Finding Out Dad Is Spanked Ch 04

Finding Out Dad Is Spanked Ch. 04

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. If any of this offends you, please read no further. All characters are over 18.]

Spanking my dad had become a regular thing for me. I'd told him he required maintenance spanking, so we made sure that any time my brother, sister, and mother were out of the house, Dad knew to report to me promptly for his spanking. If he took too long or tried to ignore my orders, he knew he was in danger of feeling the sting of my thin cane as well as my hand and hairbrush on his bare bottom.

I spoke often to my friend Jane, who had been similarly spanking her father. One day, when I was home alone after school, Jane came over and without saying anything, pressed my hand and then told me just to come with her. We walked across the street to her home, and she opened the door quietly with her key. Then, signaling me to stay quiet, we made our way to her parents' bedroom until she opened the door, still acting quietly and carefully.

It shouldn't have been much of a shock, but it was. There was her dad, naked on top of my mother. The two of them were so engaged in fucking that they didn't notice that they now had two witnesses watching their copulation: Jane and me.

"Ahem," Jane cleared her throat loudly.

Suddenly, my mom looked up and almost screamed but held her hand over her mouth. She was so surprised that she couldn't even scream at me. She knew she was caught.

"I think you two have earned some spanking," Jane announced in a stern tone, showing an equally face. "I've spanked my dad and this time, he's earned a touch of my cane. Leslie will deal with her mom. Both of you, stand up now!"

The two crawled out of the bed, buck naked, and stood in front of the bed facing us. Jane's dad's cock was now relatively soft and dripping with his cum, along with some of my mom's vaginal juices. My mom tried to cover her pussy with her hand but I loudly told her to keep her hands by her side. I could see that the combined flow of her juices and Jane's dad's cum seeping out of her vagina amid her plenteous pubic hair.

"This is really my fault," my mom said clearly. "My husband can't begin to satisfy me, so Larry was nice enough to respond positively to my request. A woman needs this, and I wasn't getting it."

Jane turned to me as if to say it was up to me to respond.

"You can't put a pretty face on your own behavior, Mom," I responded. "You have acted like a slut and given how ready you are to punish the rest of your family for the slightest errors, you've earned major punishment."

With that comment, Jane told both of them to bend over the side of the bed and she made sure that he dad bent over one side and my mom on the other, facing each other. Jane produced two thin canes from the bedroom closet and handed me one.

She asked me to stand beside her dad and then she went around and [placed herself behind my mom. We then looked at each other and placed our canes on the respective bottoms of her dad and my mom, drew the canes back, and flicked our wrists to impart two stinging strokes. Both her dad and my mom let out cries when the canes struck.

I noticed as we allowed some time to pass before administering the next stroke that a red line was already appearing on Jane's dad's pale bottom. Jane signaled me with her eyes and again we drew our canes back and fired again, this time slightly below the first strokes, which now showed two parallel red lines on each of their bottoms.

We kept caning them at regular intervals until they had been given six strokes and were now screaming at each stroke. Jane now placed two crisscross cane strokes diagonally across my mom's buttocks and I followed suit. We drew our canes back and followed those with two crisscross strokes along the opposite diagonal. Then Jane and I knew we would finish the canings with one powerful stroke right down the middle.

When we placed that last stroke, two loud screams came from her dad and my mom. Jane ordered them both to remain bent over with their striped bottoms on display. She handed me a small plastic bag and I knew it was the soap slivers she often inserted in her dad's anus as ancillary punishment. We each took two thin white slivers out and carefully pushed them into the anus in front of each of us.

This insidious punishment was apparently a new one for my mom and she made an unpleasant noise when Jane pushed the sliver into her bottom just as a suppository might be applied. I pushed the slivers into Jane's dad's asshole, and he did not react as noticeably, perhaps because Jane had used this punishment so often with him.

"We intend to restrict you so that you learn not to attempt such a disgusting congress again," I lectured them. Jane then absented herself and returned with two large adult-sized diapers, handed me one, and we placed them on her dad's and my mom's midsections. Then she handed me a white diaper cover that I pulled up over the diaper my mom now had on.

These diaper covers were smaller than some, designed to fit over the diapers without covering more. Thus, they did not bulge all that much and only extended from waist to upper thighs. However, the covers did contain small locks which Jane and I snapped shut so that her dad and my mom were locked into them.

"If either of you needs to use the potty," Jane announced, "my dad will ask my permission, and I will unlock the diaper cover in my discretion. It will similarly be Leslie's call as to unlocking her mom's cover when she indicates a need to pee or poop."

"What kind of discretion are you talking about?" my mom angrily asked.

"You will direct any statement or question to either of us, using the titles 'Miss Jane' and 'Miss Leslie,'" Jane responded sharply. "We will decide how soon to allow you the privilege of urination or defecation. If either of us feels you have not been behaving as you should, you may be made to wait and if you truly need to excrete, you will do it in your diaper. Each of us will then decide when to change you based on your conduct."

I noticed that both my mom and Jane's dad were moving their bottom in rhythm, something that I knew happened either when one was close to orgasm or desperately needed to empty one's bladder or bowels. I assumed that the soap slivers were having their intended effect: making the two need to pee or shit.

Jane announced that she noticed that they were moving their bottoms and asked if they needed to make a wee or a doody. She purposely used those childish terms. My mom nodded affirmatively. Jane told her she needed to use the words "wee-wee" and "plop-plop" when making a request, so my mom shamefully replied that needed to wee-wee and do a plop-plop. Her father now answered in the same way.

Jane suggested that we all move into the large bathroom attached to this master bedroom where her parents shared the marital bed that had been so violated by her dad and my mom. When we reached the bathroom, I unlocked my mom's diaper cover and untaped her diaper; Jane did the same for her dad.

Then she had them climb into the large bathtub and face each other as they squatted. We both stood between them, but outside the tub. Jane told them that they could pee first. My mom immediately released a powerful pee stream that poured straight down from her urethral opening. Jane's dad managed to start peeing soon thereafter.

I knew this was highly embarrassing, especially for my mother. I don't think I had ever seen her performing her bathroom functions before. It was amazing to see her dark yellow pee streaming from her hair-covered vulval fig. Both pee streams began to diminish and tail off.

I asked them if they were ready to plop-plop. They responded appropriately with "Yes, I need to plop-plop, Miss Leslie."

My mom grunted and I observed that her face had reddened but was not sure if it was from the incredible shame of being about to release a bowel movement while squatting in front of us or from her trying to get her movement to emerge. I watched intensely as her dad produced a long brown sausage that slid rapidly out of his anal opening. It dropped on the base of the tub beneath him.

Finally, my mom managed to start defecating. A large, thick brown tube slowly appeared at her anus and moved out until it was tailing off and dropped to the base of the tub. She was grunting as she passed the movement.

Jane now told my mom to turn around and hold her bum cheeks apart. Then she ordered her dad, "Go ahead and lick her asshole clean." He did a doubletake at this incredibly awful order but bent forward and began licking my mom's asshole and anal area. It seemed to me from what I could see that her anal area was relatively clean, so he was benefiting from her cleanliness in defecating.

But once he had finished this disgusting task, I followed Jane's form and told my mom and her dad to turn round. Then I said she should now clean his anus and surrounding area. My mom seemed about to resist but realized the vulnerable position she was now in.

She turned around and moved her face between his spread bottom cheeks and began to lick him clean. I could see that there were traces of his doody around his hole so she must have gotten a significant taste of his feces.

Each of us retaped our parent's diaper and pulled up the cover. Then we ceremoniously snapped the little locks shut. We walked out to the bedroom and told them both to get dressed. My mom had worn a skirt, so the diaper and cover were not as obviously visible as they were under Jane's dad's trousers.

We now informed them that we expected them to confess to their marital partners and accept any discipline that their spouse decided was needed. They were instructed to report to each of us when they had made these confessions.

Once fully dressed, my mom left with me. As we walked back to our house, she started to weep and told me she hoped I understood the situation that had caused her to break her marriage vows. I answered that I was extremely disappointed in her. I also added that I felt the main cause of my dad's inability to satisfy her sexually was her own domination of him.

"You also get way too much pleasure out of punishing me and Harold and Susie," I told her. "Under the circumstances, I know you will understand that you will no longer be disciplining any of us anymore."

She actually seemed relieved to my terminating her reign of terror over the three of us. "You also will not spank or otherwise punish my dad anymore," I added. "Jane will let me know what her mom's response will be to learning of this regrettable incident. I can assure you that I will speak to Dad and that he will not engage in any further punishment for your conduct," I now assured her with a smile.

"However, Mom, you will no longer control his behavior in any way," I went on. "He will decide exactly how your sex shall proceed, assuming he still wants to have sex with you. I think he does," I smiled. "I will be present when you two first get together in your bedroom. I will reiterate that determining what position to fuck and everything else in your sexual relationship will be his call entirely. He also will be able to spank or punish you as he deems necessary should you misbehave again."

"I should tell you, Leslie, oh, Miss Leslie, sorry," she finally responded, "that I'm incredibly sorry for what has occurred. It's true that I was frustrated, but that was not sufficient reason for me to violate my vows. I plan to behave myself so neither your father nor you will have any reason to believe I've been naughty again. This was incredibly embarrassing for me, but I did bring it on myself."

She didn't speak about my ending her authority to discipline me and my siblings. Later I told each of them that they were now free of that ignominious situation.

They were wildly surprised when I told them. "How in hell did you get her to stop spanking us?" Susie asked incredulously.

I swore them both to secrecy, but then related how Jane, whom they hadn't expected to arrive home early, had noticed that they were in the bedroom and how she quickly brought me with her when we surprised the two of them in flagrante.

When Susie asked what it was like to see the two of them so engaged, and grinned, I answered that I had always imagined how Mom and Dad behaved in bed, but that this was different.

"How so?" Harold now asked me.

"You will forgive my language," I said, "but they were just fucking their brains out. He was on top, and Mom seemed to be totally turned on. It was too bad that he had apparently cum by the moment Jane and I burst in to catch them, but I hope it was worth it for them, given how we punished both of them." I then described how we had caned them, inserted soap slivers, supervised their urinating and defecating, and then having them lick each other clean, as well as wearing the diapers and locked diaper covers.

"Wow, Leslie!" Susie exclaimed. "You two really did a job on them! How did you and Jane come up with these insidious punishments?"

I decided I didn't need to tell them how I had managed to spank our dad and then continue to administer maintenance spankings. I also chose to keep my private conversations with Dad private. There was no reason to involve them in what Jane and I had seen and then punished them. I did want to keep my spanking of my dad private and for Jane, whom I had permitted to spank my dad, to remember her promise to keep her knowledge and her role confidential.

"I don't know how Mom will have the nerve to lecture us on how we behave and how we conduct ourselves on dates and all that," Susie declared.

"I suspect she will low profile with us for a while," I responded. "But I think we're free of her hairbrush and hand forever," I added. "Let's promise each other that we won't give her any reason to try to reassert herself and resume spanking us. I think I will let her out of the diapers for good very soon, but this will linger with her for a while.

We chatted among ourselves, much more than we usually did, or possibly ever had. We agreed that the sooner we were able to move out of the house--soon for Harold and me, and after she graduated high school for Susie, the better it would be for us.

Of course, I did feel good about my continuing spanking relationship with my dad. I also owed Jane bigtime for bringing me in when she realized her dad was fucking my mom in their house. I thought she would be receptive to my showing her how I felt in a very personal, intimate way.