Peed Pants And Bed And Punsihed at Age 26 (Part 2)


by Francis Tatum

"You are only making this harder on yourself Bobby!" he said authoritatively as he fought back to get me in the position he had me in.

"No! You have no right." I protested. "I don't know who you think you are." I began to wiggle free. But he regained his footing and just as I was about pull free entirely, but he managed to keep his hand around my left wrist and he repositioned himself twisting my arm behind my back shoving me back against the washer. I wasn't about to give up. If I could get out of this position, I could probably beat his ass, I thought to myself realizing that I was stronger than I thought and stronger than he thought. I continued to fight against him but he had my arm firmly behind my back and then I felt a huge headspinning whack hit the back of my head.

"Keep fighting me you jack ass and it's only getting worse!" He slapped me in the back of my head again.

I was not convinced that I was done in, so I continued to resist. Thwaaack! And another slap to the back of my head and I was in serious pain.

"You want to keep fighting or take your punishment?"

I felt beaten, humilaited and ashamed because I knew the answer to the question.

"Well?"

"No," I whimpered, while swearing to myself that when he let me up I would find away to get revenge.

He took his belt off and began to spank me--- SPANK ME--- I am 26 years old!

But the blows came anyway.

WHACK! I could take that one. WHAAA CCKK! I winced with that one. WHAAACK! Owww _s_h_i_t_! Then he got into a rythm with me almost in the same rythm squirming one behind the other: owwweee goddaaawaaa Whack Whack Whack Whack Iee oww st-stop please owww! Whack Whack Whackl Whack Whack st-stop owwwee that HURTS! Whackl Whack Whack! Oweee Ayee st-stop j-je-jerry whack WHAAAAACK. He stopped but held my hand behind my back.

"You know why you are getting them right Bobby?"

"B-because"

WHAAAACCCCCKKKK!

"Tell me!"

"Because I peed myself" I said in a humbled tone.

"and why else?"

"I don't know" Whack whack whack!

Ieee oweee ayeee

"and why else"

"J-j-jerry, I don't know"

"Because,"

WHACK! OWWWW!

"You continue"

Whack! OWWWEEEE _s_h_i_t_!

"DON'T Curse at me boy! "

WHAAAAAACK! WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK! Oww owweee IEEE Owwww puh puh pleeeze stop.

"You continue"

Whack!

"To act like a little child!"

WHAAAAACCCCKKKK!

"Do you know why now?"

I was now sniffling as tears rolled from my eyes.

"Yes , yes, Jerry I know why, I am sorry I won't do it again. Please let me up?"

"Well that's your punishment for peeing yourself and acting like a child but now you need to be punished for resisting your punishment." He said very authoritatively.

I gulped, I most certainly was not gonna let him spank me again, but in the position I was in I knew I had to submit for the time being.

"Now I am gonna let you up. I want you to go to the living room and strip your pants and underwear off for your final punishment. If you run into your room and lock your door you can bet I will get you later and it will be worse do you understand me now boy?" He was talking as though he were my father.

But in fact he was two years younger than me. I was feeling so sore and humiliated by this rediculous experience of a grown man being spanked, and now I believed him that he would catch me off guard and do this again that I agreed to abide by his command.

I went to the living room and dropped my pants and underwear down to my feet with my head hanging down awaiting my punishment. I felt so ashamed. He came into the living room about a minute later.

He had an angry tone to his voice as he adressed me.

"Well I thought we were almost done with your punishment but I found something in the washer that I didn't know about. Will you tell me why I have to prolong your punishment?"

My head swam. Oh _f_u_c_k_ I forgot about it. He must've seen my wet sheets in the washer.

"I need my punishment prolonged because I also pissed my sheets."

"Good boy!" He said as though he were talking to a six year old.

He sat down on the sofa in front of me.

"Over here!" he pointed with his hands in front of his lap.

I walked slowly over to him.

"Now!"

I quickened my pace.

"Over my lap Bobby!"

Oh my god he not only was gonna spank me but put me over his knee to boot just like I was a child.

I didn't argue though and complied with his demand.

He began to spank me.

"This is for the bed sheets," he said matter of factly.

And then came the first pwerful blow.

WHAAAAAAAACCCCCCCKKKKKKK!

Then another

WHAACCK.

Then he got into a rhythm.

Whack Whack Whack Whack Whack Whack Whack Whack!

Oww argghhh IEEE Oweee no! Oweee Ieee O-O-oh kayyyyyeeeOwee I learned Owee

Whack Whack Whack Whack Whack Whack Whack Whack! Whack Whack Whack Whack Whack Whack Whack Whack! Oww argghhh IEEE Oweee no! Oweee Ieee O-O-oh kayyyyyeeeOwee No puh puhleeeze st-stop jerry! Whack Whack Whack Whack Whack Whack Whack Whack! Whack Whack Whack Whack! Oww argghhh IEEE Oweee no! Oweee Ieee O-O-oh kayyyyyeeeOwee! Whack Whack Whack Whack Whack Whack Whack Whack! Whack Whack Whack WhackWhack Whack Whack Whack Whack Whack Whack Whack! Whack Whack Whack Whack Whack Whack Whack Whack Whack Whack Whack Whack! Whack Whack Whack Whack!!!! Owee No puh puhleeeze !

WHAAAAAAAACCCCCK!

He pushed me off his lap.

"Now stay there!"

He walked to his bedroom as I squirmed from the pain afraid of what was to come and still tempted to run into my bedroom and lock the door.

He came back with an old frat paddle of his. Oh _s_h_i_t_ no, I thought.

Bend over and grab your ankles.

I did as he said and he bagan to paddle me.

This is for disrespecting me and trying to avoid your punishment.

CRAAAACK! CRAAAACK! CRAAAACK! CRAAAACK! CRAAAACK! CRAAAACK! CRAAAACK! CRAAAACK! CRAAAACK! CRAAAACK! CRAAAACK! CRAAAACK! CRAAAACK! CRAAAACK! CRAAAACK! CRAAAACK! CRAAAACK! CRAAAACK! CRAAAACK! CRAAAACK!

After twenty hard cracks of the paddle against my ass, I was completely beaten and balled up like a little child as I writhed in pain and crying and sniffling and sobbing.

"Now get out of here and got to your room!" He demanded.

I hurriedly accepted his order.

(to be continued)


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