Date: Fri, 10 Sep 2004 22:40:41 -0500 (EST) From: "Publishing@TomCup.com" <publishing@tomcup.com> Subject: Spanked By Daddy by Tom Cup - Short Story - Gay Y/A Auth Spanked by Daddy By Tom Cup Short Story Copyright 2001, 2004 by TomCup.com. All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic or mechanical, except in the case of reviews, without written permission from TomCup.com. This is a fictional story involving alternative sexual relationships. Names, characters, locations and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. ********************************************************************** Spanked By Daddy by Tom Cup Short Story There I was, bent over his muscled thighs, having forgotten the pleasure he could produce, experiencing only the pain delivered to my reddening, spanked, ass. God, I wanted him to stop. God, I wanted him to go on. Spank me, Daddy. Spank me. The shock of his hand meeting my ass, the anticipation of the next swat, the pause, the sting, all of it excited me. I wanted him to stop. I want him to go on. I knew that the surprise pleasure of the spanking was nothing compared to what would happen afterward. I wanted them both. I craved them both. Daddy gave me both. Most of the time Daddy was a lenient man. I was the only fifteen-year-old on my block with my own porn collection -- though the stuff I really enjoyed I kept to myself, mostly gay porn -- and I was allowed to have two beers each on Saturday and Sunday after my chores were done. Punishment with Daddy always meant being spanked. I discovered that I didn't mind being spanked at about seven or eight years of age. It wasn't the spanking that I enjoyed at that age as much as Daddy cuddling me afterwards and telling me how much he loved me -- reassuring me that it was my bad behavior that had displeased him and not me. Daddy loved to cuddle, and we cuddle even when I hadn't been spanked but somehow the cuddling after having my pants and underwear pulled to my ankles and being swatted firmly bare assed excited me most. By the time I turned twelve, and my hormones kicked in, I was getting hard-ons in anticipation of my infrequent spankings. I would squirm wildly over Daddy's knees as he spanked me, my cock banging against his flesh as his hand sent shock after shock of pleasure mixed pain into my crotch. After Daddy cuddled me to reassure me of his love, I excused myself, went to the bathroom, and jacked myself into a fever pitched orgasm. It was after the first time that I reached orgasm while being spanked, that Daddy sat me down to talk about my growing frequency of misbehavior. Daddy and I had always been honest with each other, straightforward, so I confessed that I liked being spanked and that I was, at times, misbehaving so he would spank me. He asked if I always got off when he spanked me. I told him `no' but that I did, most of the time, masturbate afterwards. He nodded. Daddy spanked me the next day, immediately after I got home from school, and for no good reason. I think it was another way for him to say that he loved me and that my liking being spanked was OK. I enjoyed that spanking. Daddy kept asking me if I had had enough. I shook my head over and over again begging him not to stop. I showed no shame as I pump my bare ass up and down, massaging my cock on his thigh, as he warmed my globes. I was in a frenzy of ecstasy when Daddy stopped, tears streaming my face because of the pain, while pre-cum leaked from my cock because of the pleasure. Daddy flipped me over. I laid motionless, panting and drunken eyed, my cock pulsating and pounding to the beat of my heart. My hot ass cheeks burned on the cold steel of Daddy's lap. I moaned when his hand brushed my hair. He wanted to know if I was OK. I smiled slightly; my strength had not yet returned to me, my eyes were still unfocused. Daddy's hand gripped my youthful steel and began to massage it. "I love you, son. I want you to know that." I knew. I had always known that my Daddy loved me. As he pumped his hand on my cock, I bounced on his knee; getting pleasure as much from my spanked ass, and his hand, as from the surprise of having him grow hard masturbating me. I writhed in his lap, pushing my cock into his hand while rubbing my inflamed ass against his cock. We came together. After that day, I was spanked at least once a week. If it was a true spanking, for something that I had done wrong, Daddy would cuddle me afterwards and send me off to my room where I would masturbate to satisfaction before rejoining him in a more civilized mood. But those spanking became less and less frequent. More often than not Daddy and I were engaged in play spanking: spankings that added new depth to our father-son experience. I remember the first time Daddy lowered his mouth to my cock after spanking me for a half an hour. I came immediately. I remember the first time that I slid off his lap and sucked him, my tears still wet on my face -- he spanked me in the buff from that day forward. And I remember the first time while fondling my newly spanked ass that Daddy slip a finger into my hole causing me to shoot a load so intense that I blacked out. That was all it took. I knew from that day forward that I wanted Daddy to fuck me. I had to have his hard cook in my ass, pumping me as the warmth of my spanking still radiated in me. So there I was, bent over his muscled thighs, having forgotten the pleasure he could produce, experiencing only the pain delivered to my reddening, spanked, ass. It was a spanking like I had never experience. Daddy seemed animalistic in his swats, a man excited beyond reason by the prospect of fucking his son. God, I wanted him to stop. God, I wanted him to go on. I cried earnestly as he spanked me, eyes squeezed shut and mouth open in heaving wails. The pain seemed unbearable but I knew what was to come. I wanted it. I was sniffling as Daddy held me and kissed me, assuring me that I would be all right, that everything was all right. I was still hard, achingly so. "Please now Daddy," I begged, "Please." Daddy smiled. He laid me on my back and lifted my legs. His finger found my hole, lubed it and slipped in. I moaned. His finger circled in my hole, loosening me. I lifted my legs, pleadingly. Daddy smiled down at me while fondling and lubing his cock. My ass cheeks were hot and blistery from my spanking. The skin ached as it was pulled tight by the position of my legs. Daddy slapped his hard meat against my sensitized flesh. I grabbed at him, pawed at him, pulling him down on top of me. Daddy laughed, adjusted his position, and plunged his cock inside of me. The intensity of his entrance sent a blinding white flash through my body. I went limp. I stopped breathing. I lay complete unresisting to his movement. He pounded me for a good thirty seconds before I could breath again, then only in grunts as he force air in and out of me by his piston like motion. His cock filled my deepest spaces. There was nothing empty within me. I clung to him, whimpering for the indescribable joy. He pushed deeper and deeper into me, grunting his pleasure, and when I could take no more and exploded into spasmodic orgasm, he buried himself deep inside of me -- filling me with the substance of my origins. I realize that all the spankings I have ever had lead to that moment. It really didn't matter if Daddy was spanking me inside my hole or outside of my hole. I love being spanked by Daddy. ********************************************************************** Send comments to: comments@tomcup.com This story is part of the TomCup.com Library. To support this and other stories by the author, visit http://www.tomcup.com. Copyright TomCup.com. All Rights Reserved.