Finding Out Dad Is Spanked Ch 01

By Leslie Jones

[This story deals with bodily functions, and involves significant discipline. There are references to wearing soiled underwear. If any of this offends you, please read no further. All characters are over 18.]

I'd always suspected that my mother spanked my father. This does sound strange, I admit, but perhaps it fits in with my brother, sister, and I all being disciplined by my mother. It usually occurred once a week. She would have us report to her in the family room.

The tip-off should have been that Dad was never there. Mom merely mentioned that he had asked her to take care of this. She did--every week. She spanked all three of us after going over what we had done wrong that week. We three always saw each other spanked.

She started the spankings when we got to high school and had turned 18. My sister Susie was now 181/2, I was just about 20, and my brother Harold was 22. Harold and I still lived at home to save money, although we were attending college in our home town.

It was embarrassing. My brother tended to get erections by the time he was over Mom's lap. My sister and I didn't especially like his seeing us get spanked on our bare bottoms. She didn't excuse us when we were on our periods either. So, he got to see us bare below the waist and our strings hanging between our legs.

She didn't start having these spanking sessions until we were in high school so I guess she figured this was when we were likely to get into trouble of a major kind. It didn't end when we graduated and started college.

I didn't hate her for it; in fact, going over her lap was a turn-on. I suppose I had some kinky interests even then. When I joined a sorority and got paddled, and then did the paddling, I was ready for that.

Mom had some close friends who had kids our age. I don't know if any of them were spanked at home, but I figured they didn't want anyone outside their home to know just like we didn't. If their parents did spank them, I have a feeling Mom knew about it and thus some of her friends knew about us. Given how people now react to even kids over 18 being spanked at home, I can see why no one talked about this.

I heard noises from our parents' bedroom one night. Mom was telling Dad that he hadn't taken care of something he must have promised to get done. I heard her tell him to get his pants and underpants down. Then he must have gotten across her lap, just like we did.

The sounds of her hand spanking his bottom were not very loud. I could tell, though, when she started using her hairbrush, which was what she did with us. I could also hear him groaning and almost crying out. Oh hell, he was crying out.

I felt sorry for him. It was bad enough that we three got spanked by our mother. But for him to be spanked by her was shameful. I loved Dad; I even loved Mom, but not as much. She had a mean streak. I knew she got off on spanking us, and she must have really gotten hot and wet spanking her husband.

When I graduated from high school, Dad took me out to lunch one day. I decided that it was now or never with regard to popping the spanking question, so I did it. He gave me a funny look and said, "I'll come clean with you, but only because she spanks you, too."

He admitted that he let her spank him.

I asked if he had ever thought about not letting her. Didn't he think it was wrong, shameful, or embarrassing?

"The funny thing is," he answered me slowly, "she really did spank me when I screwed up on things I had told her I would do."

"Didn't she ever screw up?" I asked with a grin.

"Your mother is quite the perfectionist," he responded, "as I would imagine you are well aware."

"Is she as ceremonial when she spanks you as she is when we get it every week?" I continued, figuring I might never have another chance to ask him these questions. I also decided that he had come clean with me because he and I had a really good friendship, beyond my being the middle child who knew better than the others how to get along with the parentals. Not that it got me out of any spankings.

He then answered my question. "She has a chair at her dressing table that she always sits in when she is going to spank me," he began. "She used to tell me to take down my pants, but recently, she has started doing that, probably to humiliate me a bit more. She starts with her hand and then uses her hairbrush like I gather she does with you and your brother and sister."

"Aren't you put off by your wife's spanking you like you were a kid like us? I asked.

"Not so much," he answered me. "I was spanked at home by my stepmother when I was your age and your mother knows about that. I actually got used to being spanked by Gloria, my stepmother. She was a single parent after my father died. He was older than she was."

I thought about his stepmother. We still saw her, but not all that often since she had remarried. I figured that Dad had been lured into submitting to her because she gave him a free show. She always wore short skirts when we saw her.

"I hope this doesn't offend you, Dad," I said coolly, "but you were turned on by Gloria. So, you were willing to submit to her spanking you."

"You may be right," he conceded. "She would tease me when she spanked me. When I was over her lap, she usually closed her stockinged thighs on my stiff penis, and she knew that that aroused me, which it did."

"I figured that she did something like that," I said, "which may be why Harold, Susie, and I didn't like her a whole lot. She wanted to get us over her lap but I do appreciate it that Mom wouldn't let them happen, even though Mom was spanking us by then."

I was afraid to ask him if she had ever gone to bed with him, because that really would have been going too far. I don't think it would be out of the realm of possibility, though.

"So, Mom knew that Gloria had spanked you?" I asked. "Did she tell Mom?"

"No," he answered, "Gloria never told her. I did. When Mom said she wanted to discipline me because I kept not doing what I'd said I would do, I admitted that Gloria had spanked me for the exact same reason. I didn't say that both of them definitely like to spank."

"This may be out of line," I went on, daringly, "but I have this feeling that you and I get into our beds after she spanks each of us and well, you know what I mean about our pleasuring ourselves."

"You're right, darling," he grinned. "I'll admit that much but I shouldn't go any further."

"That's o.k., Dad," I smiled. "That's all I need to know, and I won't tell anyone, either. However, I wish I had someone to go to bed with after she spanks me."

Dad laughed. "I have a lot of confidence in you," he said. "I won't ask if you're still a virgin, but I know you're a very popular girl at high school and I would expect you also are popular at college now."

My face was getting red. "I didn't mean to embarrass you," he went on, "but since I've been so open with you, I just thought about your situation."

"I don't like being spanked, Dad," I said very clearly. "I don't like her pulling down my panties and I don't get off anymore on seeing Harold's erections when we all get spanked. Frankly, I think I'm way too old to be spanked anymore."

"Leslie," he said, "there's a reason I will talk to you like this. I think when you get the chance, you will spank. You'll probably join a sorority soon, and I bet you may even be able to spank your boy friends."

"Can I ask when Mom first spanked you?" I responded, happily changing the focus. "I have a feeling it's gone on for a long time."

"You're right, as usual," he laughed. "She started when I was late picking her up for a date when we were in our late 20's."

"Would you tell me about that?" I asked with a wide grin on my face.

"I arrived late, and we would definitely be late for the party we were going to," he began. "No one else was home at her house, and she took me into the living room and told me to take down my pants. Then she put her thumbs in the waistband and pulled my Jockey shorts down. Before I knew it, I was over her lap and she was whacking me with her hand, and soon, her hairbrush."

"I guess that this does turn me on a little," he concluded.

"Dad, I think it turns you on a little more than that," I speculated.

"Yes, it has always turned me on, even though my backside is as sore as yours is after you get it from her," he said plainly.

"I'm not going to ask you about bedroom stuff, you know what I mean," I continued, "but does she dominate you in any other way, Dad? I know this may be even more embarrassing than admitting you get spanked by her, but I just would like to know how far this goes."

"As I indicated," he replied, "I'm not going into what happens in bed after she spanks me or at any other time. But this is embarrassing--there's something else she does that I'll admit, even though you my think less of me."

"I promise I won't whatever it is, short of murder or rape," I responded.

"No," he smiled, "but it's not that, either one. Sometimes, though, she asks me to come to the bathroom with her, you know, the bathroom we have attached to our bedroom."

"She wants you to watch her on the toilet?" I asked, wondering what he would now say. I was getting wet, very wet, just thinking about this.

"It's more than that," he smiled. "She has me lie in the bathtub on my back, naked. Then she squats over me."

"Wow, Dad," I exclaimed, but quietly, "she does what I'm thinking she does?"

"Yes," he said plainly. "She does. And I sort of like it."

"Dad, I really don't think any less of you because of this," I said warmly. "We all have our likes."

"I'm glad you feel that way, Les," he said, relieved that I didn't tell him he was weird.

"You know, Dad," I said, still pretty cool about this, "they're all away for the day. Would you like me to spank you? And no, I don't want to go to bed with you afterward, no insult, but you know how I might feel about that. It's different from going to bed with your wife."

"I wouldn't even think of doing that, Les," he said seriously. "But you probably think I'm a pretty bad boy, don't you, letting my wife spank me at my age?"

"No," I said, "we all have our special interests. But I'll only ask you once now. Would you like me to spank you?"

"It sounds weird, I know," he said slowly, "but to be honest, the answer to your question is yes."

I almost pissed my pants right then. I told myself to proceed with caution.

"Would you like me to take charge the way she does and how I guess Gloria did?" I continued.

"Yes," he said, simply.

"Then stand up and let your trousers down now, you naughty boy," I said in my sternest tone.

He proceeded to unbuckle his belt and let his pants drop, disclosing some nice pale blue panties.

"She likes me to wear them," he explained without any show of embarrassment, "and I like wearing them too."

"Are they hers...or yours?" I asked.

"They're hers," he answered, "and usually she gives them to me to wear the day after she wore them."

This was really becoming my day of discovery of family secrets.

I reached over and very efficiently pulled his panties down, so they were halfway down his thighs. Then I sat on her dressing room chair and patted my lap. I was glad I had a flannel skirt on.

He complied with my signal as if I were Mom or Gloria. When he lay on my lap, he had gotten hard. I had pushed up my skirt so that I was able to trap his erection between my thighs, which I closed tightly.

Then, without any more formality, I began spanking his white bum cheeks with my hand. Despite my own experience as one who was spanked, I hadn't had much of a chance yet to spank anyone.

But I spanked him hard and would spank one cheek a few times and then focus on the other cheek. Sort of like turning the other cheek, I guess, which is the kind of cheeky thing I tend to think of.

"I hope you're not going to make a mess on my skirt," I told him.

He assured me that that wouldn't happen. "I'm a big boy as far as that is concerned," he said.

I kept spanking him and started thinking of how this could lead to some interesting situations. But then I thought more about it and decided that it probably wouldn't. I had a boyfriend, and I didn't want anyone to get even a vague idea that this had happened, especially my mother.

I finished when his bottom was pretty red. Then I told him that I would make sure that no one found out about this. I hoped he would do the same.

He said it was just as much in his interest to make sure no one found out.

"Then you can pull up your panties, Dad, and your trousers," I said with a grin. "And remember, you will end up over my lap again if you are naughty."