around my slender teen waist. "Drop the towel son, you won't be needing it" said my dad. I dropped it, and for once my dick wasn't hard: maybe it was all that sex with Jason yesterday, or maybe it was worry about that strap. Dad pulled out the razor strap and dropped it on the bed: it made a deep thud as it landed: "this thing is heavy" I thought. Then dad said "Son, you are going to get 15 with this strap and it is going to hurt worse than anything you have ever experienced. You can bend over your bed and take it, but if you get up I will have to start again. As an alternative, you can go into my room where I will secure you so you don't move." I thought a moment and realized I wanted no chance of more than 15 blows: "can we please go to your room dad?" I asked. In a surprisingly gentle voice he said "Yes..sure...I didn't get it with this strap the first time until I was 16. Even then I couldn't hold still for it. You know, I wish I didn't have to use this but you forced my hand when you lied about the cigarettes". I couldn't believe my own voice saying "Its OK dad, its not your fault, I deserve what I'm getting". In the anteroom of dads bedroom he had me stand very close to the legs of the heavily padded big chair, and he secured my legs to it with straps that were already waiting (I guess he knew I'd need them). Then he had me bend as far over the back of the chair as I could. I guess it wasn't quite far enough because dad came up behind me and grasped my waist with his big hands and pulled me up so that my legs were off the ground with the straps tight and my ass was upturned as the torso dropped over the chair. Then he pulled my arms quite tight and secured them. He then walked behind me, and to my surprise gently massaged my already tender ass. Then he said: "Son, this is really going to hurt. It's OK to yell and scream and even swear. However, I am going to complete all 15 no matter what you say. I'm sorry I had to do it". With that preamble, he swung the heavy razor strap back and smashed it down with great force on my waiting ass. I screamed like a girl: "AIIIIIEEEEEEEEH" I shrieked. My whole ass was on fire. In fact, there was no other part of me; no other reality; nothing in the world except white blinding pain. Then it struck again "OOOOOOOOH...STOP..." I screamed. Dad didn't bother to reply, he just swung a third time... "CRAAACK" as it resounded through the house. Soon my screams echoed after the sound of the strap. True to his word, dad completed all 15. I don't really remember them well. I do remember him untying me and holding me in his arms as I cried. Then he lay on the bed with me and held me tightly. I must have fallen asleep there, as an hour or two later I awoke with him gently stroking my hair. "You needed a rest son" he said as he switched from toying with my hair to lightly scratching and rubbing my back. Over the next half hour, his hands danced across my skin, avoiding my sore ass, in a wonderful massage. Then he got up and returned with some cool lotion which he gently rubbed on to my tortured buns. It felt really good, and I found myself pushing my ass out a bit toward him, and could feel my cock growing hard. During the massage, he praised me for taking the strap like a man. He told me he loved me. He apologized for having to do it. Then his hands stopped moving, and I heard him say: "Roll over son" I hesitated, then he said "I know son, its OK" and I complied. My 6 inch hard on was throbbing. Dad ignored it completely as he spent another 30 minutes massaging all around my body. He did have to wipe off some precum in order to massage my stomach. I had never felt so safe or so close to anyone in my whole life. "Son, it looks like you could use some time alone" he said and left the room. I immediately wanked off, not once but twice, then spent several hours lying on the bed thinking about how my life had changed.