A 22 yo college student receives a blistering but stimulating spanking from his angry father for getting bad grades at school.
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My Final Spanking
by BrianP
The final spanking I ever received by my father was the most humiliating and most painful of all the punishments I received growing up. Although every punishment I received was in the nude, nothing compares to being punished in the nude at 22 years of age.
I was in my final semester of college and had begun to loose some focus on my courses; however I maintained a good standing in all my classes except for economics. The professor was terrible and the tests were nothing like what was taught.
I was home for spring break after mid term exams and thought it would be an excellent time to catch back up on school and refocus for my Econ class. I knew I didn't do well on my mid term exam and needed to pull the grade up in order to graduate.
I was in my room, leaning back on my bed reviewing some notes when suddenly my father stormed through the bedroom door, slamming it shut behind him. "What the hell have you been doing in school?" he yelled at me.
"What do you mean?" I stammered out as I pushed myself further upright and against the headboard.
"This is what I mean!" he yelled as he threw my mid term grades at me, hitting me in the chest. I picked the paper up and saw I had a D in Economics. I needed at least a C to graduate. "What the hell do you have to say for yourself?"
I sat on my bed, not knowing that to say except, "I'm studying for that class now. I'll pull the grade up."
Coming toward me, my father said, "I'm going to make sure you do pull that grade up." And with that he grabbed me by the front of my shirt, pulling me down from the headboard and pushing me into the bed with one hand, while he began to unbuckle my belt with his left hand.
I started to try to twist my body away while yelling "Stop it"! My father let go of my shirt and put his right hand around my neck, squeezing and pushing down. I couldn't breathe as he began to unbutton and unzip my jeans. I was still struggling as he pushed my jeans and boxers down to my thighs. I was on my back, exposed to my father. I felt helpless with him holding me down with my 4" cock lying on my thigh.
With his left hand, he encased my cock and balls around the base while letting go of my neck with his right hand. "Get up!" he barked as he was pulling me to my feet by my cock and balls. Not knowing what else to do, I pushed myself up. As I began to stand, my jeans and boxers fell to my feet. I was standing in front of my father, naked from the waist down while he was holding my manhood. I was scared and humiliated standing in front of my father.
In an almost single motion, he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me down and over his lap, guiding me by my balls. His grip on me was so tight I didn't struggle and as I went over his lap I realized I was shaking in fright. I hadn't been spanked since I was 18 and I don't think I had ever seen him this angry. "Please don't," I whimpered out as he pushed my t-shirt half way up my back with his right hand. I couldn't believe this was happening as a tear rolled down my cheek.
"You should have thought about that before doing so poorly in school," was his reply to my plea, followed by a tighter squeeze to my manhood. I began to weep more, knowing he intended to blister my ass. I involuntarily clenched my ass as he began the barrage on my smooth, hairless ass. CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK! Over and over he struck my ass with his hand. All I could do was kick my legs and feet in response. His vice like grip on my cock and balls prevented me from squirming in his lap.
Strike after strike, I felt my ass becoming hotter and hotter. My father fell into a rhythm of spanking each cheek as well as my tender hole that would occasionally pucker open. The more it hurt, the more I thrashed my legs. Soon my jeans and boxers were completely off of my legs and I began to buck against my fathers grip. Tears were streaming down my face as I realized my dick was starting to get hard. "Oh God, not again," I thought as I felt myself begin to stir. Whenever I was punished from the time I was 15 on, I'd become hard and eventually cum. At 22 years old, I didn't want to have an erection in front of my father, let alone cum in front of him. The harder I became, the more ashamed I felt.
Feeling my erection, my father seemed to tighten his grip around the base of my cock and balls which felt so good now I almost forgot I was being spanked for a moment. CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK!
The tip of my full 7 inch dick was now rubbing against my father's leg with each blow to my ass. Again and again he hit my ass with his bare hand while never relinquishing his grip on me. And as quickly as he began, he stopped. I lay across his lap, sweating and breathing deeply. I could feel the heat of my ass radiating outward. My father released my cock and balls and ordered me to stand up. I slowly peeled myself off of his lap to stand, my t-shirt falling down, but no where near low enough to offer any protection to my raging dick. "Get that shirt off and lay on the bed," I was ordered.
Never seeing my father so mad, I quickly did as I was told as a young child would. After removing my shirt, I moved to the bed, my hard dick bobbed slightly and I noticed it was glistening with pre-cum. A wave of shame seemed to wash over me as I realized I was pre-cumming in my father's grasp over his lap. I lay down and buried my face into a pillow as I heard my father's belt being pulled from his belt loops.
"Spread those legs and keep your hands off your ass!" I was commanded. And with that single sentence, the remainder of my punishment began. SWISH CRACK! Over and over my father brought the belt down on my blistering ass. As the belt hit me, my whole body would jerk up as my dick thrust forward. SWISH CRACK! Over and over the belt rained down on my tender ass as my hands dug into the bed as my body would go rigid as the searing pain spread through my body.
Within minutes I was begging for my father to stop and making promises of good behavior. My cries of pain and pleading fell on deaf ears as he continued his assault on my flaming ass. Although my dick remained rock hard, the pain to my ass was unbearable. In a single move, I grabbed my ass and rolled onto my back trying to get off the bed just as the belt came down. "Agggggggghhhhhhh!!!" I screamed! The belt came down and struck the front of my thighs and balls. 'Oh God, my balls!' My breath escaped me as if I was hit in the gut and the pain coursed through my body as I lay on my back, writhing in pain. Each movement caused my ass to brush against the bed which hurt as much as my aching balls.
"Get your ass where I can see it!" my father demanded. I couldn't move with my breath knocked out of me, let alone the pain throughout my body. Enraged that I didn't move, my father exclaimed "This is why you are doing badly in school; you can't follow directions," as he grabbed my right shoulder and began to force me onto my stomach. I couldn't believe he'd continue to whip me and begged him to stop, which resulted in several slaps to my ass with his hand. I reached back to cover my ass as I was pleading for him to stop.
My father walked to the other side of the bed where my pants had fallen and took the belt from my jeans. "Please don't whip me anymore. Please," I whimpered as I still covered my ass. He grabbed my wrist and pulled my arm above my head while reaching for my other wrist and pulling it above my head also. Then he wrapped my belt around both wrists, then around the bed post. I was tied to the bed and wouldn't be able to escape. As my father stood and picked up his thick leather belt again, I begged "please don't, please don't" while squirming my hips. SWISH CRACK!
The pain seared through my body. I jerked against my restraints but was bound to tightly to break away. SWISH CRACK, SWISH CRACK! The belt continued its barrage against my flaming flesh. My tears were spent and I was covered in sweat. I could feel sweat running down my back and the hair in my asshole was soaked. SWISH CRACK! I thrust forward, my engorged dick plunging into the mattress. The pain was excruciating but my cock was feeling pleasure. I could feel myself reaching the point of orgasm. I tried not to move with every strike, but my body betrayed me. "Please daddy stop. Please..." I begged while trying in vain to not move against the bed.
My father's pace quickened with the strikes to my ass. I pulled against the restraints and bucked my hips as if I was fucking the bed, clenching and unclenching my ass. SWISH CRACK! 'Oh God, I'm about to cum' I thought. "Noooooo....stooooop!" I yelled! SWISH CRACK, SWISH CRACK! "Please, I'm gonna cum! Aghh!" SWISH CRACK! My father continued belting me and I continued to hump my bed for the next five hits.
"Ooohhhh God! Oooohhhhh! Ahhhhhhh!" I moaned in pleasure as my cock shot load after load of my cum. My father stopped his barrage on my ass as I continued to gyrate against my bed, clenching and unclenching my ass. "Ohhhhhhh....ooohhhh," I moaned as my dick shot its final load of cum from my balls.
For the next five minutes I laid there bound and slowly grinding my cock against the bed. I felt my cum beneath me against my stomach as I was slowly moving my hips while my father stood to my side watching me. I felt completely humiliated laying there bound to my bed with no clothes on, having been whipped into cumming before my father. As he roughly began to unfasten the belt binding my wrists, he lectured me on improving all of my grades otherwise he would do this again to my ass.
Once my wrists were free he ordered me to get off the bed. My aching body slowly complied. My dick had returned to its flaccid 4 inches and dripped cum from its tip as I stood. Standing naked in front of my father at 22 years of age with the hairs of my stomach and bush plastered with my cum has been the most humiliating experience of my life.
My father reached forward and grabbed by cock and balls again. Pulling me toward him, I grimaced and let out a soft moan as he manhandled me. My balls were still aching from the strike of the belt and the feeling of complete emptiness after releasing my load. "Clean up this room and yourself, and I don't want to see you without a book in your hands until you go back to school. Got it?" he said as he gave my balls a final squeeze.
"Yes sir," I replied with my head hanging low. He released my cock and balls and left my room. I took a shower, put on some loose boxers, and cleaned my room before returning to studying. I succeeded in pulling my economics grade up to a C and graduated. This was the final spanking I received from my father. To this day I can recall the bruises that remained on my ass for two weeks, the searing pain my body endured, and the complete humiliation I felt at being stripped bare by my father and punished at 22.
BrianP