Humiliated Too - Part 1

Author : Bakergbrl777@aol.com         

Part 1

When I had lived at home my father had always used spanking as a way of controlling me and this was one of the reasons I left home as soon as I could.

Now at 28, separated from my wife and with my business having failed I had enormous debt and nowhere to live. I was staying with a friend and his family but they did not have room for me and I felt in the way even though they said I could stay as long as I wanted.

I had continued to see my mother a couple of times a year but had not seen my father for about five years as we never really got on and argued all the time. I met my mother for lunch and she caught up on all the news and realised what a mess I was in and it was she who suggested I should move home for a while until I had got myself sorted. While living at home was the last thing I wanted to do I decided that I had no real choice and it would at least enable to some time to think about my future and what I was going to do.

I arranged with her to move back in with them at the weekend, this gave me a few days to arrange things and do some sorting out beforehand.

On the Saturday I left my friends and drove the 100 miles or so to the town my parents lived in and was really not sure what sort of welcome I would get when I got there. My mother had always been the quiet one at home and my father was quite loud and a bit of a bully, she had tried her best to protect me when I had lived at home and often ended up in an argument over me.

I arrived at the house and pulled into the drive, there were already two cars there so I knew both mum and dad were there. I knocked on the door and mum answered, putting her arms around me and kissing me on the cheek saying she was very glad I was there.

I went in and my father was standing there, he held out his hand and seemed genuinely pleased to see me. We shook hands and he asked me if I was well, he said he was sorry I was having problems and that I was welcome to stay for a few weeks until I had got myself organised. We went into the kitchen where mum made coffee for us all and we sat down and talked about life in general and caught up on family news for a couple of hours.

Dad decided we should eat out that night as it had been so long since we had all been together that it would be a good way of us spending our first evening there. We had a very enjoyable evening and there was a real family feeling that I had never really known with them before.

All went well for the first week and it was actually proving to be a good arrangement, dad was helping me sort things out by using some of his business contacts to pull strings and helping me re finance.

Dad was 44 and had only been 16 when I was born which I think is why we never got on, he resented me coming along and making such a difference to his young life. He was the director of a large company, was heavily involved in the local community with different forms of voluntary work and was also still a keen sportsman. He had played rugby all through his time at school and had played for the borough  and now played regularly for his local amateur team.

The following Sunday mum had gone out to see some friends in the morning and left dad and I at home to do some work in the garden. She arrived home at about 11am and came into the garden, she seemed very nervous and was obviously scared. I asked her what was wrong, she looked at my dad and said she had just crashed her car into another one while pulling out of a parking space. My dad went mad, he rushed up to her and grabbed her and dragged her after him to the front drive, when he saw the car he was livid, the front bumper was hanging off and there was water leaking from the radiator.  He went into a real rage telling her she was useless and that this was about the fourth time she had crashed the car in the last year. He was pushing at her forcing her backwards until she was against the garage wall and could go no further, he then grabbed her chin and squeezed hard making her cry. I went over and grabbed at his hand and told him not to hurt mum saying she could not help it. In one quick movement dad moved his hand from her chin, clenched a fist and hit me hard in the stomach, I doubled over, taken totally by surprise and fell to the floor, I then heard him slap my mother and told her to get inside, he followed leaving me there on the ground. After a few minutes I was able to get up and I went inside where my dad was still pushing my mother around and she was very afraid crying out loud. I went over and started to say to him please dad don’t do this but was once again taken by surprise as he punched me again, this time even harder sending me once more to the ground. I was dressed in shorts tee shirt and trainers as I had been in the garden and now lying on the floor was totally doubled up with my knees up in my chest.

I hear my dad shout to my mum to get up to the bedroom and stay there and with that he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me into the lounge, he was extremely rough and my initial thought was how strong he was, he was dragging me along with no effort at all.

When we were in the lounge he started shouting at me asking what I thought I was doing interfering in his business, it was his house and I was a guest there and that I should remember that. With that I started shouting back saying it was that attitude that had driven me out of the house in the first place and it was only because mum asked that I was at home now. I said he had always been a bully and that seemed to enjoy pushing me around when I was younger and now doing it to mum.

With that he punched me again and said I would pay for that comment big time and that I would soon regret having come home again. I was now on the floor again having had the wind knocked out of me again. He then grabbed me again and threw me over the end of the sofa, he held me tight down with one hand pushing firmly on my back, almost immediately I felt him start to spank my arse. I was mortified and extremely angry and started kicking about and trying to roll myself free but he was too strong and simply carried on with his attack.

He then stopped spanking me and told me to stand up, as I got up I knew there were tears in my eyes and that he would notice. He immediately started saying it was no wonder my wife had left me as I was such a wimp, he then started pushing me about as he had done my mother. When I was backed against the wall he held me by the throat and said he was going to teach me a real lesson that I would never forget. He let go of my neck and told me to take my tee shirt off, I said no and he punched me again, this time holding me up so I could not fall to the ground and punched me again, pushing me back against the wall and saying now get your shirt off. It took me a moment to recover from the punches and when I had I slipped the tee shirt over my head and I looked at him, he was grinning and said right now the trainers, I bent down and undid the trainers and slipped them off. He was smiling saying now that’s easier than being punched isn’t it, I did not reply and I felt him grab my throat again and say I am talking to you boy, I then said yes it was. He said you mean yes sir, it’s time we had some respect around here, I simply looked at him, unable to comment and this got me another punch, this time in the chest and I hear myself saying yes sir.

He then moved a couple of feet away from me and said right now boy it’s time to loose the shorts, I was mortified, I said to him this is ridiculous I am 28 and that this was madness. This got me another punch and as I lay on the floor he said if you continue to make this difficult I will have to deal harder with your mother. I told him that I thought he was a coward picking on her, he punched me again and pointed out that I was also being dealt with. After a couple of minutes I got up again and he said right now I think you were going to remove those shorts, I looked at him but knew I was beaten, I slowly removed my shorts and stood there now in just my white briefs. My dad was beaming knowing now that he had won, he grabbed me arm and pulled me over to a chair where he sat down and pulled me over his knee, he then told me he was going to thrash my arse good and hard and that if I put up a fight I would be really sorry. He then started spanking my arse really hard causing me to kick and struggle. After a few minutes the spanking stopped and he told me to stand up in front of him, I stood there rubbing my backside trying to hold back the tears. Right then he said now it’s time to loose the briefs, I could not believe this and said no way, he simply jabbed two quick punches at my stomach  which caused me to fall to my knees, he held my hair to stop me falling flat on the floor. He said he thought that I had learned that he was in charge and that he was not going to put up with any nonsense, he stood up and pulled me up by the hair and shook me about. He then let go and said right now I think you were going to remove those briefs weren’t you - he looked at me and I felt my hands move down and start to lower my briefs, I took them off and stood in front of him covering myself with my hands. He laughed and said right now put your hands on your head and stop playing silly games or I would really regret it, my hands moved up to my head and I stood there looking at the ground. Here I was at 28 standing naked in front of my dad being treated like a little boy.

He told me to stay like that until he told me to move, with that he went upstairs and I could hear him shouting at my mother for a while then all went quiet and I heard him coming back down the stairs.

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