Weekend with Dad
|by Y Lee Coyote|
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"That's great Tom; I'll expect you here about seven for the weekend. Everything OK at school?" he said, immediately shifting into his role playing.
And I responded to this with both a swelling in my pants and verbally.
"Copacetic, Pop, just copacetic." Then we both hung up.
one more thing to do to setup for tonight. I opened my attache
and found the diskette I had optimistically prepared last night and
it into my PC. Then I dialed up my private ISP (bypassing the
own server), logged on and opened my mail program. I quickly
the prepared file into a new message and sent it to Roger's personal
I then put the disk away, deleted the sent message and emptied the
It would not do to let the company snoops be able to see what I had
Roger would get it when he checked his e-mail when he got home.
cock stirred again in my suit in a very nonprofessional way as I though
about what we would do later.
I let myself into Pop's place (my home for the weekend), dropped my pack in the hall, threw my jacket at the hall chair, parked my ass in front of the MTV and yelled "Hi, Pop, I'm home; when's dinner?"
A few minutes later Roger, err... Dad walked into the room and flipped off the TV. Before I could start whining, Dad said: "Let's go, Tommy." Then as soon as we got into the hall, he was on my case about my jacket and pack being on the floor rather than in the closet. 'Oh, shit', I thought, 'it's going to be one of thoseweekends.' Of course, the real me was still smiling in great expectation.
Dad immediately sat down on the hall chair and quickly pulled me across his lap. He then gave me ten hard spanks with his big hand on my seat. Because it was over my jeans it really did not hurt but I knew I was in for it this weekend. Dad was not allowing me any slack at all. I put my pack in the closet where it belonged and we went to Dad's car. After a few minutes of driving, Dad turned the car onto a residential street and stopped. One brief toot on the horn and this 'kid' runs out. "Tom", Dad said, "CousinDavy will be with us until his parents return tomorrow evening."
Davy got into the rear of the car looking like a teacher's wuss pet in his preppie clothes including a TIE! All he had to was swap his warm-up jacket for his blazer and he would be dressed for his fancy-smancy prep school. "Good evening, Uncle Roger. My parents told me to express their best wishes and their thanks for your looking after me. Hi, Cousin Thomas." Dad hadn't told me about this; I wondered what he was planning.
Dad took us to a small neighborhood restaurant where we were strangers and could easily pass as a man with his kids. When Dad ordered a glass of wine I chimed in with "Make that two, please." That got me a serious frown from Dad and he got a quizzical look from the waiter. "Just kidding;" I said, hoping to pacify Dad and continued: "I'll have pineapple juice, please." Dad didn't say anything about that but I did not think he was going to forget it either. He never does forget. We chatted pleasantly throughout dinner and Dad asked me about school three fuckin' times. Of course, I told him that all was well; great in fact. Davy, the show-off nerd, boasted of getting all A's and had brought along a letter of commendation from his dean.
When we got home Dad took us both to the den and handed me a printout of an e-mail. It was a letter from the 'vice-principal' to Dad telling him that I had two unexplained absences and was in danger of failing history. "As I recall, Thomas, we discussed this a month ago and you made some promises. What do you have to say for yourself, young man?"
'Oh shit!' I thought; 'I'm going to get it and Davy is going to get to watch the show.' "Dad, could we do this in private, please?"
"This IS private, son. Davy is family. He is your first cousin and close as a brother to you. Now answer my question." Anticipation had caused Davy to be wearing a grin that would put the Cheshire Cat to shame.
I thought back to the time Dad had referred to. In exchange for not being grounded I had promised to work harder and not to skip school and, obviously, I had not done so. Worse, I was caught! Past experience had taught me that the less I said the better, so I just said "Nothing, Dad" in the meek voice of a guilty and trapped boy.
"First, son, until you catch up in history you're grounded! I've already spoken to your mother and she agreed. Second, for playing hooky -- twice -- you're going to get spanked -- twice -- tonight and tomorrow." I started to interrupt to complain that I was too old to be spanked but Dad just held up his hand in an unmistakable sign to shut the fuck up -- now! "As long as you act like a irresponsible little boy, you will be spanked like one. Finally, for lying like a little boy about how you were doing in school you are going to look like a little boy again. Hopefully, growing up again will help you learn to act like a responsible young man." I knew better than to open my mouth; when Dad is like that, anything I say would be wrong. I just stood there staring at the floor, waiting for Dad to act.
Dad walked over, sat on the couch and pulled me to his side. As he undid my belt and jeans he asked if I understood why I was about to be spanked. I nodded, grimly. He pulled down my jeans then my briefs. I was exposed totally. I wished that we were alone. Dad had done this to me with others around in the past and it is ever so more embarrassing. Of course, with 13 year old Davy, who is still inmiddle school, it was mortifying. Dad then gently, but very firmly, pulled me over his lap. Resistance earns extra strokes with the belt so I'm careful never to resist. Seconds later Dad's big hand came was caressing my upturned bare bottom. Then that hand rose and came crashing down -- fast and hard -- right in the center of my butt. SPANK OUCH! It hurt and I had to yelp but I resolved not to cry in front of Davy. Twelve minutes and a thousand (well, it seemed like it) spanks later my butt was on fire and I was beginning to lose my resolve not to cry when Dad stopped hitting my red hot butt. I thought that it was over (at least for tonight) when Dad told Davy to get him the PADDLE. I never saw Davy move that fast before.
Moments later the paddle was in Dad's hand and resting on my already burning buns. Dad raised it up and brought it crashing down on me causing me to howl with renewed vigor. And then, after five heavy whacks I crumbled and started to cry. By the time Dad stopped, I was no longer concerned with my macho image, but only with my painful bottom and I was fully bawling like a ten year old sissy crybaby. Dad held me tightly for a few minutes trying to comfort me before parking me in the corner. Then he and Davy watched some TV. I'm sure that they spent a lot of time watching my hot red ass also.
Dad killed the TV and we all went off to shower. Davy and I took a shower together while Dad used his own. Davy had grown since the last time I had seen him. He now sported the a nice, but small, bush and a man-sized sword. I guess that the days of taunting him about being hairless are just about over; but not quite. I still had a big bushy growth of hair and boasted of it to him. Davy, of course, razzed me about my spanking, hot red butt and crying like a wee little kid. Worse, he even told me that old saw: "Pride goeth before a fall" with a big shit-eating grin. I wondered what he knew or thought he knew.
I soon found out. Dad called us into his room and asked me if I knew the difference between a man and a boy. Then he explained that he was very, very disappointed at the way I had behaved -- lying about school like a little boy rather than facing up to it like a responsible young man should. The tag line was that since I acted like a little boy I should look like one! He had me lie down on his bed and asked Davy to get his hair clipper from the dresser. Davy was very responsive and was back in two shakes of a lamb's tail. Then he asked so every sweetly: "Please, Uncle Roger, may I do it?". Oh no, it was still another horror about to happen. I prayed silently that Dad would say no. But my prayers were not answered as I wished for Dad said: "Sure, just be careful, Davy."
"Yes sir, Uncle Roger." the traitor replied happily as he advanced to my crotch waving the insatiable clippers. He was having his own sweet revenge while helping Dad punish me for lying. Buzz! went the clippers and Davy moved them carefully over my pubes. Admittedly, the vibrations felt real good and my shaft responded even though my thick, long pubic hairs were being sheared off at their bases turning me back into a little boy. Davy even managed to use the clipper as a vibrator to insure that I had a hardon as he did the terrible deed. Of course, he griped my rod so that he could kept it out of the way of the hungry clippers. What had taken years to grow into a great thicket was quickly clear-cut in just a few brief minutes into just inconsequential stubble. My shaft looked like the lone tree that survived the storm. It betrayed me by standing tall and proud.
When Davy finally turned off the awful tool, Dad got a small plastic bag and he put the cuttings into it. Then he handed the bag to Davy and said: "Here's a souvenir for you." Davy beamed as he took the bag. Now not only didn't I have my manly bush, but Davy had it as well as his own. I was sure that I was going to regret teasing him about not having pubes.
Dad then dropped a hot wash cloth on to my clipped pubes and after a few minutes replaced it with shaving cream. It was real nice and warm but it meant that I would be hairless for a long time. Dad spent but five minutes with a razor and my once hairy pubes were now as smooth and bare as the proverbial baby's butt. Then Dad gave me another lecture and sent the two of us off to bed. "Good night, Uncle Roger." said Davy and then "Come along little boy." to me. And feeling just like a docile, punished naughty little boy -- bare, smooth pubes and a hot red behind -- I went meekly along with Davy pulling me with one hand and clutching his trophy in the other. I'll let you guess what he was pulling me by.
Although, if truth be known, deep inside I knew that Davy had a trophy in each hand. After what had happened, Davy would have everything his way this night. I felt like a ten year boy with his older cousin who was the leader. Suddenly I realized why. Déjà vu had struck, for when I was really a boy and visiting my Uncle's house I had been naughty and had gotten well spanked for it. Then my older cousin took me to his bed rather than mine. That was a very happy night. I hoped that the coming night would be as sweet.
Once in bed Dave wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tight. I could also feel his hard rod pressing against my hot butt as he held me so very close. He let his hand roam down to my bare crotch and gripped me there. Then he said: "Timmy, you are such a naughty little boy. When are you going to learn to be good so your Daddy doesn't have to spank you? I'll bet your little buns really hurt now, don't they? And you still need to cry." With that he turned me around to face him and slapped each of my sensitive already red-hot cheeks. I started to cry again as he comforted me. A few minutes latter I was quiet having found my 'pacifier'. As I sucked Dave's hard rod, my nose got ticked by his bush. My problems with Dad and school faded from my mind as I happily sucked my big cousin until he exploded into my mouth. It tasted so yummy that I kept sucking in the hope that there would be more but that was not going to be the case this night.
Dave had other ideas. He pulled me off his drained rod and pulled me up so that he could give me a long hard French kiss accompanied by a great bear hug. His hand then went down to my still hot butt and he started to play with it. I loved how he caressed it and then started to play with the little rose bud in the middle. Soon he had me on my tummy and was letting his once again hard rod replace the finger tickling my anxious hole. After a squirt of lube I felt him press forward. I let myself surrender and he thrust deep into my receptive hole. As he did this my own rod strained between the sheet and my tummy but I could not touch it as he was holding my wrists. Repeatedly, he drove his hard shaft deep into my guts and pulled it out again. With each stroke he struck my prostate and drove me wild. I exploded making a mess beneath myself before Dave shot again this time filling my guts with another of his large loads.
He kissed my nape and rolled off to lie beside me. With one
his arms about me we slipped happily into dreamland with my hot tush