An Old Fashioned Leather D.A.D.

Author: Writer8322@aol.com

AN OLD-FASHIONED LEATHER D.A.D.

A Story Set in the Brave New World of D.A.D.

David!  You're making too much fuss, now just lie quietly on Dad's knee and stop squirming.

Oooh, daddy!  I don't want a spankin'

'Course you don't, boy, but that's not your option.  I'll put you on my lap and spank the daylights out of you when I think it's necessary.

Daddy! What are you doing?  (wiggling)

(you tuck me in closer and hold me firmly in place)  I'm just greasing your little boy hole, son.  You need a good cleaning out before you take your lickin'

(starting to cry)  Ooh!  Daddy, (sob) I don't want....

SMACK! SMACK!

Didn't I tell you to lie quiet.  Now, you be a good boy or I'll give you something' to cry about now and another one later.

(trying to stop crying)  Okay, okay, daddy.

Now let me put this nozzle in your little boy hole.

(clenching)  Daddy!  It's too big!

'Course it's not boy!  I measured you real carefully.  SMACK!  LIE STILL, David OR SO HELP ME, I'LL WHALE THE SHIT OUT OF YOU AND YOU WON'T NEED AN ENEMA.

There!  That wasn't so bad, son, was it.

(weeping quietly)

Now, you be good, here comes some nice soapy water.

Oooh, I can feel it.

Of course you can feel it.  (rubbing my back)  Good boy, just hold it now.

Daddy, it's starting to hurt.

Hold it, son.  This is good for you.

Oh, shit, Dad.  It's hurting.

DID YOU CURSE!  DID YOU!  After your spankin' I'm going to scrub out your little mouth with that new bar of Squeaky Clean mouth soap I bought....just for you, son.

Okay, David, you can get up and go to the bathroom.  Slowly, boy. Here, take Daddy's hand and he'll take you to the potty.

I can go myself, daddy.

(firmly taking his boy's hand)  No you won't, son.  I'm going to supervise and make sure you do a 'good job.'

(After the 'good job') 

Now lean forward against daddy, I'm going to check and make sure you wiped yourself okay.   Nope!  Not clean enough.  You're getting the alcohol swab.

DADDY!  NO!  (sobbing) It burns.

(Dad opens the medicene chest and gets the swab.  None too gently, he presses his boy's face against his big chest and tips up his bare bottom.)

Here now!  I'll just give you a good swabbing out!  (rubbing rigorously with the swab)

AAAAAAAHH!

There, now you're nice and clean for your trip over Dad's lap.  (taking David's hand again)  Come on, son.  Dad just bought a nice little leather quirt, just for you.  I want to see if it gets the job done right.

(to be continued)


Soon Dad is sitting in the 'Spanking Chair' with David across his knees.  Dad  makes sure the backflap is well turned down so that his boy's bottom is fully bared for the leather quirt.

Okay, son, it's time for your spankin' and I expect you to take your medicene like a man.

(nervously) Oooh, Dad!!

This'll be good for you, boy.  A good piece of leather laid across a boy's backside is just the ticket to put him on the straight and narrow. Okay now....

(Dad tucks David in close, so that he will feel the warmth of Dad's body and his love, even during the spanking.  Dad starts the strapping.)

WHUT!  WHUT!   WHUT!  WHUT!

(At first, David holds on to his Dad's leg and tries hard to be quiet and not kick.)

WHUT!WHUT!WHUT!WHUT!

(But gradually, as his backside becomes well-striped and reddened, the boy begins to cry out a little.)

OW!  Oh, Dad!  Oooh, Daddy, please!

You say, 'Thank you, sir, for my correction.'

Oooh, Dad....I don't want....

WHUT!WHUT!WHUT!WHUT!WHUT!WHUT!WHUT!

Aaah!  THANK YOU, SIR, FOR MY CORRECTION (sob).

WHUT!WHUT!WHUT!

We're seein' some nice color back here, son.  Can you feel this okay?

WHUT!WHUT!WHUT!

(sobbing now)  Oh, yes, dad!  Is it almost over?

WHUT!WHUT!WHUT!

You don't ask that question, boy.  You just lie on daddy's lap and take your lickin' and cry it out.  Dad's decide when it's enough and NO, it's not nearly enough.

WHUT!WHUT!WHUT!WHUT!

(David pushes his bottom up and down to try and shift, but Dad knows how to spank a boy properly and the quirt lands where HE means it to!)

WHUT!WHUT!WHUT!WHUT!

Don't forget, son, after your whuppin', we're going to the bathroom and take care of that mouth.

(David bawls out his unhappiness.)

WHUT!WHUT!WHUT!WHUT!

Wooo! (chuckle) Son, you've got a pretty little rump!  It's looking like two bright lights.  Dad can just about see his face it's so nice and shiny.  I think we're just about done, but let me just add a little more polish.

NO!

WHUT! WHUT! WHUT! WHUT! WHUT! WHUT!WHUT!WHUT!WHUT!WHUT!WHUT!

(to be continued)

AN OLD FASHIONED LEATHER D.A.D

³Raising a Son² - pt. 3

Dad put down his quirt and picked up he bottle of ³After Spank² lotion he had bought at the D.A.D. pharmacy along with Squeaky Clean mouth soap, Mr. Sudsy enema solution and the special castor oil D.A.D. labs produced and named ³D.A.D. Castor Oil for Your Favorite Little Spanky!²

Dad was a strong believer in the efficiency of these boy-rearing aids and used them unstintingly with his son.  David usually started his day with a big spoonful of the castor oil and ended it with some Mr. Sudsy.  Sometimes, during the administration of these two products, David lost control of his mouth and Dad had to reach for the yellow bar of Squeaky Clean mouth soap. 

As Dad gently rubbed ³After Spank² into David¹s hot little behind, he also applied an extra amount to the boy¹s little hole and worked it in.  The quirt was  very flexible and could be used to curl into those Ohard-to-reach-places¹ on a boy¹s bottom that could imprint a spanking as nothing can.

David first yowled, then relaxed and wriggled a little, as Daddy rubbed After Spank on, and into, his little anus. 

³This¹ll keep it from chapping, son,² Dad said.  He lifted his boy from his leather chaps and stood him in between his knees.

³We¹ll just leave your flap down for a few days.²

David started to whine, but Dad ended that by putting the boy back on his lap and using his own hard hand to remind David who was in charge.   It only took a dozen swats for David to return to complete submissiveness.

Dad wiped the tears and snot from his son¹s face and stood him back up. 

³I¹ve been thinking of buying you your first pair of leather britches son, just like the pair my daddy trained me up in.   They¹re nice and tight and there¹s no seat, so dad can tend to you whenever he sees fit.²

David¹s face puckered, but he didn¹t make a sound.

³Always did think it was ridiculous to cover a boy¹s bottom, even with a backflap.  Boys should be kept bare and if I had my way all you¹d be allowed to wear, at home or outside, is a little t-shirt, a pair of socks and some trainers, like you wear at home most of the time.  Nonsense about covering a boy¹s privates.....what a lot of fuss about a boy¹s little nothin¹²

Dad stood up and took David¹s hand.

³Come on with dad back to the bathroom son.  We¹ve got a date with a bar of Squeaky Clean.²

Dad took David to the bathroom and sat him on the high wooden stool he sat the boy on for his morning dose of OCastor Oil.¹  Dad turned on the tap and reached for the bar of Squeaky Clean.  He held it under the water until it foamed and frothed and then pinched David¹s nose so that the boy opened his mouth.

³Wider, boy!² Dad commanded, and David gave a gurgling sob and obeyed.

Dad inserted half the bar of Squeaky Clean in his son¹s mouth and set to work.  He scraped the soap over David¹s teeth and lathered every part of the boy¹s mouth.  Soap suds and bubbles billowed from David¹s mouth and the boy struggled putting his hands on his father¹s wrists and trying to push him away.  But Dad was determined and always did his work thoroughly.  His training had been complete, and Dad knew exactly what constituted a proper mouth washing.

David¹s gums, tongue, cheeks and lips were scrubbed with Squeaky Clean so that the boy¹s whole mouth, inside and out, wore a lathery, soapy, suds, covering.  It looked as if David had a soap goatee.

Dad loved his son, and shook his head fondly at the boy¹s discomfiture.  He was sorry that the boy had to undergo this ordeal, but Ohey¹ he had asked for it.  D.A.D. training was specific on this point.  Discipline required the removal of individual freedom and choice, something all human beings craved.  It was the desire to maintain that freedom in the face of disciplinary loss, that helped boys to control their baser actions.  Reason had nothing to do with it, so those weak-willed, puss-nutted parents who whined reason at their brats, only wound up producing out-of-control adults.

Dad was no such wuss.  He disciplined his son when the situation demanded and his discipline was always memorable.

Dad held David over the sink, and used his fingers to rinse the Squeaky Clean from the boy¹s mouth.  Then, he let the boy throw his arms around him and held him tight while his son cried it all out.

³Okay, boy, you¹re good. You¹re good, and Dad loves you!  You know that, right son.  Only Dads who love their boys spank Oem.   A Dad who doesn¹t spank his son, doesn¹t care about him.²

³I love you dad!² David said, lifting his wet face from his dad¹s chest and smiling up at him.

Dad grinned back.  That smile always got to him.  ³You¹re cute as a cherry tomato, son,² Dad said, and then he turned David around and examined his bottom.  ³And you¹ve got two little cherry tomatoes right around back, courtesy of yer Dad.  Now gimme a big one!²

David kissed his dad and Dad patted the boy¹s hot bottom cheeks.

³Come on, son,² he said.  ³We were gonna have a catch outside, and the sun hasn¹t set yet.  We can let the sunset see your backside and feel jealous.²

Dad put his arm around his boy and hugged him tight.  Tomorrow, he would give David the leather training pants which he¹d already bought and which hung in his closet.

THE END.