Date: Sun, 07 Mar 1999 16:06:35 EST
From: stan scott <stan_78@hotmail.com>
Subject: Spanked by Dad

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    As I headed down the street toward home, I knew I was in big trouble 
if my dad got there before I did. He had gone with his boss into the 
city on business and said he wouldn't be back till late that night. I 
kept looking at his car in the driveway after he left, knowing I was not 
allowed to drive it unless he was with me. It had only been a week since 
I got my driver's lisence but I wanted to see what it was like to drive 
without him watching my every move.
    The temptation got the best of me and there I was on my way to pick 
up a couple of friends to go for a ride. We ended up in the next town at 
the local teenage hangout. Getting into an intense game of pool with 
some other guys there, I lost all track of time. It was 12:15AM by the 
time I dropped off my friends and turned the corner onto the street 
where I lived.
    As I pulled into the driveway, I saw the light on in my dad's room. 
My heart started beating faster and I could feel the sweat running down 
from my armpits. I saw the curtains move as I got out of the car and 
then saw my dad looking down at me from the window. I went into the 
house and straight up the stairs to his room. I tried to appologise, 
telling him I would never take his car again without permission.
    He wouldn't listen to me and told me he was going to give me the 
worst whipping I ever had. It had been years since he had given me a 
licking and then it was only a few swats across my butt. I begged him 
not to beat me and that I was a good boy and had always listened to him 
before. He paid no attention to what I was saying and instead sat down 
on the bed and told me to stand in front of him. I did what he asked and 
he unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off my arms. Then my undershirt was 
yanked out of my jeans and roughly pulled over my head. He told me to 
put my hands on my head as he unbuckled my belt. When he unsnapped my 
jeans, pulled down the zipper and pushed them down, I wondered if he 
would pull down my underwear too. He hadn't seen me bareassed since I 
was a little boy and he would take my clothes off to give me a bath. He 
put his hands in the waistband of my briefs and slid them down my legs 
to join my jeans at my ankles.
   It seemed a long time before he told me to get over his knees. He 
positioned me so that my ass was directly in front of him, my head on 
the floor and my legs hanging down the other side. I could feel my dick 
against his legs and it started to get hard. I was so embarrassed, 
wondering if he could feel it too, but He didn't say a word while all 
this was happening. I tightened my body waiting for the first wack and I 
didn't have to wait long.
SMACK  SMACKK  SMACKKK SMACKKKKKKKK
   My dad is not a really large man but he is very strong. My ass was 
stinging with the first slap and got worse with each slap after that.
My dick kept getting harder and harder as it rubbed against his leg. 
After what seemed like an endless amount of whacks to my sore ass, he 
stopped. He lifted me from his lap sayng we would take a breather. As I 
got up, my boner was sticking straight out and my dad was looking at it 
with a little grin on his face. He told me to take care of my hard on so 
he could continue with the punishment. I thought I was hearing things. 
Did he really want me to jack off in front of him.
   If you knew my father you would know why this was such a shock to me. 
He is the most modest man I have ever known. I had never seen him naked 
or even in his underwear and he always locked the door to his bedroom or 
the bathroom when he was in there. I looked at him and the tears started 
running down my face. He told me to get on with it, so I slowly put my 
hand around my hard cock and started to pull the skin up and down over 
the shaft in a way I was very familiar with. My dad would shift his gaze 
from my hand moving on my cock to my face watching my facial 
expressions. He seemed to be enjoying this and after a while I think I 
was too. No one had ever watched me masturbate or even seen my dick when 
it was hard. Now it was my own father and the thought frieghtened and 
excited me at the same time. It was as if I was proud to show him what I 
did in private.
    As I neared orgasm, precum started to form on my dickhead. When my 
dad reached his hand out and took some on his finger, I thought I was 
dreaming, but the pain from my ass and the pleasure from my dick showed 
me I was wide awake. He put his sticky finger up to my mouth, pushed it 
in and told me to suck it off. That took me over the edge and I screamed 
that I was going to come. Spurt after spurt of thick wads of cum shot 
from my dick. As I opened my eyes I saw my really large load of cum in 
my fathers hands. He told me to lay across his lap again and I'm sure I 
felt his erection pressing into my belly. He rubbed the cum all over my 
burning asscheeks. It felt wonderful but it ended too soon and he 
started to beat my ass again harder than he did the first time. 
    Twice more during the spanking he would feel my dick get hard and 
stop for what he called a breather. During the first, he told me to jack 
off again to get rid of the boner. It was an exact repeat of the first 
time except he put his hand on my balls and rolled them around as I 
pulled on my cock. The second time he stopped, he told me to put my 
hands on my head again and he masturbated me himself. I liked the last 
time best of all.
    My dad found many more occasions to whip me. It seemed like after 
that night in his bedroom, I was always doing something wrong.  
   
                           The End