Yoi Can Call Me Daddy.


by Charley_gilbert <Charlie_gilbert2003@yahoo.com>

I pulled up to his house at exactly 11am. I was nervous, and had circled the block numerous times before getting the courage to stop. I walked up tot he door and looked at the piece of paper with the address on it. I knew it was right. I'd checked it a million times. But I would do anything to stall right now..

I rang the doorbell, and he answered the door. I towered over him. I was 56 years of age, 6 foot 1, and 259 pounds. He was about 5'8 and much thinner. His 70 year old frame was covered by a nice brown cotton vest, a short sleeved dress shirt, black slacks and shiny black dress shoes.

He invited me in, and I entered, closing the door behind me.

"So, you think you're too old for a good old fashioned spanking?" he asked me.

"Of course. I'm almost 57 years old." I answered smuggly, falling into the role we'd previously discussed through emailing.

"Well, in my eyes, you're still a little boy who needs his bare backside thrashed to teach him a lesson."

"Bare? You've got to be kidding me." I said.

"Of course. That's the only way to get through to a boy your age." he replied, "And that's exactly the way I intend to do it."

"You can't. You're not my father.. I'm not just going to let you span-" he cut me off.

"You can argue all you want, but in the end it doesn't matter. You earned it. You're going to get it." and with that, he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me into the bedroom.

I only fought a little. I really did want this. I needed it.

Once in the bedroom I saw a variety of things on the dresser. A cane. A tawse. A slipper. A wooden hairbrush. Next to the bed was an old wooden chair, and on the bed was a pile of pillows, covered in a large towel.

"Alright young man. It's time for you to be chastised." he told me, "Just like a little boy, so, strip."

I slowly undid the button on my polo shirt, and kicked off my shoes simultaneously. I slipped the shirt over my head revealing my naked torso. I pulled my socks off, baring my feet and then went to the button on my pants. I hesitated.

"Pants too, but leave the briefs on for now." he referred to my underpants, which he'd told me to wear. Normally i was a boxer-man.

"Yes sir." I answered, and slipped the pants down and off.

"Come here" he said, and sat down in the chair.

I walked over to him, and he bent me over his lap, most of my torso was on the bed, leaving the majority of my weight off of him, and taking my bare feet high off the floor. I was extremely off balance, but, that's what he wanted.

"We'll begin." was all he said, and he brought his hand down hard on my cotton covered rear.

SPLAT!

He spanked my ass hard. I wasn't expecting quite that hard of a spank to begin with, and I bucked a little on his lap.

SPLAT!

He continued to spank my butt like that for 15 minutes or so.

"Now that you're warmed up.." he started, "Time to get nekkid."

And he pulled my briefs down to my thighs, and then off.

"Nice a pink. A good start." he said, rubbing my warm buns, "Go fetch the cane."

I stood up, and walked over to the dresser. I grabbed the cane, and brought it back. He was now standing up next to the chair.

"Bend over the back." he told me.

I bent over the back of the big oak chair, and grabbed the seat with my hands.

"I'm going to give you 6 of the best" he said, "Count them out loud."

SWIIIISH CRACK!

He striped my bare ass with the cane, right in the middle.

"OOOOOooooh. One sir!"

SWIIIISH CRACK!

The next one landed right under the first.

"Ahhhhhh Two sir!!"

SWIIISH CRACK!

The third criss crossed the first two and I stood up on my bare toes in agony.

"OOOOOOOW!... ...Three.. sir" I sniffled.

The next two strokes came quickly.

SWISH CRACK.

"Four sir."

SWISH CRACK"

"Five... sir."

"Last one." he rubbed my back.

SWIIIIIIIIISH CRAAAAAAAAAACK.

The cane struck my sit spot and I screamed.

"Aaaaah aaaaaaaaaaaah." I almost forgot to count it, "SIX.. six.. sir."

"Good boy." he rubbed my cheeks with the cane, before having me turn around.

"Still think you're too old?" he asked me.

"No sir. i don't." I answered.

"We've still got plenty more, why don't you grab the brush next." he motioned to the dresser.

I took the cane back, and grabbed the brush. It didn't look too bad.

He sat on the edge of the bed, and pulled me over his lap. He grabbed my arm and pinned my hand against my back, and started to spank.

SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK

He lit my ass on fire. The brush was worse than I ever thought possible.

SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK

He peppered my fanny with spankins. I kicked and wiggled, but he held me tight and just kept slamming the brush against my hind end.

"Aaaaah please! Stop!" I cried.

"You need to learn.." was all he said.

SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK

Finally he stopped, and rubbed the smooth wood against my butt. I sobbed quietly across his lap.

SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK

Out of nowhere he slapped it hard up and down my buttcrack. I lost it, and tears streamed down my face.

"I think we'll skip the slipper this time, and go straight to the tawse. Your backside is awfully red." he rubbed my quivering fanny.

"Yes sir." I said, happy not to be getting the slipper, but scared of the tawse.

"Bend across the bed, with your crotch right against those pillows." he gently squeezed my penis in his hand.

I did as he told me, and was soon spread eagle on the bed, my anus on full display.

He grabbed the tawse off the dresser, and without warning he slammed it hard against by bottom.

I screamed at the top of my lungs.

He slapped the evil impliment all over my backside, covering every inch. I moaned and screamed and cried, burying my face into the bedspread, tears dripping down my cheeks. He left thick red stripes all over my thighs and buttocks. Once I was finally broken, and all my tears were used up, he stopped, and sat down on the bed next to me. He rubbed my arse with his hand, squeezing and molding my red skin like dough.

"Have you learned your lesson?" he asked me.

"Yes sir." I sniffled through my tears, "I've learned."

"What have you learned my boy?" he questioned.

"That I'm definitely not too old for a bare butt spanking." I forced a smile.

"That's right, you'll never be too old as long as I'm around." he told me, and spread my legs, finding my anus with his finger, and gently began rubbing it.

"Oooooooh." I moaned, my erection pressing against the pillows, and dripping precum.

Soon he was knuckle deep in my asshole, and I was bucking up and down, grinding against the pillows, and it didn't take long before blasts of semen shot from my engorged member.

"Ooooooooooooohhhhhh" I cried, my bare toes curling in bliss.

He milked me dry, his finger pressed tightly against my prostate.

"If you ever need another spanking, feel free to come back. I'm here for you." he said, and rubbed my back with his other hand.

"Thank you sir." I said

"Oh, and.. if you want, you can call me daddy." he said, and gently kissed my forehead.

"Thank you... daddy." I smiled uncontrollably.


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