When I was a child my parents would spank me ruthlessly. Anytime I displeased them, especially my father, they’d call me to a room, make me bend over and proceed to spank my ass.
My father was especially notorious for it, spanking us no matter how minor the offense. He was a child in regulating his emotions but nothing anyone ever said could get through to him. He believed himself righteous and so he’s never changed.
One day, after my report from school had shown I’m failing each and every one of my classes he felt the need to discipline me, despite never having finished school himself, and even to this day struggling with elementary level math, but I digress.
He had sat somberly in his living room with a few of his sisters with whom he was contemplating my punishment and they were all in agreement despite the rarity of my pleasant mood that I need to get my ass SPANKED.
He called me to his room and though tears were already starting well in my eyes there was something hot which washed over me, a little voice appearing in the back of my head, whispering to me,
“If he’s gonna spank me over anything then I may as well ENJOY it!”
So with that in mind, as soon as he struck my ass the first time I grunted in shock and pain, but remembering my the words of that whispering I anticipated the second strike and this time instead of helping in pain I groaned, loudly, in pleasure.
My father is a very traditional Christian man, so when he heard my pleasurable sound he was taken aback with what he heard, and even more so when he saw me arch my back and lean my ass toward him.
“Again, daddy.”
“Stop that! What are you doing! Stop it now!”
Haha, my father was a simple man.
He struck me again to make me stop but it only made me want him more.
“Fuck, do it again, daddy, just like that. I’m such a bad boy, I need daddy to spank my ass straight.”
This time I was rocking my body back in forth, aching for more.
“Are you gay! Stop being gay now! This is not how I raised you!”
I wiggled my ass at him as he struck me another blow.
“More, daddy! Please!”
The more pain that shot through my body I louder I screamed in pleasure.
He only got angrier and struck me harder, my cock responded with its own passion.
By this point I was groaning like a bitch in heat at his feet, giving him complete control of my ass just how daddy wanted it.
He continued striking me in complete bewilderment that any child could be enjoying getting their ass SPANKED.
When I finally had enough and tears were streaming down my face despite my audible pleasure, I brought my chest down to the floor, reached down for my cock and began stroking myself as he struck me with his thick, Mexican belt.
Upon seeing this he tossed his belt to the side in madness and with great force he flipped my back ready to beat with me with closed fists. I was still stroking me cock, only now I was stroking it harder and faster with a sick look of pleasure masking my face.
“BEAT ME DADDY! BEAT THE FUCK OUT OF ME!”
He was at a complete lost as to what he should do.
“GET OUT! GET OUT NOW! GO!”
With a flamboyant groan I pick myself up head to my room, walking by everyone, my aunts, my cousins and my brother, knowing they’ve heard every second of what just happened.
Anytime daddy got upset after that at the first sign of anger, no matter who was around or where we were, I would lean forward, presenting my ass to him and say,
“Yes, daddy?”
To which he’d respond with confused silence.
Eventually, I went back to my mother.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jas4xa/spanked_by_daddy_mm_punishment