Date: Sat, 23 Jun 2012 13:55:45 -0700 (PDT) From: Daddy J <niftydadcr@yahoo.com> Subject: Daddy's Angry by Daddy J Daddy's Angry by Daddy J "How dare you!" I scream at my 12-year old son, flashing a pack of cigarettes I accidentally discovered in his back-pack. "Do you know what this stuff can do to you? Do you know?" I'm standing in my bathrobe, as I was about to go to bed. I was just going to put the homework my son left in the living room in his book bag when a pack of cigarettes fell out. This is a pet peeve of mine in strangers, and here my only son has taken up the habit himself. I normally don't get mad, but this is sending me over the edge. I'm not a big fitness guy myself. I mostly just do yoga, so I keep my body trim but not overly muscular or slender. I have something of an average, yet fit, body that looks like my son was cloned from directly in smaller form. I let my son eat junk food all the time, and even give him a beer from time to time. I consider myself to be a cool dad, but cigarettes are completely off limits, and my son knows this because his grandpa died of lung cancer just last year. What was he thinking? "Dad, please," my son, Andy, said back to me. "It was just the one time. I'm so sorry!" "You're going to be sorry, boy!" I yell back. "But, Dad, it was just the one time. No big deal!." "No big deal?" I yell at my son again. "Really? No big deal? My son's givin in to lung cancer, but it's no big deal, is that right?" "Y- yesss," my son said cautiously, realizing his mistake and now afraid to argue further. "You're under my roof, and you think it's just no big deal. Is that it?" "Please, dad. Calm down." "How dare you!" I growl at my son. "Young man, I am your father. You most certainly do not tell me what to do... especially when you're making poor choices in life like this." "What do you want to do? Am I grounded, sir?" "Yes, you are," I say sternly. "Two weeks. No Xbox, no TV, no internet... and, since you're behaving like a little brat, I'm going to spank your ass like a little brat." "What?" Andy said in a panic, backing away from his father. "Dad, no, please!" With that, I angrily grab Andy and over power him as he screams. Despite his resistance, I get him over my knee easily as I sit on the edge of his bed. "And you won't be needing these, either," I say, ripping off my son's shorts to expose his thick bubble butt. "Dad," Andy cries out. "Please, no!" My son continues to resist and tries to get off my knee, but to no avail. 'You need to learn respect!', I yell bringing my hand down hard on my son's ass. Without hesitation, I smack his ass a few more times, my son howling in pain with each one, kicking his legs during the process. "You can fight me all you want, son," I say while continuing the spankings, "but it ain't going to do anything besides make me madder.". I continue spanking Andy's ass, and Andy continues kicking and screaming. I watch intently as my hand jiggles his ass ever so slightly with each strike, leaving a red mark. The constant thrashing about and resistance opens up my robe, and soon I realize my bare cock is completely exposed, and hardening as I become fascinated with my son's ass. I take note that my son is already hard himself. Our cocks are actually touching at this moment. "Daddy!" My son cried out. "Your robe came open, daddy. Please daddy, stop this!" I continue the spankings and completely ignore him. I'm fully erect now, and majorly turned on. Each spank grinds my huge cock into my son's. I continue spanking Andy and repeatedly strike his nice ass, painting his whole butt red. My raging rod leaks an obscene amount of pre-cum onto my son, and I become mad with a mixture of lust and frustration as I focus in on his reddened ass. The more he begs, the more I spank him and the harder it seems we both get. "Daddy," Andy screams one last time, tears streaming down his face. "I'm begging you! Please stop. I'm sorry. Please dad. Our penises are touching. Please dad! I won't do it again. I won't!" I keep smacking each cheek, focusing in on my son's ass and completely ignoring everything he is saying. Finally, my hand comes down one last time on my son's cheek, and his cum sprays uncontrolled all over his daddy's stomach and leg. My son cries out of humiliation as he orgasms from his father's dick rubbing against his, and I push him back on the floor. "Please, Daddy!" my son cries out. "Please... Don't be angry. I warned you to stop!" "You got off on it," I say standing up up, my boy's goo still in my lap. "You're queer for your daddy, aren't you boy?" My son just continues to cry with no response. The notion of my son getting turned on by my cock rubbing against him sends me over the edge. Suddenly, and without even touching my dick, I start spraying my jizz all over my son's face. The moment takes me as I give in completely to my lust. I quickly ram my cock down his throat, rubbing my son's cum from my lap onto his face. "You like smoking things? " I cry out, face fucking my own son with pure aggresion. "Smoke this!" With that, I shove my son's face on my pedo cock until I hit the back on his throat. I hear him audibly gagging on his dad's man meat as I finish emptying my white warm liquid down his throat, but I don't care. I cum directly into my son's stomach, feeding him my seed. "Swallow it, boy!" I growl at him, lost in my own desires. "Swallow your daddy's jizz. I swear if you miss just one drop, I'm going to beat your ass all over again." My son makes a gulping sound as he desperately tries not to spill any of my seed, but a few drops start dripping out the side of his mouth. He starts making a louder sound, like an elephant sounding his trumpet. As soon as I finish cum-dumping my load into my boy, I pull him off of me, his face now a mess of tears, cum, saliva, and mucous. The two of us sit there in silence: Myself in complete shock of what I just did and my son in tears collecting his thoughts. Finally, my son breaks the silence by standing up and giving his old man one big hug. "I love you, Dad," my son finally says. I hug him back, not sure what came over me. "I love you, too, son. I don't ever want to lose you. Are you okay, son? I know I just crossed a line..." "No, dad, I needed that. In more ways than one." I smile and continue embracing my son. Why do I get the feeling that at least part of that wasn't a punishment for him? God, I can't wait to punish him again!