Finding Out Dad Is Spanked Ch 05

Finding Out Dad Is Spanked Ch. 05

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 these subjects offend you, please read no further. All characters are over 18.]

My dad came to me for advice on how he should carry on his marital relationship with my mom. My friend Jane caught Mom having it off with Jane's father. Jane and I proceeded to discipline both of them and ended a severe punishment session by letting them know that their partners--my dad and Jane's mom--would decide how and when their marital sexual contact would be conducted from now on.

"Tell her you're willing to take her back and resume your relationship so long as she's willing to promise you that she'll never break her vows again," I began. "Then I suggest that you try to make your time in bed together more enjoyable, especially for you. That means that you need to take the superior position--on top--when you two have sex," I went on.

"It will do Mom good to lie on her back and spread her legs to receive you," I observed. "Have her give you a nice blow job first, too. If you want to give her some oral pleasure, that's fine, so long as it's something you want to do," I added that should she show resistance to anything you do or say you want to do, tell her that you will not hesitate to discipline her by spanking or caning. You should say you don't want that to happen, but you feel that stating that it's a possibility is needed after what occurred."

Dad seemed surprised by my recommendation that he truly assume the authority in their relationship. I explained that it would be wonderful if things evolved to where they both considered the feelings of the other in defining the contours of their intimacy. Meanwhile, however, he needed to take charge, at least initially and until he felt Mom understood that things had changed for good.

Later that day, they both confronted me and asked if I would join them in their bedroom because I had indicated that that was one of the corrective steps that I had told Mom would occur should they continue their marital relationship. I told them I was pleased to join them, but I would not participate, and if all went well, I would not intrude on their lovemaking again.

We decided I would come to their master bedroom at 4:30 P.M.

I knocked on their door at that time, dressed in what I now regarded as my disciplinarian's outfit--crisp white blouse, black leather skirt, seamed dark hose, smart pumps, and my hair up in a bun. They slowly removed their clothing as I sat in a large armchair.

Mom quickly was down to her lacy white bra and matching panties. I thought she still boasted a lovely figure. Dad was in some nice navy-blue boxers. He unhooked Mom's bra, slipped it off and then pulled her panties down slowly until she could step out of them. She looked heavenly with her prominent bush on display and her nice-sized breasts. He removed his boxers, and I was pleased to see he was already erect--I hadn't realized that he was a true eight inches when hard.

He helped Mom climb into their bed and lie on her back. Then he climbed over her, so his cock was pointed right at her mouth. Without any hesitancy, she took it in her mouth and started licking it actively. It didn't take long before he spurted in her mouth, and she swallowed his cum. He moved down so he was between her spread legs staring at her split: Mom's pubic triangle sported a luxuriant reddish bush and her labia were prominent.

Dad moved into her crotch and started licking her vulval split and letting his tongue graze the tip of her now-hard clit. It didn't take her long to go into orgasm and she was bucking and writhing as she came. When she came down, she grinned at Dad and told him she wanted him inside her now.

He obliged by moving up, so his cock was pointed right at her vaginal opening. She reached down and helped him press it inside her. Then she leaned back as he pushed all of his penis inside her. He began to thrust in and out and she responded by raising and lowering her bottom.

I was delighted by their progress so far and when they both came together. Dad took her in his arms and kissed her sweetly, which she fully reciprocated. Then she looked him in the eye and grinning happily, told him she wanted him to penetrate her anal opening.

Dad was ready. He picked up a condom from the night table and Mom helpfully placed it on his glans and rolled it down his shaft. She put some lube on her fingers and ran it down the condom and then took some more and pressed it inside her anus.

She turned over and raised her midsection so that her bottom was raised. Dad was again erect when he moved behind her and guided his cock to her anal rosette. Then he carefully pressed it past her anal ring very softly and slowly. I wondered if Mom was an anal virgin but doubted it was a good idea to pose that particular question now, or even later.

He pressed in and out of her anus into her rectum very slowly, gently, and carefully and with consideration. I decided that this wasn't Mom's first experience of being poked in her back channel. It did fascinate me because I'd not yet had the nerve to engage in anal intercourse. This was a really nice way for me to educate myself.

I decided that it was time for me to butt out, so to speak. I told them they were marvelous and that I was leaving them to enjoy themselves. They were engaged with each other enough, so they didn't respond to what I told them. I didn't hold it against them and quietly absented myself.

Later, Dad sought me out and said he wanted to thank me for creating the conditions that enabled them to have such great sex after all that had transpired. I grinned and said I hoped they would keep enjoying each other. I got a sickly feeling that Dad had started thinking about how much he would enjoy having it off with me.

I was definitely not a virgin anymore but had no intention of fucking my father, now or ever. Instead of proclaiming that, which might have been the best way to proceed, I waved him off and said he needed to focus on Mom. He asked if I thought I should still discipline him on the maintenance schedule we had worked out.

I told him that in view of where his relationship with Mom had now landed, I might reduce our sessions to being on call when he felt he needed one. He thanked me profusely and took me in his arms for a hug and some kissing, in which I participated and enjoyed royally.

Later that week, he told me that he'd like to get together with me, for a spanking but hopefully, he said, it would be a light one. I agreed that that was in order, and we arranged for him to come to my bedroom the next day when we would be alone. He did say that he had told Mom that he was going to ask me about this; she smiled and told him it was entirely his decision to make.

To set the tone for this new kind of maintenance session, I handed him a pair of my worn panties. They were tight ones that I didn't wear all that often but had had them on all day the day before, so they were pungent with my intimate scent.

When he came to my room, he had a robe on which he took off and I saw they he was wearing the panties I gave him. They looked very tight, which did please me. I had him get across my lap as I sat on an armless chair. Then I put my thumbs in the waistband of his panties and lowered them below his bottom.

I immediately began spanking him, not too hard but with a regular rhythm. He didn't seem surprised by my tempo or intensity of the spanks. I asked him if he had been naughty since his last spanking. He replied that he had masturbated in a pair of Mom's worn undies.

I was a bit annoyed about this and I told him that I wanted him to confess to Mom that he did this and wouldn't do it again if she didn't want him to. He didn't argue with me. I asked him what he thought about while jerking off. This was intended to smoke out what turned him on enough to use in that pursuit.

He was surprisingly honest. He flatly responded that he was thinking of making love with me. I blushed. Then I replied by saying that I was extremely impressed by his choice although even contemplating that was clearly out of line. I asked him if he expected me to hear that without reacting negatively.

His response was that he hoped I'd feel pleased that he had such regard for me. I smiled and thanked him. I added quite calmly that I hoped that he realized I would have to punish him for that revelation. He merely said that he expected I would be annoyed.

"You know that I made it clear, Dad, that I don't intend to fuck you?" I asked him.

"Yes, but a guy can always hope," he answered sweetly.

He was still across my lap, with his cock between my stockinged thighs. I told him to stand up and bend across my desk, grasping the far side.

"Hold on, because letting go will double your sentence," I warned him.

I took out my favorite thin cane and swished it in the air a few times. I didn't care much about how this made him feel. So, I laid the cane across his red (from the spanking) bottom, drew it back, and gave him a real stinger for a first stroke, right down the middle. I followed that stroke with equally strong ones, each slightly below the last. Then I placed one a bit further down, so it landed in the crease between his bottom and thighs.

This made him cry out and cringe in pain and almost jump up and break position. I warned him that doing anything like that would double the imposition. I told him I didn't ever want to hear again about anything he thought about fucking me. I could see that he wanted me to open up about my sexual history at college, namely, who my first lover was and who else fucked me.

I thought to myself: "Ain't gonna happen, Dad."

I turned the tables on him. "How did your finding out that Jane's dad was fucking Mom make you feel?"

"I wasn't that surprised," he admitted. "She was dissatisfied with our sex. It arose from her femdom tendencies that turned me off have so that I didn't have an easy time getting a hard-on."

"He'd just cum inside her when Jane and I surprised him," I disclosed to Dad. He screwed up his face and said, "I don't really need to know any more about all of that. I'm just pleased that your mom and I have just had such a great experience together."

Jane texted me that she was home for the day, and would I come over and join her? I texted back that I'd be there in five minutes.

When I walked over to her house, she greeted me with a kiss. I told her about my oversight of my parents having sex and how I took over and freed us from my mom's terrorist reign.

I asked her about her parents' relationship and what she knew about it. She answered that her mother had been quite strict with her and her two sisters, one of whom as older than Jane and one who was younger. Jane thought she was angry with her spouse because he left everything related to raising the girls to her. She added that she was fairly sure that her parents hadn't had sex for a very long time.

"As you know, however, he yielded the authority to discipline him to my mother who brought me into the picture," Jane recalled. "It makes perfect sense to get him to report to my mother who will in turn send him to us for disciplining."

"You may even get him to start bearing some of the responsibilities around the house," I chimed in. "This is a situation where there's leverage to be exercised to bring him to heel and we should help you and your mom do this."

"If she goes along with us, you might mention to your father than there are likely to be consequences of his dalliance with my mom," I suggested to Jane. "Whaddya think?"

Jane grinned and said, "If we can pull that off, that would be fabulous. I'd make him apologize to my mother and then to both your mom and dad. It just might work because he can't stand the possibility of being held up to ridicule before his peers."

"You've already gotten to spank him," I responded. "How about you make him submit to a discipline session where he gets spanked and caned by your mom, you, and your sisters?"

"I'd like you to come with me to see if the two of us can work this with my mom," Jane asked me. "She has sort of cut herself off from my dad and he feels free to hit on any woman who will have him. You'd be surprised how many there are around here."

Jane arranged for us to speak with her mother. When we went to her bedroom, she seemed quite subdued. I told her that my father was outraged at what had happened and was looking to make her husband pay for what he did. Then, I suggested that if she agreed to organize a discipline session for him, my dad might accept that as recompense for the insult he had received.

Jane's mom, Wendy, smiled after hearing me out. "I don't think I'd even consider this, because it sounds like such a long shot, but Jane got my husband to submit to a spanking from her," she said to us. "Go ahead, girls, you have my blessing for whatever you can get for all of us from this. After it's finished--if you get to discipline him--I'll talk to your mom, Leslie. I really owe her some apologies."

I told her that that could wait. We left to confront Jane's dad.

We found him in his den, watching TV and making phone calls. He gave Jane a funny look when we barged in with me.

"Dad, turn off the TV," Jane ordered. "You're in big trouble. Leslie's dad is making waves about your having it off with Leslie's mom. Leslie thinks she can keep him from going public or whatever, but only if you submit being disciplined by the two of us and Mom."

Jack looked at the stern female faces staring at him and since he had already accepted that Jane would be his principal disciplinarian, mostly because his wife wanted nothing to do with him, he would have to grit his teeth and take some more punishment from us.

"OK," he said warily. "I'm in--so when does this happen?"

"We're going to do this at six o'clock in Mom's bedroom," Jane told him in a firm voice. "I want you to report there exactly at six and you will be wearing the pink panties I gave you underneath your trousers. You know what to expect."

"You two are tough," he conceded. "Your mom hasn't wanted to have anything to do with me, Jane. Do you think she might change that attitude if I get whacked by you two and her?

"I'll really see what I can do about that," Jane told him earnestly.

At six o'clock, which had been three hours from when Jane and I spoke with her dad, we were in Wendy's bedroom, dressed formally in crisp white blouses, black and navy skirts, seamed hose, and pumps. This included Jane's mom, who had been the prime disciplinarian in the family until she got fed up with her husband Jack and yielded her authority, such as it was, to Jane. I've written about how Jane managed to exert that power in disciplining her dad.

Jack knocked on the door and entered looking concerned (as well he might have been). Jane told him he understood that he would be disciplined for his dalliance with my mom.

"This was an insult to Leslie and her family," Jane pronounced. "And it certainly was one for my mother. After we discipline you, we expect you to render an apology in person to Leslie's father. Leslie will arrange for the time for that to happen," Jane continued. "Now we will proceed since your coming here as directed signifies your absolute consent to submitting to our discipline."

"You now will unbutton and remove your shirt, as well as your trousers, socks and shoes," Jane ordered sternly.

He did what she told him to do and now Wendy, Jane, and I were staring at him wearing the pink panties Jane had given him. Jane added that he needed to take off his tee shirt, so now he stood before us in his panties.

Jane seated herself in an armless chair and patted her lap, signaling him to get across it, which he did. Jane told him to lift his midsection and when he did, she pulled his pink panties right down past his bottom and left them a few inches down on his thighs. I could see that he was fully erect and assumed that Jane had managed to catch his cock between her stockinged legs and press on it.

She immediately began to spank him hard. I was surprised that she was wearing a spanking glove and that seemed to make her job that much easier. His bottom was soon rosy and then pale red. Now she told him to stand up and get across her mom's lap. Wendy was sitting nearby in an armless chair, and she patted her lap.

Jack had been groaning when Jane was spanking him but now, he cried out when Wendy brandished her ebony hairbrush and started applying it to his red bottom.

"Oh, Wendy," he cried, "that really hurts. I'll be good, no more nonsense from me, I'll be good!"

"You damn well will be good, Jack, and when I'm punishing you, you will address me as Miss Wendy," she scolded him. "Got that?" She gave him a really powerful hairbrush stroke right across his bottom and he screeched.

Wendy knew she didn't need to spank him that long with her brush. She told him to stand and saw that his erection had diminished as his bottom was whacked. Now, it was my turn.

I told him quietly to bend over the side of the bed and stick his bottom out. Then I picked up my thin cane, which I had brought with me for the occasion. I could see that not only was his bottom nice and red from the previous punishments, but he looked especially frightened of me with my thin cane.

I laid the cane in the middle of his bottom cheeks, drew it back, and really fired a stinger that scorched his bottom but good. He screamed and I told him he'd be gagged with his panties if he didn't quiet down. He obviously didn't like that possibility--he probably would have loved to have my damp undies in his mouth--so he somehow restrained his screaming.

We hadn't realized until now that Jack got off on being disciplined by young women. During the caning I gave him, when I told him he could stand, I saw the huge wet area he had left on the bed where he bent over. At first, I figured he had lost control from one of my searing cane strokes, but then we saw it was definitely an ejaculation.

Jane was livid that he was getting pleasure from being caned. She excoriated him and said he was now going to be wearing tight panties all the time. First, however, she came over to where he was standing and told him to bend back over the bed even if he was now resting on the wet area he had created with his ejaculation.

She held a rectal thermometer in her hand which she carefully dipped in a jar of Vaseline and then slid right into his anal opening. It looked so cute sticking out of his asshole. When it had been there for the required time, she extracted it, read it, said his temp was normal, and then scolded him because there were obvious brown smudges on the thermometer. Jack clearly had a dirty rectum.

Jane told him that if this happened again, he'd get a punishment enema. Then she asked me to give him three more strokes for having a dirty bottom. I stepped bac with my cane and gave him three quick thwips with the cane across his red bottom. He knew to restrain his screaming. Jane told him he could go after that.

But then Jane's mom intervened. "Let him stay here with me," she said firmly.

Jane was surprised but immediately assented to her mother's demand.

Jack stood there, his erection pointing out obscenely, and wondered what his wife had in store for him. He soon got the drift of her thought.

"Jane, thank you for all you have done," Wendy told her daughter. "And you too, Leslie. I will speak to your mom soon. You can leave me with my husband now."

We absented ourselves then. I wondered what Wendy had in mind as she had already hairbrushed Jack.