July 4th, 2019 ? Bad boy needs a spanking
This morning I got a call from my bad boy. He told me he's been bad lately and deserved a spanking. An hour later and he was headed my way.
When he first arrived he came into the house and gave me a passionate kiss, gave me a big hug, and whispered in my ear, ?I've been such a bad boy , I know you're going to punish me.? We embraced for a few minutes, kissed a few more times, and then I told him he's going to have to be spanked.
I sat down on the couch and he leaned across my lap. He had thin tight jeans on. I told him this was going to hurt me more than it was going to hurt him, of course I was lying. I gave him a hard swat on the butt with my bare hand. He yelped and squirmed around on my lap.
For the next 10 or 15 minutes I continue to alternate between spanking him and caressing his ass. Occasionally reaching between his legs and pushing on the growing bulge that was pressing against my lap.
Sometimes I would rub or scratch his back, telling him how much I wished he would behave and that this would not be necessary. But then he would tell me, ?I?m sorry Daddy, I just don?t seem to learn lessons from my bad decisions.? When I would hear this, I would grab a handful of his hair with my left hand while spanking his ass with my right. With each smack he would squirm more and more.
He leaned up and straddled my legs, sitting on my lap, sitting on my crotch, hugged me tight and whispered in my ear how sorry he was for being such a bad bad boy. I told him I forgave him for being so bad? but he still had to be punished. He said he knew I was punishing him because I cared so much, as he kissed me tenderly on the lips. But then the kiss changed and his tongue started to explore my mouth. My tongue met his as we explored together.
I told him he needed to be spanked some more, and that the only way he would remember his punishment was if it was on his bare skin. I told him to take his pants and shirt off and assume the position again.
He stood up and took his shirt and pants off leaving only g-string underwear. His cock was covered, only a strap was going up the crack of his ass. His ass cheeks were fully exposed to me now. I put my left hand on the back of his neck and used my right hand to smack his bare ass. He was begging and pleading for me to stop, but at the same time wriggling on my lap. I could feel his cock growing harder and harder with each smack.
He climbed back up onto my lap and started kissing me again. This time he was grinding his cock into the front of my pants. It was obvious my cock was hard too. I reached down and started to play with his cock in his G string. He leaned forward and whispered in my ear that he would try to be a better boy. In this position I was able to take both of my hands and smack both of his ass cheek simultaneously. He leaned against my chest, hugged me tight, as I repeatedly smacked his ass cheeks.
His voice was quivering, almost to the point of crying. I stopped smacking his ass and rubbed my hands through his hair. Comforting him. Reminding him that I only was doing this so he would become a better boy. I told him to assume the position again.
I paddled him hard with my hand. I locked my leg around his leg so that he couldn't get away. He was truly struggling at this point. He was trying to get away from me. My legs were locked on to him too tightly, he wasn?t going anywhere. Then I grabbed a leather paddle that was hidden in the cushions of the couch. He didn't know it was coming. I gave him five hard smacks on each cheek with the rough leather paddle. He started crying. My cock twitched.
I laid the leather paddle down and started to caress his ass. It's important to caress and squeeze the skin so that it does not bruise. As I continued to caress his butt cheeks, I let my finger linger in between his ass cheeks. My finger found his puckered hole and I started to play with it. He pushed back against me as my finger slid in to the first knuckle and then the second.
I pulled my finger from his ass and stuffed it in his mouth and told him to wet my finger. Now that it was lubricated I returned it to his hole and dove in a bit deeper. He was wiggling on my lap even more, but this time and pleasure not in pain.
I withdrew my finger and smacked his ass a few more times. And I pulled him up onto my lap again and whispered in his ear, ?I know you are going to try harder to be daddy's good boy.? He had tears coming down his face as he told me that he would be a good boy. I asked him if he had learned his lesson and he promised he had.
I told him that we needed to go upstairs so he could be rewarded for learning a lesson. He eagerly jumped off my lap and followed me up the steps.
When we got upstairs I kissed him hard and passionately. We were standing at the edge of the bed. I was wearing only my pants, and he had nothing on but his g-string. I grabbed him by the hair and threw him down on the bed. He landed face down on the bed, with his ass up in the air. I smacked it once or twice but then reminded him I was here to reward him, that the punishment was over.
I leaned forward and couldn't resist but shoving my tongue in his ass. His chest was pinned to the bed, he was on his knees with his ass held high. He reached back with both hands and pulled his ass cheeks apart as I dove in with my tongue. He started moaning and screaming loud enough that I was glad the windows were closed.
"Yea Daddy, fuck yea Daddy, eat your boy's hole. I promise I will be a good boy."
While eating his ass I would occasionally lean back and smack his ass once or twice. Then I would start eating his ass again. I reached between his legs and grabbed his cock and freed it from the g-string. Using his cock like a gear shift on a manual car, I pulled him back onto my face even harder. He continued screaming, "Fuck yes Daddy, oh my God, I love it Daddy. You're making me feel so good. Oh yea Daddy."
I started paddling his ass hard. He struggled to get away. I grabbed his legs and pulled him back to me and spanked him some more. I heard an evil laugh come from my mouth. I could hear from the intensity of his crying that I was reaching a limit. But I was enjoying this so much.
I eased off for a moment, continuing to eat his hole. I started fingering his hole again. His ass was nice and red. I snapped a couple quick pictures of his glistening hole and his red ass cheeks. I climbed up on the bed with him and pinned him to the bed with my weight across his back. I began repeatedly smacking his ass hard. And then I heard it. "OUCH!"
That's a word he never uses as we play. I knew I had pushed him past his limit. I immediately stopped. I dropped my daddy persona for just a moment and questioned him, ?That was a real ouch wasn't it?? He laughed and said yes. I acknowledged it and we both chuckled. I had pushed too far.
We rolled around in bed for a few minutes, embracing each other, hugging and kissing. Then he said, ?Daddy I'm not sure how much more spanking I can take today.? On one hand he was still in character, but on the other hand he was telling me he had reached his limit. And I do respect limits.
I told him to center himself on the bed, I climbed up on top of him as we continued to kiss. He pulled his g-string off as I explored his mouth with my tongue. I got out of bed and put restraints on his wrists and ankles, connecting them to the four ropes on the corners of the bed. I grabbed a ball gag and stuffed it in his mouth and wrap the cord around the back of his head. Then I slid a blindfold over his eyes.
His cock was hard. I slid between his legs and started to suck his cock for a moment or two. Then I climbed in bed next to him and started stroking his hard cock that was wet with my spit. Even though he had the ball gag in his mouth, I kissed him through the ball gag. I licked his armpits, and chewed on his nipples as he thrashed around in bed. Through the ball gag I could hear him begging, ?Oh Daddy, Oh Daddy, you make me feel so good.?
I pulled the ball gag out of his mouth and kissed him hard. Then I leaned down and suck this cock again. I climbed between his legs and tied his cock and balls up with soft rope. Using my hand I rubbed the underside of his cock. He was screaming and begging to let him orgasm. He was almost in tears. I teased his cock for a while then pulled the soft rope off his cock and balls.
?Daddy I want to come so bad.?
I just laughed at him and said, ?poor baby.?
I climbed up and started nibbling on his nipples and licking his armpits again. I kissed him hard as I continued stroking his cock.
Then something strange happened. His cock went soft. I dropped out of character I asked him if everything was okay. He said his arms and legs were getting a little numb. So I immediately released him from the restraints.
At this point things kind of went downhill. We made out for a while, and tried to get his hard-on back, but it just didn't happen. I had pushed him a little too far today, I had paddled him a little too hard, I had kept him tied up a bit too long.
I didn't even want my cock sucked or to get off, because I had another boy coming later in the afternoon and I wanted to save my orgasm for boy number two.
Neither of us were going to orgasm, so we just cuddled in bed for a while and then called it a day.
I wonder if I'm getting too rough with my boys?
Maybe I need to calm down a bit.
Then again, maybe not.