FATHER IN LAW DISCIPLINE
I am 49 now but I do remember 26 years ago. I still sit easily when I think about it. I had not been married but just a few months and ran into a old flame of mine. We went out for drinks and dinner while my wife worked overtime. Most unfortunately for me, I was seen by my mother in law and father in law. Two days later they invited us over for supper on a Saturday evening. I really did not think anything unusual, except we usually went to eat with them on Sundays. My wife had acted somewhat irritated all day Saturday but I thought she was just in a female mood swing.
My inlaws lived just outside Oklahoma City on a small acreage. We had supper and everything was normal. My father in law was a large man, not obese, but he stood about 6' 2" and weighed about 230. He was stout and always seemed gruff to me. He had raised two daughters and two sons of which my wife was the youngest. About the time my mother in law placed the desert on the table, the mood seemed to change. Bill, my father in law, said he had something he wanted to discuss with me. I suddenly felt very uncomfortable but just went along and asked what that might be. He asked me to come with him out back and the pie could wait. He was quite forceful and I said alright, but was getting a little nervous as to what was on his mind. He kept walking out toward a wooden shed they had about 50 yard from the house.
On the way he brought up the fact they had seen me with this other woman. I tried to deny it but he pinned me down very quickly and suddenly I felt like a little boy again. I finally just blubbered out that I was there and was really sorry about going out on my wife. Bill was not going to have anything to do with forgiving me. He informed me the shed was where he had dealt with all his children and I was not going to be one bit different. I had my choice, either take a whipping and it would be dropped or they would let the entire family know what I had done and my wife would not overlook it so easily as she intended to this time. I was really nervous but I said ok, I would take the whipping.
Once inside the shed, he turned on a light. There was a sawhorse type thing in the middle of the room . To my surprise he told me to strip from the waist down and I did but I was horrified. He placed a saddle over the sawhorse and told me to bend over it. I might have been 23 but I was really shaking and blubbering now, and as I felt the leather of the saddle touch my thighs I commence to plead for mercy, because this had suddenly become very real. It did me know good and he commenced to use a strap on me that was thick and about 2 " wide. I tried to take it with a manly attitude but that lasted only a few licks and I broke down. I cried and kicked and pleaded that I was sorry just like when I was a child. It was both painful and yet it brought a release of emotion I had not known before. About half way through I became aware of the rising hardness of my penis. My breathing was becoming heavy and stomach was tightening. He continued but must have caught a glance of my hardon when I jerked up from a hard lick. I felt his rough hands grab me by the side of my hips and turn me over. He had a grin and he asked if I liked this treatment, I told him I was as surprised as he was. I told him I thought it was the authority he seemed to give off. That I had always been submissive or had submissive feelings about strong willed authority type men. He gently touched my penis then rolled me back over, and set my ass cheeks on fire again. After a few more licks I was drained. I was almost limp over the saddle as he stopped and said he was going to rub some lotion on the welts. It felt cool and relieved the sting. I only moaned when his hand darted in between my legs and then found my ass crack and parted it, putting lotion into the crevice. I could only gasp when I felt his stiff tool commence to prod into the same crevice and could only arch my butt up towards him. I was very much a part of the family after that.