|
|
Dad's Spanking Den is devoted to the fantasy of Daddy/Son spanking and sex. The stories and pictures here portray the consensual behavior of un-related adults, despite the use of terms as daddy, son and boy.
Pictures courtesy of
BoysOnly.com
Bobby didnt know what he was going to do. Hed just received his first transcript of his grades and they werent good at all. Dad had told him he expected nothing less than 85% in each and every course. No exceptions and no excuses. Dad hadnt told him what would happen if he got less than that, but Bobby knew he wouldnt 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 wouldnt let him get out of line and was grateful for the care his dad took of him. Sure, he didnt actually like getting spankednot 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 wasnt 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 didnt get a single grade over 85. The shower curtain pulled back suddenly and Bobby gave a little gasp at seeing his dads naked body so thoroughly revealed. His cock responded immediately. I cant believe this! shouted Dad. Didnt I tell you 85 was the minimum? I know. Im so sorry Dad. Ill do better next time. Please dont punish me. I want to know what happened, Bobby? Do you need tutoring? If youre having a problem in school I want to help. No, thats not it, admitted Bobby. I screwed up and didnt study. Spent too much time hanging around with friends, surfing the web. Anything but what I was supposed to do. Im glad you told me the truth, Bobby, Dad said. Youve been a very bad boy, and youre going to be going across my knee, but at least you didnt make it worse by lying about it. Oh no, Dad, Id never lie to you, said Bobby. He was relieved to hear hed be going across Dads knee for his spanking. Usually when he was across Dads knee that meant he wouldnt 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 Dads hand always had him squirming, and the paddle stung like crazy, but the belt was something else. And going over Dads knee meant hed have Dads 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 couldnt keep his eyes off his Dads 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 dads knee. Lets go to my bedroom, Bobby, Dad suggested. Bobby swallowed hard and said, OK, Dad. Im 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, Dads 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 dads hands on him, undressing him for a spanking, but this was different. The hands were lingering this time and openly caressing his body, with Dads mouth on his. Oh no, he thought, as Dads hands reached for the buttons on his jeans. Hes going to see that Im getting hard. Much as Bobby enjoyed looking at Dads cock, he hated being on display himself, especially for a spanking. Dad always made sure that Bobbys cock was in full view before putting him across his knee and he was worried about what hed 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 dads cock and was rewarded with dads hands kneading his ass. Bobby almost went wild feeling dads 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 Bobbys 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 Dads knee for a good hard spanking. He knew he deserved to be there, belonged there. Bobby knew he would never outgrow the need for Dads 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. Bobbys cock was so hard Dad thought it was going to leave a dent on his thigh, while his own was held tightly between Bobbys hipbone and his own belly. He gently spread his sons legs until they were far enough apart to expose the bad boys balls and asshole. Dads hand began moving slowly back up Bobbys leg, tickling and teasing the boys inner thigh. Bobby thought hed go nuts when dads hand started playing with his balls before moving along his crack to its destination. Shit, Bobby thought. If he doesnt get started soon, Im gonna shoot all over Dads leg. Dad wasnt going to rush. He had dreamed of touching his boys 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 Bobbys bare ass for the first time, the boy was surprised. It hurt, no question about it, but it wasnt as bad as hed 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, dont you think thats enough, Dad phase, one that never worked. Dad wasnt listening. That wasnt what he wanted to hear from his boy, and kept on spanking and lecturing Bobby on his bad habits. He speculated on what Bobbys 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 Bobbys 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, Bobbys body began to shake with sobs. Please stop, Daddy, Ill be good, I promise! he gasped out between sobs. He knew that in a couple of more minutes hed 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, thats 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 couldnt 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. Its all over now, Dad whispered. I love my boy very much. I know you do, Bobby sobbed as Dads 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 boys. They kissed passionately, with both tasting Bobbys tears as his sobs gave way to moaning and then the moans became a very different sort. Bobby didnt know what he was going to do. Hed just received his first transcript of his grades and they werent good at all. Dad had told him he expected nothing less than 85% in each and every course. No exceptions and no excuses. Dad hadnt told him what would happen if he got less than that, but Bobby knew he wouldnt 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 wouldnt let him get out of line and was grateful for the care his dad took of him. Sure, he didnt actually like getting spankednot 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 wasnt going to risk that. He knew he was in enough trouble already.
|
See more of Bobby in our Photo Gallery |
|