Finding Out Dad Is Spanked Ch 03

Finding Out Dad Is Spanked Ch. 03

By Leslie Jones

[The previous stories in this series precede this one in time but need not be read first. This story features bodily functions and involves significant discipline. There are also references to wearing soiled underwear. If any of this offends you, please read no further. All characters are over 18.]

I now had the opportunity to spank my dad about every few weeks when he and I were home when my mom, sister, and brother were out, usually on a Saturday.

Previously, I had spanked him when I found he had been going through my panty drawer and that of my sister. I was 20 and in college and Susie was 181/2 and in high school. It turned out that I had discovered that my mother had been spanking him for a good while because he had been going through her panty drawer and hamper for her worn undies.

I told him he needed regular maintenance spankings from me because he kept going through our panties--either fresh ones in the drawer or soiled ones in the hamper. Mom now made him wear her worn panties the day after she did.

When he reported to my bedroom as I had ordered, I was wearing a nice navy skirt with a soft white blouse and seamed hose with pumps. I thought the seamed hose gave me a nice dominant look but didn't come on too strong. I asked him if he'd like to check out the panties I was wearing.

He grinned and sad that would be very nice. I told him to get his face under my skirt and to start sniffing my crotch over my panties. He hastened to follow my directions and then I reached under my skirt after he had been sniffing for a while, and pulled my panties down. I told him to keep licking because I wanted to feel his tongue licking my pussy.

I soon felt his tongue probing my pussy and trying to curl up so it could penetrate my vaginal opening. This was definitely turning me on; I figured I was entitled to a nice orgasm because I put up with his perving with my soiled undies, even if he was caned for doing that.

Soon I came and since I tend to squirt, his face was quite wet when it emerged from under my skirt. He looked at me, seeming to want me to reciprocate by giving him some head.

"You're not getting any servicing from me," I said rather bluntly to him. "You are very naughty and you're quite lucky that I decided to let you pleasure me under my skirt."

I had been spanking him for some time now, so I was getting more daring in what I might ask him. I had avoided getting into anything involving the sex that he had with my mother, although I was dying to find out about it since she spanked him for perving on her panties.

"For maintenance, Dad, you usually need a spanking and if you've been a really bad boy, a touch of my thin cane," I told him with a broad smile. "If you give me a good idea of how you get it on with Mom, I might go easier on you today," I offered, affecting an attitude that said to him that I didn't really care that much, one way or another. I also decided to be a tad bitchy because I knew that would arouse him.

"But if you don't give me an answer quickly," I warned, "you will definitely be caned and I might even double the number of strokes."

He hastened to tell me that he would describe their sex to me. This was enough to get me wet, and I was glad I was standing so I wouldn't stain my skirt now that I had removed my panties.

"For some time," he began, "Mom has preferred to be in the top position. Usually that means that I need to be hard, which usually isn't difficult for me, so that she can slide herself down on my erection. In this position, she controls our intercourse by her moving her vagina up and down on my cock. I've been told that I cannot cum until she does, and that I will be caned if I dare to cum too soon."

This was all of great interest to me. He went on: "Sometimes she gets on my erection facing my feet--the so-called reverse cowgirl--which has been staring at her bottom in front of me. If she is feeling especially randy, she orders me to lick her anus which is facing me. This gets a little nasty, I know, but if she's having me do that, she normally doesn't bother to wipe when she has a bowel movement before we have sex."

Wow! I thought to myself. My mother really did love kinky stuff--having my dad lick her unwiped asshole while they were fucking! I had known that she did pee on him after having him lie on his back in the bathtub, but this was one step farther!

"Does she have you lick her pussy?" I ventured, now feeling there were no limits to the questions I could pose to him before I spanked and caned him.

"Yes," he replied, smiling. "I actually like doing that because I like the way her pussy tastes, Les. It has such a delightful femmy smell, too."

I decided to take a chance now. "Did you like licking mine?" I asked, hoping he would respond positively.

"Yes, Les," he said with a smile. "You have a lovely, sweet, girly taste down there."

"Why thank you, kind sir!" I managed to respond. Now I was really getting wet.

"I think it's time for your spanking, Dad," I said firmly, as I sat myself on an armless chair in my bedroom and patted my lap. He got the signal and placed himself across my lap after unbuckling his trousers. Before he was flat on my lap, I lowered the panties he had on--red ones with ruffles, no less--to just below his bottom.

"I really don't think Mom wore those ruffled undies yesterday, so you weren't wearing the ones she had worn," I remonstrated with him.

"No," he said, and seemed unhappy at having to tell me this, "she got those panties just for me. I think she wanted to shame me by my having to wear such embarrassing panties."

I decided that my mother was charmingly kinky. I started spanking my Dad. I liked to start slowly and then up the ante--harder spanks delivered at shorter intervals. Dad began to moan after about twenty spanks. I kept spanking him and then I started to use my ebony hairbrush on his reddened bottom. Now he was crying out, which was fine with me, since no one else was at home.

I had planned a surprise for him. My friend Jane and I were talking and it turned out that she also had acquired the authority to spank her dad. It was a little different. Her mother was also the dominant power in their family and when she decided that he had behaved badly, in this instance by coming home inebriated after work and a stop at a bar with his colleagues, he needed to be disciplined.

She had been spanking him for some time, out of the view or hearing of my friend Jane, but now she not only had Jane, her oldest daughter who is my age, present, but surprised her dad by telling Jane that she was going to spank him this time.

I don't think that he was as into it as my dad is, so he complained bitterly at this latest humiliation. His wife, however, took umbrage at his annoyance and told him that not only would Jane spank him with her own hairbrush but that she would give him a good caning with his wife's school cane, which she had acquired for just this purpose.

Now he was afraid to complain any more, because he knew his wife could be extremely dominant and might order even more severe punishments. Jane told me that her mom had told her ahead of time what she intended to do, so Jane was ready to use her hairbrush and her mom's cane on her dad's bared bottom.

She had him over her lap and fired away with her hairbrush. This got him screaming fairly soon but she persevered until his bottom was crimson. Then she ordered him to stand and bend over the back of a chair, placing his bottom at a good level for her to apply the cane.

Jane told me that she had never caned anyone before this time. She swished the cane in the air a few times and liked it that he let out some deep breaths that indicated his fear of how painful her caning him would be for him.

Then she did as her mom had instructed her: she laid the cane across his bottom, drew it back, and fired so it struck right where she had laid it. She was surprised at how the red line soon appeared and how loudly he screamed even though she had done what her mother had suggested, and merely flicked her wrist to impart the stinging stroke.

She spaced out the strokes like a pro and soon had managed to leave six parallel red lines across his bottom cheeks. Then she fired two crisscross strokes that had him screeching. He looked like he might break position and possibly try to pummel her, but she told him to pipe down.

"If you leave position," she warned in a stern voice, "I will add double the number of strokes to your punishment." This sobered him up and he meekly bent over the back of the chair. She now gave him two more quick strong strokes across the middle of his striped bottom and then told him the discipline was completed.

Soon after I had completed using my hairbrush on my dad's spanked bottom, the doorbell rang and I told him to stay in position with his bare bottom over the chair. I left and welcomed Jane, and we walked back to my bedroom.

"Jane is joining me," I said sternly, "because she already has the authority to spank her father. I've asked her to conduct your caning today."

I noticed that Jane, who was a tall woman, with nice curves, a generous chest, and dirty-blonde hair, dressed up a bit for this performance, for that is what it was. She wore a crisp white blouse, a black leather skirt that was several inches above her knees, sheer hose, and shiny black pumps.

My dad didn't even begin to protest at this expansion of the number of women who now could put him through his paces. Jane picked up my cane and brandished it.

Then she called me over and whispered in my ear. I giggled at what she said. She took a small plastic bag out of her handbag and opened it. At the same time I ordered him to move his legs as far apart as possible.

"You're now going to get an insertion," I said. "You had better not resist or you'll be very sorry."

Jane held the plastic bag and removed two slivers of soap from it. Then she stood behind my dad, bent down, and carefully inserted the soap slivers into his anal opening and pushed them in as deeply as she could with her forefinger.

My dad was now far too humiliated to say anything. Not only had I subjected him to being caned by my girlfriend, but I had allowed her to insert soap into his rectum that was highly embarrassing and would also sting him inside. It also had the potential for humiliating him in a truly major way: the soap could speed his need to excrete a bowel movement from his rectum.

Jane picked up the cane again and laid it across his bottom. She was a quick caner. She fired stroke after stroke speedily. Her accuracy was amazing. I hadn't seen such even red lines the same distance between each on a bottom. My dad was screaming after the first stroke. Jane told him if he didn't stop, she'd have to gag him.

After she had given him the first six strokes, she told him he was naughty, so she had to give him another six. He took those, screaming of course. He seemed to hope then that it would be over.

Jane grinned at me as she began applying crisscross strokes to his mottled bottom. These were obviously very painful. After four, she stopped. Then she flipped up her skirt and pulled down her nice lacy white panties. She moved around to stand in front of my dad's face as he was still bent over the chair.

She held herself open and pointed. It was clear she wanted him to lick her split. He leaned forward and applied his tongue to her hairy slit. Jane had a large auburn bush and her hair ran down between her legs.

Soon his licking got her off and I could see she was enjoying a nice orgasm. My dad was pleased she had cum, but he was growing desperate.

"May I be excused?" he asked her plaintively.

"Oh," she giggled, "do you have to do plop-plop?"

His face burned with shame; he nodded yes.

"Tell me what you have to do and ask me nicely for permission," Jane told him without any feeling.

"Miss Jane, I have to make a doody very badly," he managed to get out.

"So what do you want from me?" she responded, as if this was polite conversation.

"Miss Jane, may I have permission to go to the bathroom?" he asked again.

"You may--but Leslie and I will accompany you so we can be sure you don't relieve yourself other than doing Number One and Number Two."

We walked together to our downstairs bathroom and my dad shamefully unbuckled his belt, pulled down his boxer shorts and sat on the toilet.

"You see, Leslie, those slivers got him going," Jane whispered to me. "It didn't take long for him to feel the pressing need to shit."

Then we heard him piss as the stream hit the water in the toilet, followed by several plops indicating he had excreted his bowel movement.

"Now before you wipe, stand up so we may inspect what you did in the toilet," Jane intoned as if speaking to a small child.

We saw two long thick brown turds, and the bowl water was yellow with his pee.

"You may sit down and wipe," Jane said, "and afterward we will inspect your rear hole to make sure you cleaned it thoroughly."

He did what she said, and then humiliatingly stood and held his buttocks apart for her scrutiny.

"It looks like he's clean back there, Leslie," Jane reported. "It's important that you do this so that he knows you are in charge. How often do you conduct one of these maintenance sessions?"

I responded that I had to schedule them when everyone else was out of the house.

"If you need to, you can come over to my house and I'd enjoy being your hostess," Jane gushed.

I told my dad he could go now. Jane and I continued to chat as I hiked up my skirt, pulled down my panties, sat on the toilet, and let my pee fly. I'm a very noisy pee-er and Jane was grinning as I took some toilet paper and carefully wiped front to back between my legs.

I asked her if she needed to go and she said she did. So, I stood up and made way for her to pull down her pants and panties. Then she started to pee, and I could tell her pee stream was getting stronger.

"I'm expecting my period any day now," she said, "so I do keep an eye open to make sure my puss hasn't started bleeding on me."

She carefully wiped and showed me the paper. "See?" she laughed, "no blood yet."

"When I do get my period, I'll be in a mood where I'll need to discipline my dad," she explained. "I like to have him take my tampon out with his teeth. Then he licks me clean, and I pee on his face to wash him off."

I thanked Jane for everything she had done for me and walked her to the door after we had put ourselves back together.

After Jane had left, my dad started to raise the issue of someone outside the family disciplining him. He said that it was unfair and violated our confidential practice of keeping this between him and me. I told him that it wasn't just between us since my mom and my siblings knew about it. Then I said rather sharply that I was the one who would decide who was able to witness his spankings and canings, not him.

This appeared to calm him down. I asked him if he had any real problem about my allowing Jane to spank and cane him.

He replied that he didn't, and was amazed that she already had authority to discipline her dad. I asked him about her inserting the soap slivers in his bottom-hole.

He blushed, because her doing that obviously humiliated him, especially since it made him need to defecate so soon and that we witnessed his session on the toilet. I told him that he shouldn't assume that his current level of punishment was the regular one.

"If you keep perving on me, mom, and Susie by going into our panty drawers, the number of spanks and cane strokes can definitely be increased," I reminded him. "Also, I could use my hairbrush to hit you in your anal crack. I really don't want to punish you in other places which you can definitely figure out where I mean, but if you continue to be naughty, Dad, it could happen," I warned him.

I wanted to get rid of his attitude that he could question any of my decisions about his discipline. I did not intend to spank or cane his penis or on his scrotum, but it didn't hurt for him to think that that might happen if he was naughty enough.

From then on, I also introduced regular inspections of his intimate areas, and he came to know that if there were stains in his underpants or panties, this would result in immediate punishment. I surprised him a few days later by conducting a panty inspection, which he failed because I found semen stains from his masturbating as well as pee stains from his carelessness.

"Are you going to punish me for this, Leslie?" he asked plaintively. "Please let me off this time; I'll be good."

I told him he sounded like every naughty boy trying to get out of well-deserved punishment. Instead of spanking him, though, I told him he was going to be diapered. He protested but did not resist when I had him take off his panties so I could put on his diaper.

I had picked up some adult-sized diapers at the drugstore and after I had him step into one and I taped it closed, I took out a lockable diaper cover I had ordered. This had a lock which he would have to ask me to open when he needed to use the toilet. He got very upset when I made him put the cover on and then I snapped the little lock shut.

I said he could come to me when he needed to be changed, only he would not be changed every time he peed. I had decided that he needed to spend some time in a wet diaper. If he didn't behave well, I would put off changing him even if he made a doody in his diaper.

The pink diaper cover was highly embarrassing for him and he couldn't really hide it entirely because its shape showed through his outer clothing. I informed my mother when I first put him in diapers with the cover, and she grinned while complimenting me on my imaginative punishments. I also gave her a key and told him she had one so that she could unlock him to use the toilet if she was so inclined.

When I discussed this with her, my mom asked me directly if I had permitted him to fuck me, using that exact terminology. I told her I had not and would not. First, I said, I did not want to interfere with her marriage; moreover, I did not want to have any sex with him other than having him go down on me now and then.

I think she believed me. I asked her if she enjoyed sex during her period and she smiled and said it was heavenly because that was when she was the horniest. I said that was good to know but that I still wouldn't fuck him even then.

I did think to myself that that didn't mean I wouldn't have him take out my tampon with his teeth and lick my flowing pussy. Her telling me about her enjoying period sex made me feel that having him lick me and take out my tampon would help me deal with my own horniness during my period.

My mom hadn't stopped spanking me when she felt I deserved it. And she still did it in front of Harold and Susie, just as I witnessed her spanking them. I didn't tell her about Jane's use of the soap slivers, because I knew she was just pervy enough herself to want to try that, not only on my dad but possibly even when she spanked the rest of us.

She did not excuse either Susie or me when we had our periods. We did have tampons in place and she saw the strings, but she didn't say anything about it. My mom hadn't stopped being pervy, though. When Susie had a tantrum after being spanked, Mom told her she was acting silly and needed to be taken down a peg.

This threat--actually more than a threat, because it was clear Mom would carry through on it--turned out to be highly embarrassing for Susie. Mom reached into her purse and took out a thermometer. Susie was still across Mom's lap--a dangerous place to be when stirring up the spanker--when Mom carefully rubbed some Vaseline on the thermometer and slipped it into Susan's hidden anal opening.