Friday Aftrenoon: On the Way Home


by Alec Bath <gargoyle16@hotmail.com>

I sit naked in the front seat of Dad's pickup, trying to avoid letting my full weight rest on my sore, welted ass. Dad glances over at me with a snarl and orders me to sit still. _f_u_c_k_; I think he chooses this bumpy road on purpose; it's full of potholes and rough spots and it seems that he hits every one of them. I try to sit still, but each bump sends a spasm of pain across my ass. I try to think of something else, but my mind keeps going back to a half hour ago, on the job site where I got my twenty-six year old ass whipped with my Dad's old work belt. I remember standing naked with my hands against the wall as he hit me stroke after stroke...

TWACK!

While I get a lickin', especially those on the job site, I crawl inside myself; nothing registers except the belt across my ass. I don't feel the sweat racing down my naked body. I don't hear my breathing, coming in short, raspy gasps, or Dad's grunts as he puts his batting arm into a stroke and sends it crashing across my ass. I don't hear my stifled yells as Dad hits the same spot for a third time; Dad doesn't appreciate his boy making too much noise, and if I get too loud, I get extra, sometimes with the buckle. The buckle is the second worst thing he does to me; only taking a _c_o_c_k_ whipping hurts more. The buckle _f_u_c_k_in' HURTS! But Dad says if I'm gonna yell, he'll really give me something to yell about.

As the belt explodes across my bare butt, I forget there's an audience watching; all those god_d_a_m_n_ed construction workers, some from other jobs, who stop by to watch me get my ass beat. As I get another stroke, I don't hear them make comments about how sore my ass must be. I don't hear the wisecracks about what a bad boy I am, and how it's too bad my Dad has to punish me at my age. I don't even hear them suggest where to place the next stroke or to give it to me harder; all my senses are tuned to just one thing: Dad's old, supple, wide, thick, doubled-up, leather work belt hittin' my naked ass. That, and the fact that my _c_o_c_k_ is hard as a rock. You wouldn't think gettin' your ass beat would give a guy a hard on, but it sure does me. Years ago, when I was about seventeen, after a hard beltin' one night for somethin', I don't even remember what, Dad saw my erection stickin' up toward my belly as I stood there with tears streaming down my face. He said I was 'wired funny', but it didn't make no difference; if I acted up, I was still gonna get the belt. And if he ever caught on that I was getting off on it, then he'd whip my _c_o_c_k_. It was just a month or so after that, that I got my first _c_o_c_k_ whippin'.

_f_u_c_k_! The truck hits another bump and I sit hard on the front seat. I give an involuntary groan and try to keep my weight off my ass. I look down to see my _c_o_c_k_ is hard again; I may not remember what happens around me during the beating, but thinking about it afterwards always gives me a hard on. Later, in bed, I'll rub my hard _c_o_c_k_ against the sheets until I cum in a mind blowing gush -- and I better not get caught! But there are a lot of licks to my ass between now and...

The truck screeches to a halt, sending me off balance. I sit down hard, and wince. Dad looks angry.

"What have I told you about taking your lickings like a man?" He demands.

I know I'm in trouble. He's told me before, he doesn't care how much it hurts; once in the truck, I am to sit quietly with my seatbelt on till we get home. I know that rule, I've been punished for breaking it, before. But he really whaled on me today and it hurt so bad and...

"No excuses" he snarls, "I guess you need another dose right here and now!"

He swerves the truck into the parking lot of a large hardware store and brings it to a halt. The lot is busy, people going in and out of the store. I look around frantically as he parks the truck in the one remaining area of the lot where there are no cars or trucks. _f_u_c_k_! He's not gonna whip me here...?!

"Out!" he orders.

_f_u_c_k_! I'm gonna get my bare ass beat right here in a busy parking lot. Strangers are gonna see me get it, they're gonna watch as I get the belt. And after it's over, they're gonna see my hard on as I get back in the truck. They're gonna see that even after an ass blisterin', my _c_o_c_k_ is still hard. What if there's somebody I know there?! What if they see me?! How will I explain to them why a grown man is still getting his butt whipped?! _f_u_c_k_!

"I said get out!" Dad shouted, "You want the buckle?!"

At that I scramble out of the truck and stand naked by the open door; I'll take a bare butt lickin' in front of the whole god_d_a_m_n_ town before I get another whippin' with the buckle.

"Close the door and come around here!" Dad orders.

I push the door closed and start around toward him. I see people going in and coming out of the hardware store; I'm sure they can see me. I feel my stomach tighten and I suck air sharply. My heart is pounding, I feel my _c_o_c_k_ start to swell. My ass is already so sore, but that's why I'm here in the first place. As I approach him, he grabs me by the arm, just like he did when I was a kid, and jerks me toward the hood of the truck. I feel my _c_o_c_k_ jerk as he touches me; as I turn toward the truck and get into position, it gets hard, jutting out from my body. Dad notices my erection and leans close.

"We'll have to do something about that when we get home, won't we?

_f_u_c_k_! I close my eyes and swallow hard; I know what that means: he's gonna whip my _c_o_c_k_..

"Spread eagle, hands against the truck." Dad barks. "Get you legs apart, I said!" I do as I'm told and wait.

"Now don't you move till I'm done with your ass." Dad sticks his hand in my face, his fore finger and thumb almost touching. "You're about this close to gettin' the buckle. Understand?"

I nod sharply and shout out "Yes Sir!" in military fashion.

Dad takes his old, worn, leather belt off and doubles it. I stand ready, but I can't help tensing my ass muscles.

"Relax, or I'll give you something to be tense about." Dad orders gruffly.

I will my butt muscles to relax, and for a moment, I stand outside what is happening to me. For just a moment, I can feel a slight breeze on my naked body. I can hear the sounds of the traffic on the street nearby, and I can see shoppers coming out of the store, gawking at me; men, women, even a few teenagers approach to see what's going on. They'll watch as I stand naked with my hands against the truck and my erection sticking out as I take an ass whipping. Then the moment is up and I hear the sound of the belt as it flies through the air and...

TWACK! It explodes across my bare butt! I scream and jerk from side to side. I can't help it, it hurts so bad. Dad is using all his strength to give me a lickin' on my already sore ass. I get back in position before Dad orders me to, and adds licks to the end.

TWACK! I get it again. I manage to stay in position with this stroke, but it's a struggle.

TWACK! I hear myself scream out, and it's all I can do to hold still for the next lick.

TWACK! _f_u_c_k_! He's really beating my ass!

TWACK! TWACK! TWACK! TWACK!

My hands grip the hood of the truck tightly, I jerk with each stroke, and each time, my _c_o_c_k_ jerks forward. Long and so thick, it stabs the air with each lick, a couple of times actually striking the side of the truck as I squirm and twist in a desperate effort to lessen the pain on my ass.

I take the full 25 licks and then Dad stops. I'm sobbing now, but my hands are still against the truck and I'm still in position. I've taken my licks like a man. I don't know how I'm gonna sit down in the truck for the ride home, or what I can expect when we get home... then I remember; he's already promised me a _c_o_c_k_ beating. I look down to see my _c_o_c_k_ sticking up, hard and thick with a drop of pre-cum oozing out of the slit. I know what's coming, or lat least part of what's coming.

I haven't moved, I know better than to move before he's given me permission, and I don't dare look back. If I did. I'd see him reverse the belt in his hand and hold it by the fold in the leather. I hear the buckle jangle as it dangles and I know what's coming next. I tense my ass but not soon enough, because Dad suddenly pulls back and strikes my ass with the buckle end.

CRACK!!!!

I scream like a scalded animal, jerking completly out of position, and for the first time since the beating started, I let go of the truck. Dancing from one foot to the other, my hands fly to my ass in a ridiculous attempt to sooth my welted butt cheeks. Then I catch Dad's eye, and the look on his face tells me I better get back into positon and take the rest of the beating. _f_u_c_k_, it hurts!

CRACK!!!!

As he hits my ass, full strength with the belt buckle four more times, I scream and jerk, yell and squirm, and hop from foot to foot, but somehow I manage to stay more or less in position. My _c_o_c_k_ does a dance of it's own, bouncing back and forth and to and fro with each of the licks. My ass spasms, a mass of bruises and bleeding welts.

When he finally lets gives me permission to move, I turn around to see quite a crowd has gathered. They watched me get my ass whipped, maybe they talked during it, I didn't hear. But now they are silent, just watching me dance, watching my _c_o_c_k_ wiggle and jerk as I do the pain dance, until finally Dad puts a hand on my shoulder.

"Get in the back." he orders, "I don't want you messing up the seats.

I move as quickly as I can to the back of the truck and climb in. As Dad get's in, he says loud enough for the corwd to hear:

"Don't think your gettin' out of the rest of your lickin at home. And we've still got to do something about that hard-on. I think maybe you're getting off on this. I think maybe it's time for a good, hard, _c_o_c_k_ beatin'.

Dad gets in the cab and starts the truck and we pull out onto the road, leaving the crowd standing there, watching us leave. I feel humiliated, exposed and sore as hell. And I know it isn't over; not by a long shot.


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