Date: Sat, 7 Dec 2002 13:22:22 -0800 (PST) From: Dad Spanker <dadspanker2001@yahoo.com> Subject: Turning the Tables, Pt. 2 Authors Note: All of the usual disclaimers apply. If you are not an adult, you shouldn't be on this site anyway. This story is a complete work of fiction. In the real world, safe sex would be practiced. If anyone has a similar experience or fantasy, the author would be interested in hearing about it. Hope that you enjoy! Turning the Tables-Pt. 2 Dad returned from the bathroom with the lotion, lowered his pj bottoms and got back over my lap. His ass was a fiery red color, and I was sure that for the days that followed, he would remember his punishment each time he sat down. I squeezed some lotion from the bottle into my hands and rubbed them together. I began massaging his fiery cheeks with the lotion. Dad loved it and I noticed the erection that sprang up between my thighs. When I was finished, Dad was obviously embarrassed about his "condition" in front of his son. I only made it worse. I stopped in the bathroom and threw him a washcloth, as I was leaving. "Here," I teased. "You will need this to clean yourself up after taking care of that thing," I said and pointed at his hardon. Dad said nothing and just blushed. One Year Later Dad has been living with me for almost a year now. We sold the house easily and I really do not think that he will be moving out anytime soon. I have come to believe that Dad enjoys the discipline that I provide for him. He usually requires around two spankings a week. His biggest trouble is attending the self-help meetings. I can't tell you how many times I have had to spank him for lying to me about going. Dad isn't a good liar, so I always know when he is lying to me. The truth is, that Dad enjoys being treated like a little boy. Soon after him moving in, our relationship went even further than spankings. Before long, I began to bathe him in the evenings. He keeps all of his pubic hair shaved, so that he looks more like the boy that he really wants to be. If he is feeling sick, he gets his temperature taking rectally, while across my lap. He has expressed a desire to be put in diapers, but I am not ready for that yet. Neither Dad or I considered ourselves to be gay before him moving in, which is why it is surprising that we have now become lovers. It started innocently enough, with me rubbing lotion on his backside after a spanking. Let me explain. About 3 weeks after moving in, Dad called me at work. He had taken his car to the store, because he was too lazy to walk. Some punks keyed it and left a gash on the drivers side door. He knew that I would find out, so he fessed up. He was sorry, would never do it again, etc. Yada, yada, yada! I calmly told him that when I got home late that evening from a dinner meeting with a client in L.A., that I expected to find him in his room, waiting for me to spank him. When I got home around 10, that's where he was. I went to his room and scolded him for his actions. I wanted to relax a bit before spanking him, so I made him wait for about 45 minutes, while I made myself a drink and watched the evening news. I changed out of my suit and put on a t-shirt and some exercise shorts. By now, we both knew the routine. I entered his room and placed the straight back chair in the middle. He came over, undid his pajama bottoms, lowered them and positioned himself across my lap. The position was one which was becoming very familiar to him! There was no prelims anymore. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "What a stupid thing for you to do!," I scolded. "What would've happened if you would've been pulled over by a cop?!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "Ouch..Owwww...Please stop", he pleaded. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "You could've gone to jail!", I noted. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "Ouccchhhhh!!!!.. I know. I'm sorry!", he cried. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "Yeah, you will be sorry!", I teased. "Real sorry!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! On and on it went, until he was in tears and thoroughly punished for his misbehavior. After a couple of minutes, he got off my lap and went into the bathroom to retrieve the lotion and a washcloth. He knew the routine by now. He positioned himself back over my lap, and I began to massage his blistered ass cheeks. As usual, we were both quite hard while doing this. I accidentally poured too much lotion, and a lot of it fell into his crack and onto his genital area. I don't know if it was the alcohol talking to me, but I began to massage his balls and inside his crack. Dad just went crazy. He began to hump my thighs, and I closed them tighter for there to be more friction. Every time I brushed up against his hole, he just shivered. I decided to push the limits and slowly inserted a finger into his hole. He gasped and came all over my thighs and the carpet. Dad was mortified. "Oh, my God!", he exclaimed, as he fell off my lap onto the floor. "I'm so sorry, Mikey!" "That's o.k., Dad", I stated. "It was just as much my fault as yours." "Get that washcloth and help me clean this mess up," I ordered. Dad did what he was told. I stood up from the chair and removed my shorts and undershorts. My prick was sticking straight out, at full attention. Dad began to clean up all of his cum off my thighs. There we were, with my raging hard- on staring Dad right in the face. Before I knew what was happening, Dad had his mouth around the shaft and proceeded to give one hell of a blowjob. I came for what seemed like hours and Dad swallowed every drop. I had to sit on the bed, because my knees were shaky after my explosion. "Where in the hell did you learn to do that?!", I asked. "Oh, I played around when I was new in the service", he answered. "I haven't done that for a long, long time, though." "Coulda fooled me", I complimented. I left him and went to my room. I had the t.v. on, but wasn't really paying attention. I just laid there, in a state. I couldn't stop thinking about what just had happened. I began to get aroused again and was lazily stroking my dick, when there was a knock on the door. Of course, it was Dad. I told him to come in and didn't bother hiding my erection. I had hoped that there would be a repeat of the incredible blowjob. Dad entered my room. He was still naked from the waist down. "I hope that you don't mind", he asked. "Can I sleep with you tonight? It's been a long time since I have cuddled with a warm body in bed." "Sure", I said. "But only if you help me take care of this again", I said, as I pointed my erect penis in his direction. "No problem", he replied. I have a big, king-size bed. Dad came over and laid to the right of me. He began to lick and suck on my penis and balls. He is a very proficient cock sucker! I massaged his back and ass with my right hand. He still had quite a bit of lotion in his crack and hole area. I played there longer, and playfully inserted my finger inside and out of his pussy hole. Dad moaned with delight. I was beginning to get close but didn't want to cum yet. At that point, the only thing that I could think about was fucking his pussyhole. "Stop, Dad!", I pleaded. "I don't want to cum yet." He did as he was told. "Lay down on your stomach", I ordered. "I'll be right back." I went into my bathroom and retrieved another bottle of lotion. Upon my return, I couldn't believe the sight in front of me. There was Dad, buck naked on the bed, with his nice virgin ass ready for me to take. I could've cum right then! I got back on the bed and straddled him. I poured more lotion on his cheeks and opened them to allow the lubricant to coat his pussy hole. Using my fingers, I lubed up his hole pretty good. I, then, coated my throbbing dick with the stuff. Dad just moaned the whole time. I rubbed my dick up and down his crack, and we were both breathing heavy from sexual delight. I leaned forward and kissed his neck. I then whispered into his ear. "You know what I am going to do, right?", I cooed. "Yes!", he exclaimed. "Ohhh, fuck me Mickey! This ass is your to spank and fuck anytime you want!" "That's what I wanted to hear", I teased. With the preliminaries out of the way, I slowly inserted my hard prick into his virgin pussyhole. After a few minutes of slowly fucking him and lubing both his hole and my dick with lotion, I was in to the hilt. He just moaned with ecstasy. I knew that I wouldn't be able to last long, so after a few minutes of fucking his pussy, I came long and hard. I rolled off of him and he cuddled up to me. Neither of us felt the need to say a word. After a bit, we showered together, and then slept like a pair of spoons the whole night. Dad has slept in my bed ever since. If anybody knew what was really going on between us, they would think that we were a couple of rabbits. It turns out that Dad is a real whore. He can never get fucked enough. Sometimes, I have a hard time keeping up with him! Just this morning, as he was doing the breakfast dishes in nothing but his pink, silk panties, I bent him over the sink and fucked him right there! No, I expect that Dad will be living with me as my boy for the rest of his life, and that's just fine with me!