My First Strapping

Dad and I were always close. But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t tan my ass if he thought I needed it. Mom had run out on us when I was 12 years old so Dad and I became even closer. As an only child, this meant a lot to me.

Dad was a strict disciplinarian and over-the-knee bareass spankings were his preferred punishment. He always followed the same procedure. When the time came for a spanking, I was sent to my bedroom to get ready. I had to strip completely naked and sit on my bed to wait for Dad. He never kept me waiting very long.

Just after my 16^th birthday I had been caught skipping school. Dad had been called at work by the principle of the school so I knew I was in deep trouble. After dinner Dad told me I was going to be punished and sent me to my room. I closed my bedroom door behind me and stripped down to my briefs. I sat down on the bed and listened for Dads’ footsteps on the stairs. As soon as I heard him coming up the stairs, I started to shiver. I knew his work-hardened hands would be warming my bare ass. My bedroom door slowly opened and there stood Dad. This time something was different.

My Dad wasn’t a tall man but he was solidly built and muscular. He was about 5’8” and 160 pounds. He worked construction so he was in great shape.

As Dad came into the room, I looked up at him. He had taken his shirt off and was holding a leather strap in his hand. Dad had always used just his hand when he spanked so the strap was pretty scarey. Yet the sight of him standing there shirtless, his broad hairy chest streaked with sweat, made my dick jump to attention. Dad didn’t seem to notice.

“Son, you did something very serious today. To teach you the seriousness of it, we’re going to do things a bit differently. You’re a big boy now and a spanking with my hand isn’t enough. This strap is the one your Grandpa used on me when I was your age. I think a taste of leather on your bare ass is called for now. First I’m going to take you over my knee and warm your ass with my hand and then I’m going to strap your naked ass until it’s nice and red and hot. Stand up Son.”

I was embarrassed by my hardon but I had no choice. I stood up and faced my Dad. My hard dick was making a tent in my briefs but there was nothing I could do. Dad sat down on the bed and told me to stand in front of him.

“Let’s get rid of these” he said as he reached for my briefs. “I don’t want anything between your ass and my strap.” He hooked his fingers in the elastic if my briefs and gave them a yank. My hardon sprang up and slapped my belly as my underware was dragged down and off. I couldn’t understand my excitement as I knew the pain that was coming.

“Over my knees Son” Dad said. “Don’t squirm and don’t try to cover your ass with your hands. You’ve got this coming and you better take it like a man.”

I laid down over Dads’ knees. My hardon was pressed between my belly and Dads’ thigh. Much to my surprise, Dad reached under me and took my stiff dick in his hand and repositioned it down the outside of his leg.

“Don’t be embarrassed, Son. I always threw a boner when my Dad spanked me”

The first smack caught me by surprise. It had been awhile since Dad had given me a spanking so I wasn’t prepared for the force of his callused hand on my naked ass.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! My ass was on fire! Dad must have slapped my ass 50 or 60 times without letting up. Finally he paused and rubbed his rough hand over my burning ass.

“Your ass is turning a nice shade of pink, Son. But we’re not done yet. We’re going for a nice bright red. Skipping school is something I’m not going to tolerate and you’ve got to learn your lesson.” All the time he was talking to me, his hand was softly rubbing my hot ass. This was making my boner harder than ever. I was slowly rubbing it against his rough work pants.

“Stand up boy! It’s time to start phase two of your punishment.”

Once again I stood before Dad with my dick sticking up and out, pointing right at his chin. My face was as red as my ass. This time Dad looked right at it. He smiled and took it in his big work-roughened hand.

“You’re getting pretty big, Son. I think you’re even bigger than I was at your age. A dick to be proud of.”

He released my throbbing boner and said, “O.K. Son. I want you to lay on the bed face down with the pillows under your hips. I want your ass up so I have a good target for the strap.”

My heart was racing with excitement as I placed the pillows in the middle of the bed and lay down on them, humping them with my dick. Dad positioned himself beside the bed and raised the strap over his shoulder. I heard the whoosh of the strap through the air before it bit into my ass.

THWAK!

A bolt of fire shot through my ass!

THWAK!

The second stroke left me blind with pain. I had never felt anything this painful in my life. The skin on my ass felt as if it were being peeled off.

THWAK!

“Please, Dad,” I cried. “I promise I’ll never skip school again.”

THWAK!

“Son, I know you’re a good kid. But you’ve got to learn that when you break the rules, you’re going to be punished and punished hard.”

THWAK! THWAK! THWAK! THWAK! THWAK! THWAK! THWAK! THWAK! THWAK! THWAK! THWAK! THWAK! THWAK! THWAK! THWAK!

The blows were coming harder and faster. My ass was on fire and the heat was spreading to my dick. I could feel it leaking on the pillow as Dad continued the strapping. After about the 50^th stroke, Dad stopped. He sat on the bed and started rubbing my ass.

“Nice color, nice heat,” he said. “But we’re not finished, Son. I want you to raise up on your knees but keep your head down on the bed. I’m going to give you 20 more with the strap and I want you to count them out. Are you ready?”

“Yes Sir,” I said, my voice quivering. My dick was still as hard as a tent peg. I couldn’t understand this.

“O.K. Son, here we go.”

THWAK!

“ONE SIR”

THWAK!

“TWO SIR”

THWAK!

“THREE SIR”

THWAK

“FOUR SIR”

And so it went for the final 20. My ass must have been purple by now. I was whimpering and begging Dad to stop. But he never let up.

THWAK!

“SEVENTEEN SIR”

THWAK!

“EIGHTEEN SIR”

THWAK!

“NINETEEN SIR”

THWAK!

“TWENTY SIR”

“O.K. Son, we’re finished” Dad said as he began rubbing my ass again. I could hardly stand for him to touch it. The burning and throbbing were intense.

“Stand up Son.” I crawled off the bed and once more stood in front of Dad. “Son, I hope you’ve learned your lesson.”

“Yes Sir, I’ll never skip school again Dad, I promise.”

Dad pulled me to him and hugged me to his sweaty chest. My stiff dick (still there) rubbed against his work pants. He chuckled. “Looks like you have a bit of a problem, Son.”

“What do you mean, Dad?”

“This,” he said as he took my dick in his hand.

“I’m sorry Dad. I don’t know why my dick’s stiff.”

“Nothing to be sorry about Son. A hardon is a natural thing and should be a pleasure. Lay back on the bed and let’s take care of this.”

My head was spinning as I lay back on the bed. I heard the zipper of Dads’ pants sliding down and heard him slip out of them and his boxers. He sat down on the bed and said, “See Son, my dick’s hard too.” I raised up and looked at Dad.

I’d never seen Dad naked before. His body was in great shape. He was hairy all over and the bush around his rock hard dick was dense and lush. “Go ahead Son, touch it.”

I reached for his dick and he reached for mine. We stroked each other until we were quivering with lust. The sensations going through my body were almost too much to bear. All of a sudden, I felt a sensation in my balls that caused me to arch my back and cry out. My cum shot high in the air and hit Dad in the face. He started laughing and then he gasped and shot his load. His cum squirted all over my stroking hand and all over his chest. We both had to lay back on the bed to catch our breath. Then he started laughing again And he rubbed my cum all over his face. He licked his fingers and said, “Sweet as honey, Son. I think we need a shower.”

But that’s another story.