Bobby didn’t know what he was going to do. He’d just received his
first transcript of his grades and they weren’t good at all. Dad had told him he
expected nothing less than 85% in each and every course. No exceptions and no excuses. Dad
hadn’t told him what would happen if he got less than that, but Bobby knew he
wouldn’t be spending much time sitting down anytime soon.
Since coming to live
with his dad Bobby had learned that he was a firm believer in discipline, and bad boys who
disobeyed or screwed up would be treated to a long, hard spanking. Bobby had actually grown to appreciate it too. He knew that Dad
wouldn’t let him get out of line and was grateful for the care his dad took of him.
Sure, he didn’t actually like getting spanked—not only were
they very painful, but it was utterly humiliating to be exposed like that.
No use putting it off
though, Bobby thought as he put his key in the front door lock.
“Dad?” he
called out tentatively.
No answer. He thought
he heard water running and headed for the bathroom, where he found dad taking a shower.
Bobby would often try to catch a peek at dad while he was showering. Sometimes his dad
would catch him playing with himself and spank him for it. He
wasn’t going to risk that. He knew he was in enough trouble already.
“Dad,” Bobby
called out. “I got my transcript today. We have to talk. I feel terrible for letting
you down, Dad, but I didn’t get a single grade over 85.”
The shower curtain
pulled back suddenly and Bobby gave a little gasp at seeing his dad’s naked body so thoroughly revealed. His cock responded immediately.
“I can’t
believe this!” shouted Dad. “Didn’t I tell you 85 was the minimum?”
“I know. I’m
so sorry Dad. I’ll do better next time. Please don’t punish me.”
“I want to know
what happened, Bobby? Do you need tutoring? If you’re having a problem in school I
want to help.”
“No, that’s
not it,” admitted Bobby. “I screwed up and didn’t study. Spent too much
time hanging around with friends, surfing the web. Anything but what I was supposed to
do.”
“I’m glad
you told me the truth, Bobby,” Dad said. “You’ve been a very bad boy, and
you’re going to be going across my knee, but at least you didn’t make it worse
by lying about it.”
“Oh no, Dad,
I’d never lie to you,” said Bobby. He was relieved to hear he’d be going
across Dad’s knee for his spanking. Usually when he was
across Dad’s knee that meant he wouldn’t get the belt. He was very afraid of the belt that Dad kept hanging in
the bedroom as a constant reminder of what happened to Bobby when he was bad. Of course
Dad’s hand always had him squirming, and the paddle stung like crazy, but the belt was something else. And
going over Dad’s knee meant he’d have Dad’s arm helping him to stay in
place, as well as his leg to hang onto. Bobby knew a boy should always take his punishment willingly, and in fact he was deeply appreciative of the spankings he got from Dad, but there was no getting around how tough it was to hold
still while the belt was teaching him a well-earned
lesson.
Dad stepped out of the
shower and started towelling off. Despite his fear and nervousness, Bobby couldn’t
keep his eyes off his Dad’s cock. He looked at it whenever he could. He knew every
vein, the exact shape and it seemed to be a bit fuller than usual. Bobby had long
suspected that on some level his Dad enjoyed spanking him. As for himself, whenever he jacked-off his mind was filled with
thoughts of being naked over dad’s knee.
“Let’s go to
my bedroom, Bobby,” Dad suggested.
Bobby swallowed hard
and said, “OK, Dad. I’m ready for my punishment.”
In the bedroom Bobby
was amazed to feel Dad take him in his arms and in shock when a minute later he felt his
lips on his, Dad’s tongue forcing its way into his mouth.
“Fuck, this is
hot,” Bobby thought. He had dreamed of this for years, and it seemed as if he was
about to find out for real. Bobby was used to feeling his dad’s hands on him,
undressing him for a spanking, but this was different. The
hands were lingering this time and openly caressing his body, with Dad’s mouth on
his.
“Oh no,” he thought, as Dad’s hands reached for the buttons on
his jeans. “He’s going to see that I’m getting hard.” Much as Bobby
enjoyed looking at Dad’s cock, he hated being on display himself, especially for a spanking. Dad always made sure that Bobby’s cock was in full view before putting
him across his knee and he was worried about what he’d do if he found him with a
hardon. Nothing he could do now but face the music, he realized as his briefs joined his
jeans at his ankles. He closed his eyes tightly as Dad lifted his one foot, then the
other, out of his pants, leaving him naked.
Dad stood back up and
resumed kissing his boy. With a shock Bobby realized there was a hard cock poking him. Dad
wanted him just as much as he wanted dad! He tentatively touched his dad’s cock and
was rewarded with dad’s hands kneading his ass. Bobby almost went wild feeling dad’s hand inside his crack, his hot
breath on his neck. He hoped Dad would get carried away and forget the spanking.
No such luck. After a
few minutes of kissing that already had Bobby dripping pre-cum, Dad gently grasped
Bobby’s cock and led him to the bed. Dad sat down on the bed, his cock pointing
straight up, and helped Bobby position himself over his lap. Bobby let out a small moan
that was half dread and half contentment. He was in his proper place, bare-assed across Dad’s knee for a good hard spanking. He knew he deserved to be there, belonged there. Bobby knew he would never
outgrow the need for Dad’s loving discipline, even as he steeled himself against the
burning pain he was about to feel.
Dad was in no rush to
start the punishment though. For the first time he
was going to spank his boy the way he longed to.
Bobby’s cock was so hard Dad thought it was going to leave a dent on his thigh, while
his own was held tightly between Bobby’s hipbone and his own belly. He gently spread
his son’s legs until they were far enough apart to expose the bad boy’s balls
and asshole.
Dad’s hand began
moving slowly back up Bobby’s leg, tickling and teasing the boy’s inner thigh.
Bobby thought he’d go nuts when dad’s hand started playing with his balls before
moving along his crack to its destination.
“Shit,”
Bobby thought. “If he doesn’t get started soon, I’m gonna shoot all over
Dad’s leg.”
Dad wasn’t going
to rush. He had dreamed of touching his boy’s ass like this almost as long as Bobby had dreamed of it too. Reluctantly, as
Bobby began openly humping his leg, Dad picked up his belt. He knew how much Bobby feared it and that it would teach him better than
any of his other spanking tools. It was ideally suited for
the spanking he was going to give his boy.
When the belt hit Bobby’s bare ass for the first time, the boy was surprised. It hurt, no question about it,
but it wasn’t as bad as he’d had. Dad kept spanking him though, slowly, at irregular intervals so Bobby never knew exactly when
the belt
would strike his bare ass. By the time ten swats had come down,
Bobby was already into his “OK, don’t you think that’s enough, Dad”
phase, one that never worked.
Dad wasn’t
listening. That wasn’t what he wanted to hear from his boy, and kept on spanking and lecturing Bobby on his bad habits. He speculated on what Bobby’s
friends would think to find out he still got spanked by his dad on the bare ass like a little boy. This was something Bobby actually thought about a lot. He
also wondered if any of his friends got spanked, and to tell the
truth, often pictured it at night alone in his bedroom.
As the spanking progressed, tears began welling up in Bobby’s eyes. He invariably
struggled manfully to keep from crying, but he was well aware
that his father would never spank his boy without leaving
him crying repentant tears.
After a while,
Bobby’s body began to shake with sobs. “Please stop, Daddy, I’ll be good, I
promise!” he gasped out between sobs. He knew that in a couple of more minutes
he’d be crying uncontrollably and his dad would
end the spanking.
Not this time though.
Even as Bobby started to lose it, dad explained that he was going to get a swat for every
point under 100 in all his courses. 86%, fine. 85 meant 15 whacks. In a panic, Bobby
realized he was going to get nearly a hundred swats.
“No, daddy,
please,” he yelled.
“Yes Bobby,
that’s your punishment,” his dad reiterated.
“What else can I do with such a bad boy?”
Bobby just kept crying uncontrollably as his dad doled out the remaining swats. He couldn’t
even struggle anymore.
It was over. Bobby had
never had a spanking like it. It had broken him down
like no previous one had, yet he had never felt more loved. He realized now that spanking was a very special love bond between himself and his dad. If he had any
doubt of that, it was gone when Dad lay back in the bed and pulled his son on top of him.
As Bobby attempted to stop crying, Dad murmured soothing
words in his ear.
“Shhh. It’s
all over now,” Dad whispered. “I love my boy very much.”
“I know you do,” Bobby sobbed as
Dad’s lips moved from his ear to his neck. “I love you too, Daddy. I want you to
spank me whenever I deserve it.”
“I will, son,” Dad replied, as his lips
met his boy’s. They kissed passionately, with both tasting Bobby’s tears as his
sobs gave way to moaning and then the moans became a very different sort.
Bobby
didn’t know what he was going to do. He’d just received his first transcript of
his grades and they weren’t good at all. Dad had told him he expected nothing less
than 85% in each and every course. No exceptions and no excuses. Dad hadn’t told him
what would happen if he got less than that, but Bobby knew he wouldn’t be spending
much time sitting down anytime soon.
Since
coming to live with his dad Bobby had learned that he was a firm believer in discipline,
and bad boys who disobeyed or screwed up would be treated to a long, hard spanking. Bobby had actually grown to appreciate it too. He knew that Dad
wouldn’t let him get out of line and was grateful for the care his dad took of him.
Sure, he didn’t actually like getting spanked—not only were
they very painful, but it was utterly humiliating to be exposed like that.
No use putting it off though, Bobby thought as he put his key in the front
door lock.
“Dad?” he called out tentatively.
No answer. He thought he heard water running and headed for the bathroom, where he found
dad taking a shower. Bobby would often try to catch a peek at dad while he was showering.
Sometimes his dad would catch him playing with himself and spank him for it. He wasn’t going to risk that. He knew he was in enough
trouble already.
