It was the next day after the stern caning from Watson and the subsequent whacking from his Dad and Tony was lying in bed.
He ran his hands over the well-thrashed arse cheeks, feeling the painful cane welts and the sore, sore area his Dad had latterly reddened with his size 12 slipper. The thought of the slippering in particular made his big _c_o_c_k_ bulge - and as he lay on his back, he slipped his right hand down to squeeze his ardant tool.
Dad had had him over his knee - bare arsed - and the slippering had lasted a good twenty minutes. Hard lad that he was, he started crying out after the first five or six hard whups! of the slipper (Dad knew how to buy them and often tested them in the shop) and he remembered the utter humiliation of being completely naked over Dad's broad lap, stretched over father's big thighs, with his 10 incher whopping around between Dad's legs.
WHup! WHHHUP! WHUP! WHUP!!!! Dad laid it on in a measureed, rhythmic pace, every stroke a whopper, as the horny lad's oversized tool made contact with his Dad's tightly stretched blue trouser leg. Hell, only last night, he had been whacking off over a story about a randy schoolgirl getting it across her uncle's thighs ... Hadn't she got so wet and horny that her uncle had got a big stain on his trousers, from her incesant rubbing? He knew some of his mate's Dads put a towel over their laps, then bent their lads over - WaS thart in case of spunking??? OH _f_u_c_k_!!!!!!!!!!!
The lad's tool rubbed against the polyester of his Dad's navy slacks and he kept thinking of his mates - big Micky, who got the belt at home, Bill, who got the _f_u_c_k_ing brush - and with every measured WHUP! he got that tool stiffer and stiffer
"Ooooooooooh Dad! Please Dad!"
There was no use arguing. Mr Schroeder was there for the duration and Tony was going to get a well-earned, nasty slippering. Not just six strokes hard on the bare, but a good twenty minutes of bare-arseed, man-to-man whacking. The chosen location was Tony's bedroom, and Dad had brought in one of the dining room chairs to get Tony well and truly over his lap as he dished out the whupping. The older man, who also had an oversized and randy tool and had got into a deal of trouble as a lad, was a firm believer in good, old-fashioned hidings. He knew his own father would approve, watching him dishing out the discipline, whupping a big, cheeky arsed-lad with a sizeable, whippy slipper. He was no fool. He could feel the lad's big truncheon swinging around between his legs.
"STAND UP!" he ordered his son.
The shame-faced 17 year old stood in front of his Dad, arse-raw and _c_o_c_k_-proud. The oversized piece of meat between the boy's legs twitched and throbbed, grew lewdly larger as he stood to attention in front of his old Mab.#
"My my!"
Mr Shroeder marvelled at the sight of his lad's enormous tool - it seemed to have a will of its own and reared up, pulsing through the constraints of the lush foreskin until the huge knob-head presented itself, full, bulbous and shiny with pre-come.
Dad knew that if the tool was wanked, if the spunk was jetted out, the rest of the slippering would be even more painful. His own eleven incher throbbed in his slacks as he contemplated taking his son's mammoth tool in hand and the boy, seeing his Dad's _c_o_c_k_ straining aginast his trousers, got hornier still. It would only take a few juicy wank-strokes to send thid massive, adolescent prick jetting off...
But "GET BACK OVER MY LAP!" Dad said
Hours later, the boy reverently wanked his huge tool as, two rooms away, his father worked his greasy fist up an even larger throbber,,,,As Tony panted, and increased the pace of his toss-strokes, so Dad matched him stroke for strokre, alternating his wanking with a fair arse-thrashing, getting his own Dad-arse bright red with his own slipper , HARDER HARDER, WHUP WHUP WHUP, and the young wanking lad heard his own Dad slippering himself until both huge, smelly _c_o_c_k_s erupted in fountains of globby, spurting jizzz
"Yeah!"
"Oh yeah................."
Watson had been shafting his wife, Bettie. He had been pounding his oversized tool in and out of her juicy quim, all the while thinking of the caning he had given that afternoon.
That lad had NEEDED it.
As he built up a good, hard, knobbing momentum, as he slapped the arse-cheeks of his _s_e_x_y wife while he rammed her from behind, Watson thought of the boy Shroeder's father, of the huge _c_o_c_k_ he had taken first in his mouth (smelly massive, rubbery and drooling) then for the first time up his hungry, twitching anus. The man had _f_u_c_k_ed him good and proper, ramming that enormous meaty tool in and out of his well-stretched ring.
Earlier on, the two men had experimented with role-play - with the gorgeous, six-foot-four father bending over the desk for a good hard session with the senior cane.
"This makes my big, rugby-playing laddies beg for mercy ....lets see what it does to you!!" Watson had said
And he had belaboured the well-proffered, tightly-slacked arse with thr cane, all the time rubbing his hand up and down the gargantuan bulge in his own trousers, until he thought that caning such a _s_e_x_y, big, hugely-todgered man would make him spunk, spunk, spunk. He longed to put the chap over his knee, and, before long, the horny father was stretched out over his knee like a sixth-former, bubble-butt upriased and both cheeks getting a full reign of the strenuously applied brush...............
"OH FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!"
As he thought of it, Watson pistoned his vast, veiny tool between his wife's gorgeous, pert tits, spanking out a fizzing load of creamy spunk, as the horny bitch wanked her cunny and got a frothy load on her own rapid fist..........
She was sure to get it, bare-bottomed and dressed as a naughty schoolgirl, in the morning, feeling her husband's mammoth _c_o_c_k_ jerking , through his tight slacks, hot and hard aginst her thigh...
"Oh yeah! Bro! Suck it!""
I'm in the bedroom with my big horny brother, door closed. I remember warching him get it across Dad's lap. Me and Roger used to watch him - copping it from Dad. The huge wooden brush would literally bounce up and down on his beared rear. Later on, Roger and I who shared a room would wank together, one greased-up hand jacking off too held-together, jizz-oozing todgers., OH YEAH!
We would time the jacking fist action so that we both whacked-up at once, jizzing up a great torrent of spunk all over one another's hands, chests and pyjama trousers. Once, Dad hoiked Rodge over his knee before bedtime, a great big 16 year old getting the brudh. My _c_o_c_k_ was so hard as I watched that I almost spunked there and then. Luckily, Dad went off to the pub. Now Rodge was in control.
He crept into Dads room and got the brush and slipper.
I willingly went, like a very bad lad, across Rodger my brother's knees, knowing his own arse was flaming hot from Dad's expert aministrations. As I wriggled and writhed, my big _c_o_c_k_ got stiffer and hotter and harder, andI could feel his own big tool, throbbing up against my stomach. We got in the lower bunk and really pulled our tools off together, holding the meaty 9 inchers together and wrapping a fist eavh around them, all the while taling "dirty" to one another.
"Want some more?" he said, and I bent over the bunk for a goof 40 swats of Dads huge slipper. Then he took the same. By the time we were slippered, our tools were about to erupt. We got on the bottom bunk and fisted ourselves until we spurted our roe all over one another....
Later that week, big Brother, who gets a room to himself, a fantasric stash of porn (some whacking porn too - we can borrow it for pocket-money deductions) gets a real warning.#
He takes the hiding, from Dad, at about ten at night. From the sounds of it, he's getting first the brush (because it richochets from his arse then around the walls) then the dreaded riding crop. As it whips down across big Bros arse, Roger and I lie wanking in our bunks....
WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUP! Wank wank wank WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWUP! Wank wank wank WHHHHHHHHHHHHHUP! wANK wANK WANK.......... "Oh God!"
"Yeah ! Listen to that mate!"
Later on, one very sore-arsed 17 year old, one very satisied Dad and two younger brothers wank away into the night.....
Later on, I was to have my first experience with Watson, who told Dad. A double-whacking is something else (especially when you know those bastardxs are listening...)
TO BE CONTINUED
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