Bent Over the Workhorse


by Rick Parker (Click for Author's Home Page)<Qparker@jetlink.net>

Well, Daddy was really mad about my low grades. Upon my arrival at home, Dad had instructed me to go straight to the garage and make ready for a strapping. Offenses that were not viewed as being to bad were dealt with dad sitting in a kitchen chair pulled out to the middle of the floor and my ass turned up over his knee. He usually used a leather ping-pong paddle or hairbrush when spanking me across his knee. But this evening dad considered the offense to be bad enough to warrant the strap. Dad was a carpenter. He liked lifting weights as a hobby. He was a huge man. His height: 6' 3.5",his weight: 360 to 380 lbs. His measurements: 60" chest, 22.75" biceps, 18.5" forearms, 22" neck, and his thighs were 36" in circumference. To prepare for a strapping I had to strip down to my jock strap and be bent over the workhorse when Dad entered the garage. I slowly prepared for the strapping knowing that soon my ass would be on fire. Shortly after stripping down, Dad entered the garage. I had already assumed the position. I was bent over the workhorse, legs spread to each side and my hands were holding the legs of the workhorse on the front side. Dad had a special workhorse that he used when strapping or paddling me. The top was padded with a smooth velvet type material and leather braces were at the foot of all four legs. Dad would always secure me by putting my feet and hands in all four leather cuffs. The strap hung in front of me on the wall. Dad always lectured and scolded me before the spanking would begin. As always I had been instructed to keep my eyes on the strap until he removed it from the wall.

On this particular evening, Dad kept walking around me in circles as he scolded me. Each time he passed my back side, SMACK, down would come his hand on my ass. After about ten smacks with his hand, my ass had begun to warm up. Dad had finished the lecture. "Enough said, Let's get on with the strapping." He stepped in front of me, removed the strap from the wall and disappeared behind me. He lightly swung the strap a few times making contact with my ass. I guess he was taking aim. "Grab the legs of the workhorse and hold on tight. I don't want to hear any sounds come from you. The only thing I want to hear is the crack of this strap making contact against your ass. Got me!"

"Yes Sir." I held on tight. CRACK CRACK CRACK...... Three licks... A burning pain had begin to set up in my ass. I'm a chubby person. My ass is round and fat. Each time that strap came in contact with my ass, it would wiggle and shake like a bowl of jello. Dad loved viewing this. It never failed. Sometime during the course of a strapping, Dad would comment "Look at that fat ass shake. Appears to me that your butt cheeks are telling me no more. Do I ever have a suprise for them. I'm going to blister your ass." He would strap me, at the minimum of thirty minutes per session. It seemed like hours for me. CRACK CRACK CRACK...... Six licks and my ass had turned to a deep red. CRACK CRACK CRACK...... Nine licks, I couldn't hold back any more. I begin to move my ass from side to side. Being strapped down didn't leave much room to move but I could move a little. Boy did that strap hurt, but still for some reason, I always developed a hard-on. Maybe it was my dick rubbing against the smooth velvet surface that my father had put on the work horse for padding. I also like the fact that a huge man like him was in charge of tearing my ass up and there was nothing that I could do about it. CRACK CRACK CRACK...... Twelve licks and I begin to beg Dad to stop. My ass was hot. It felt like a pot of water could be boiled on it. Even though he told me ! to be qu ite, deep down Dad knew that he would break me down and make me cry and beg him to stop. CRACK CRACK CRACK...... Fifteen licks and tears were rolling down my face. "Daddy Please stop. It hurts so bad. Please Daddy. I can't take no more." Begging dad seemed to turn him on. He would always develop a hard-on and the rhythm of spanks would pick up. CRACK CRACK CRACK...... Eighteen licks. Dad showed no mercy. He just kept swinging that strap full force. Meanwhile, I was still twisting and turning my ass from side to side. My dick was rock hard and the sensation was becoming strong to cum. CRACK CRACK CRACK...... Twenty-one licks. Cum was rushing to the head of my dick. "Oh Daddy!" I begin to grunt and spew cum on the garage floor. Dad said nothing. He just kept swinging the strap. I hated Dad's strappings but for a good fifteen seconds, I went into shear ecstasy. My ass was red hot and my dick was spewing cum. What a sensation. CRACK CRACK CRACK...... But now I was back to reality. The strap was biting at my ass and tearing every inch of it completely up. I was sobbing like a baby now. Begging and pleading did no good. CRACK CRACK CRACK...... On and on the licks reigned against my ass.

A good twenty minutes had passed. My ass was beginning to bruise. CRACK CRACK CRACK...... I was still twisting my ass from side to side trying to avoid the strap. Another hard-on was beginning to develop. CRACK CRACK CRACK...... I was sobbing so hard that I could hardly be understood. I was babbling. But here came that sensation again. My dick was starting to spasm. The cum was rushing to the head. What a sensation. My ass on fire and cum rushing to the head of my dick. CRACK CRACK CRACK...... "Oh Daddy!" and I let my cum loose, spewing again on the garage floor. CRACK CRACK CRACK...... On and on the strap bit my ass. I was now loosing control. I let loose and pissed on the floor. CRACK CRACK CRACK...... Dad continued to smack my ass with that strap until I finished pissing. He knew that I had enough. I physically couldn't take anymore.

Dad walked back in front of me, hung the strap back up on the garage wall and told me to stare at the strap. "Do not take your eyes off of this strap." Dad walked in behind me and pulled down my jock strap. He then dipped his hand into a jar of Vaseline. He took his index finger and greased up my ass hole. Dad wasn't through with my ass yet. "Son, Let's take a ride. I'm going to ride your ass and you are going to ride my dick." He got behind me and slowly pushed his huge dick in. My ass hole begin to spasm. I screamed out in pain. Once in, he gave me a moment to relax. He then grabbed my hips with his huge hands. Then he begin to _f_u_c_k_ me hard. He was all over my ass. His dick slid In and out of my hole tearing me a new ass hole. Dad was doing what he always did. When he tore up an ass he tore it up completely. From the butt cheeks to the ass hole. No place was left untouched. I rocked back and forth on his dick for about fifteen minutes before he came. Once in, I always rode Daddy's dick well and enjoyed every inch of it.


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