Copyright on this story text belongs at all times to the original author only, whether stated explicitly in the text or not. The original date of posting to the MMSA was: 08 Apr 2001
Daddy's Visit 22 June 2000 by Goodspank
The door buzzer goes. I know it must be Daddy. I swallow nervously, and check myself out quickly in the mirror. I am barefoot, not long out of the shower. My white t-shirt sets off my boyish figure well, and the green cotton gym shorts cling in all the right places, revealing that underneath I am wearing a pair of my favorite snug white cotton underpants - the ones that perfectly complement the roundness of my butt. I try not to run to the door. I open the front door and Daddy is there, smiling broadly. He is big and burly and has a wonderful moustache. My heart leaps with a combination of fear and excitement.
"Hello Boy." He smiles and his eyes twinkle wickedly. My heart gives a little jump of delight.
"Come in please Daddy", I say, and lead him through the short hallway to the door of my flat. We go in and I close the door. He goes up the three steps into the living room and sits on the sofa, legs wide apart. He puts his sports bag down on the floor.
"Come here, Boy" he says, beckoning to me. I go and stand immediately in front of him, between his wide open legs. He places his big, strong hands on my butt cheeks and squeezes gently. He nods, as if satisfied, and runs his hands up and down and all over my body, checking me out. Apparently I meet with his approval, for he smiles again.
"Now, Boy," he says softly, "You know why I'm here - you're a bad boy and it's your punishment time. Your little round butt is due for its regular good hard Daddy spanking, and I've a mind to make this a special spanking." The word 'special' has a particularly wicked emphasis and he grins his wickedest Daddy grin. I know to dread that grin - I suspect it means my butt is really going to suffer!
I gulp out the words "Yes, Daddy", dutifully.
"Yes what, Boy?"
I know what he means. Daddy always makes me ask for my punishment. Not just once, but over and over again.
"Yes please Daddy, I need a really special butt spanking this time, please Daddy. Punish me hard please Daddy". I know that if I don't ask Daddy sincerely for my punishment, that he'll make it even stricter and harder. I forget any notion of being a grown-up, and am just a naughty teenager again. What's more he'll keep making me ask for my punishment until he likes the way I say it.
He shakes his head. "Try again, Boy - when I say special I mean special."
He is still gently squeezing and stroking my butt cheeks. I like the feeling of Daddy's hands on my butt very much indeed but am very nervous and as I reply my heart is hammering so loud I think he must hear it.
"Yes Daddy. Please Daddy, I've been a very bad boy, and my butt needs to be punished very strictly - much more than usual. Please would you put me over your knee and spank my butt long and hard, first on my underpants and then on my bare butt, and then please would you lay me over the bed and whack my bare butt with your big, black belt until it's red hot and sore, just as I deserve. I've been extra specially bad so I need a really red hot butt this time, please Daddy."
"That's right, Boy, you've been extra specially bad". He is still grinning delightedly as he says the words 'extra specially' slowly and with relish. I have never had to make such a detailed request before - and I know he always makes me ask for more, later, so next time I'll probably have to ask for the paddle, or the razor strap, or even the cane.
"Right now." His face adopts a slightly sterner expression. "Take off your t-shirt".
I hoist my t-shirt over my head and put it over the back of a nearby chair.
Daddy grasps the waistband of my shorts and, in one smooth movement, pulls them right down to my ankles. He surveys me, standing there in just my underpants, and smiles very broadly, patting my butt cheeks gently. "Now, Bad Boy, go into the bedroom and stand by the end of the bed in your underpants. Think about the long overdue punishment you deserve. I'm going to really tan your hide cherry red this time, and it's going to take a long, long time. Go!"
He gives my butt a hearty slap with his hand as I turn to go, almost tripping over my shorts.
In the bedroom I stand obediently at the end of the bed, looking down at the array of punishment implements laid out there. This is another part of my punishment routine - apart from the big belt he wears, Daddy doesn't bring any spanking implements with him, it is my job to have them ready for him. Also, there is a big heap of pillows across the bed. These are for me to bend over, spreadeagled, so Daddy can stand over me and wield his big black belt, or the razor strap, tawse, or - gulp! - the swishy cane.
There are two razor strops - unfortunately not genuine North American. One is longer and bendier than the other, and both are highly effective at warming the butt cheeks.
There are four paddles - three leather and one wooden. All can be used over the knee or in other positions. The wooden one stings like fuck.
Ooops! Careful - if Daddy hears me say 'fuck' I get ten extra whacks - fast with whatever implement he's got in his hand. I don't think I've ever got through a butt whacking without yelling out "owww fuck!" at least once - after a particularly painful whack of the belt or paddle - and earned my poor agonised butt a set of rapid fire whacks as a result! I'm not optimistic about avoiding it this time, either.
There is a short whip like a cat o'nine tails, and a long slim leather strap with holes in it which makes me wince just to look at it, because, although it's lightweight, it stings worse than anything.
There is a very short leather strap - about six inches long - for getting at those 'hard to reach' spots between my ass cheeks.
There is a fairly thick black leather tawse with two tails.
And, last and worst, there is the cane: medium weight and a really good whopper. I look gloomily at it - something tells me Daddy may have the cane in mind when he says the word 'special' in that way.
I am not kept waiting long. Daddy enters and sits on the bed, legs apart, facing me, just as we were in the living room.
"Now Bad Boy, I'm here to punish you as you richly deserve. You know what kind of punishment that bad boys need, don't you?" Again Daddy is running his hands over my body and gently squeezing my ass cheeks.
"Yes Daddy. Bad boys need their butts spanked." I reply obediently.
Daddy starts to pat my butt cheeks very softly. "And are you a bad boy?"
"Yes Daddy, I'm a very bad boy."
"So what do you need then, Bad Boy?"
"I need my butt spanked, please Daddy."
"That's right, you need your butt spanked. How bad would you say you were?"
"I'm very bad indeed, Daddy. Extra specially bad, Daddy."
"Yeah, I know you are, Boy. So, if ordinary bad boys get their butts spanked, what do extra specially bad boys get?"
I jump at the sudden hard slap to my butt cheek.
"Please Daddy, I need an extra specially long, hard spanking on my underpants and bare butt."
"Then you'd better ask for it, hadn't you, Bad Boy?"
"Yes Daddy. Please Daddy, please would you give my butt a really good spanking - extra specially long and hard because I'm such a very bad boy. Please spank me over your knee on my underpants to start with and then take them down and really whack my bare butt until it's cherry red and sore and I'm squirming and begging you to stop. Please use your hand, your big black belt, and as many other implements as you think I deserve, Daddy. "
Daddy's face lights up in delight. I think I said the right thing.
He reaches up and takes my hand and tugs me down to upend my butt over his left knee so that my face and upper body are over the bed. He is right-handed.
"Oh yeah, I'm gonna enjoy this, Bad Boy! I'm really gonna give your butt a tannin' to remember!"
Smack! The first one is surprisingly hard - I gasp slightly through my teeth. He chuckles. Then he starts to spank regularly and rhythmically, one spank on each cheek in turn. There are about three or four seconds between each spank at first, and it's not too hard, though I can certainly feel it! After about a minute he gradually speeds up and increases the weight he puts behind each smack. Soon there is no pause between the smacks, and I am gasping quite often. He is meticulous about covering the entire area of my butt - from the top just below my waist, down to the top of my legs. This results in the kind of all-over tan that every boy should have, and no sunshine required, as Daddy likes to say.
Suddenly he pauses. He strokes and squeezes my ass gently, as he often does during my punishments. He lifts up the back of my underpants to reveal my bare butt cheek beneath.
"Hmm, " he says, "Just warming up the target - nothin' much in the way of color - yet." He pulls up the back of the other side so both butt cheeks are on show and tugs the waistband up tight to that my underpants are squeezed into my butt crack.
The spanking starts again, at the same speed and heaviness as before. My buns are now bare, so it hurts more, and my gasps are more frequent. I am now wriggling quite a bit. Daddy starts to tease me - varying between little soft taps and really hard whacks that make me go 'ooww!' and make him chuckle delightedly.
Without warning, he grabs my underpants and tugs them right down to my ankles. He puts his left hand on my shoulders to hold me down firmly and starts spanking again straight away. I bounce helplessly over his knee.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Without pausing in the fusillade of spanks, he asks "Like this, do you, Boy?"
I know what I have to answer, even as I squirm and writhe beneath his strong disciplinary hand.
"Yes, Daddy. I like it. Oww!"
"I know you do. You love getting your butt reddened. This is what you need, isn't it, Bad Boy? You need spanking like you need air to breathe."
"Yes Daddy, I really need spanking, please. Oww! Spank me hard, please Daddy. Oww!"
A few minutes later, Daddy orders me to get into his favorite position. We call it the 'wheelbarrow' position. For this my underpants have to come off my ankles so I'm completely naked. Daddy sits on the edge of the bed, legs apart, while I place one leg either side of his waist - facing away from him - and my head and arms down on the ground. My groin rests against his, my butt cheeks are spread apart, my shaved buttcrack is exposed and I'm at my most vulnerable.
The relentless spanking resumes, and my gasps become small yells. 'Owwww!' escapes my lips more and more often.
"Don't know what you're yellin' about, Boy," says Daddy, cheerfully, "I've hardly started yet. Your butt's barely even pale pink yet! I aim for cherry red - or maybe beet - or tomato. I haven't quite decided. Which would you like best Boy? Choose a color for your butt!" He chuckles happily.
Daddy doesn't stop whacking while he talks, and he doesn't stop to wait for an answer, either. My replies are punctuated by 'ow' and 'ouch' and loud gasps.
"Please Daddy, I'd like a cherry red butt, please. Oww!"
"Hmmm, yeah, cherry is good, but I'm real fond of that deep purple-crimson beet. Heh." He chuckles again - Daddy is enjoying his work.
Five minutes of wheelbarrow spanking and bad boy butt squirming and many ouches later, and he pauses long enough to reach out a hand and pick something up from the bed. I hold my breath in anticipation - what will it be?
I feel Daddy gently brush a leather paddle over my warm buns. Then he starts to pat the cheeks lightly, getting faster and faster, and harder, until I am getting a rapid-fire paddling. It hurts! I know, from the feel, that Daddy is using the tan-colored leather paddle, and that really sets my butt bouncing!
Another pause, another item is selected. This time it is the very short leather strap - Daddy starts to apply a series of light whacks to my inner butt cheeks. Some of them land right on my butthole and I squeal and struggle, but Daddy holds me firmly in place and keeps whacking my poor, vulnerable, naked buttcrack. The more I squeal and squirm, the more Daddy chuckles and tells me "This is just the start of your butt tannin', Boy - just the start! You think this hurts, you wait till' I get you bent over those pillows with your butt in the air and I start usin' my belt on your li'l red butt like you asked me to! That'll hurt plenty, Boy! then you'll know you're really getting punished!"
Daddy is as good as his word - of course. But by the time I get to the bent-over-pillows position on the bed, I've had a dozen hearty whacks with each of the other three paddles on my poor, helpless butt, and I'm really suffering. The wooden paddle had a particularly memorable effect when Daddy whacked it down evenly across both my butt cheeks - I jumped and squirmed hard and tried to get up - earning me another half dozen hearty paddle whacks from Daddy for trying to get up before I was told!
"Please Daddy, haven't we got to 'extra special' yet, Daddy?" I sob, after Daddy tells me I can get up and I stagger up dizzily from the wheelbarrow position. I put my hands down and gingerly feel my bare bottom. It's hot, it's sore, and, I suspect, already blushing a deep shade of red.
Daddy laughs. "Nowhere near it, Boy. I've just about warmed you up enough to get to the real punishment. This, that you're gettin' next, is the part you asked for, remember? Now let me see, what was it you wanted so particularly? Hmm." As he pretends to think, he slowly unbuttons his shirt and removes it so that he's bare-chested. He is big and brawny and has a magnificent spread of dark, curly hair across his muscular chest. I gaze in awe.
"Getting warm in here, ain't it, Boy?" he grins.
He reaches down and, as I watch with bated breath, he slowly unbuckles and removes his broad, black leather belt. Ulp! He folds it in two, and flexes it playfully between his hands. I stare transfixed. He raises it up high over his shoulder, and brings it down hard across the pillows on the bed. Thwack!
He smiles at me. "Yep. That'll do. Now what was it again you wanted me to do? 'Whack your bare butt with my big, black belt until it's red hot and sore' wasn't it? Heh heh. You got it, Bad Boy. It's high time I taught you a lesson! Get your butt over those pillows now!"
In seconds I am on the bed, spreadeagled and bent over the pillows with my red, sore bottom raised high. Daddy's cool left hand caresses my hot butt cheeks.
"Just barely pink," he murmurs. "So far."
"Owwwww! Daddy!" I yell. Daddy put some beef behind that one!
Daddy laughs. "Yeah! Good one, huh, Boy? Now, how many shall I give you? Ten? Do you want ten Boy? Or would you like twenty?"
"Oh! Please may I have ten whacks of your belt, Daddy?" I gasp out hastily.
"Sure you'd rather not have twenty? Tell me what you'd really like now, Boy."
"I'm positive, thank you Daddy. I'd really like ten whacks with your belt, Daddy."
"Oh, well now, then I wouldn't dream of disappointing you!"
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Daddy allows me a few seconds pause between each of the first four agonising whacks of his belt across my naked butt as he walks round to the other side of the bed and gives me four backhanded. I think he must be very good at the backhand in tennis.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
I squirm, yell and buck, but don't plead for mercy - I may need to do that later.
Those last two were hard and fast and the word just slipped out.
Daddy chuckled that wicked chuckle again. "You said 'fuck' Boy - and you know what you get for saying 'fuck', dontcha? Yeah! I'll teach you not to say 'fuck' when I'm strapping your bare ass!"
Just my stupid luck to say 'fuck' when he had his belt in his hand!
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
"Are you learning your lesson, Boy?"
"Yes Daddy ...owww!!!"
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
The ten punishment whacks came down hard and fast. By the end I am yelling and bucking nonstop and I can hardly breathe, and Daddy has been holding me down with one hand for most of it to stop me getting off the bed. I am as close to tears as I've ever been, and I don't think it's over yet.
I look up at Daddy as he stands back to admire his handiwork. He sighs in satisfaction. "Now you're not gonna say 'fuck' again, are you Boy? Next time it'll be double strokes!" he says. "Now that's looking like a good job! Cherry red - your favorite color, Boy!" He leans forward and gently pats, caresses and strokes my sore bottom.
I hold my breath, 'but' what?
"... but I said beet red, and I meant it! Now, we had ten with the belt - not counting the extra strokes for saying 'fuck', so I think you need another ten with each of the two razor straps and the tawse," says Daddy, contemplatively, "and the same with the whip. That'll just leave the cane, then, won't it, Bad Boy?"
Oh my! Surely he doesn't mean to give me ten with the cane, too? Or will he let me off after the tawse and whip - surely my butt is already blistered enough? My courage fails me completely. My butt is as sore as it's ever been, and I don't think I can take any more. I start to beg for mercy - though I know it'll just make things worse.
"Please, Daddy, I've been punished enough, Daddy. I'll be a good boy, I promise. I've had an extra special punishment, and you've used your big black belt, just like I asked you to, please don't punish my poor bare butt any more, Daddy! I'm really, really sore!"
It does make things worse.