I stood with my nose in the corner and my belt and work pants pooled around my ankles. My face was red and wet as the frustration tears streamed down my face.
"You better keep that coin on the wall Nai." My father warned as he walked past me. "I am." I angrily responded. "You still want to keep that tone with me?" he asked, and I said "No." trying to sound less annoyed.
I was standing here because my job had notified my father, of all people, that I had showed up to work drunk multiple times. Why they would do that I have no idea. I'm fucking 25 years old, I can hold my own, I didn't need this.
"So you think it's more important to get drunk and party at night than to show up to work in the morning sober?" he asked, and I replied with "No." again. "Well that's what it seems like." he said, and I heard him pull his leather belt from his pants.
"Dad I'm an adult I don't need a spanking." I pleaded turning around and letting the coin fall. He watched it as it spun in circles on the hard wood floor and I instantly regretted it. "Didn't I tell you to keep that coin on the wall?" He asked, and I nodded bending down to pick it up.
"Leave it." he commanded popping the back of my thigh making me stand up rubbing it. "I'm sorry." I stammered trying not to catch another attitude. I felt like a child being scolded and my dignity was slowly leaving me.
"Get over here, you know the drill. Just like when you were a teenager." He stated sitting down on the couch. "Dad I am not about to strip and bend over your knee like I'm 18 again." I protested crossing my arms. "What makes you think I'm giving you a choice." He snarled looking over at me.
My dad was a tall muscular man in his forties, and he had blonde hair that was usually pulled back in a bun. He didn't look at all his age and many people mistook him as my slightly older brother.
I stood there watching him as he rose to his feet. I tried to back up but was met with the corner of the wall. "Do I need to repeat my orders boy?" he asked, and I just stood there staring at the floor. He then grabbed a fist full of my hair and walked me back to the couch.
"Dad please, I'm sorry. I won't do it again. I'll straighten up." I begged as he pulled off my white button up. I tried to force my legs tightly shut, but he pulled my briefs down anyway. "Father please, I don't want a spanking." I begged as he leaned me down over his lap.
"Then maybe you'll think about this spanking every time you feel the need to open a bottle of Vodka on a night when you have to work in the morning." He snapped pulling my ass up into an easily accessible position.
I hadn't felt so humiliated and belittled in 7 years. I was once again bent over my fathers knee about to get a belted spanking. Furthermore, I squirmed as he rubbed and squeezed my butt softening it up. I wasn't as tall as my dad neither was I as muscular, I even had more fleshy thighs as well as an ass compared to his manly features.
I wiggled more and he tightening up his grip around my waist. "Dad please, I won't drink anymore I swear." I said almost breaking down and giving in. "Your still getting your ass whipped." He said and gave me my first 5 smacks. "Ouuuchhhh dad, be softer." I whined trying to cover my buttocks with my hand.
"Nope Naimehr, you know good and well I'm not about to do that." He said bringing down the belt again five more times. He wasn't at all being lenient or merciful with his whacks and my ass was not appreciating it.
"Fuck, your ass always reddens up so beautifully." He complimented rubbing his hand over my red left ass cheek. He then went to work on my other butt cheek just as mercilessly. I kicked my legs and tried to move away, but he kept his unrelenting grip.
"Daddy owwweeeee please, I'm sorry." I whined caving in to the pain. My ass felt like it was on fire and I knew he was nowhere near done. My father was a very thorough man, and he wasn't going to let up just because I whined a little.
"Nai, you're not getting away with going to work drunk." He said continuing to lay 20 more belt smacks to my bare bottom on each cheek. "Look at your little hot red ass." He smirked biting his lip and rubbing his hand over my glowing red butt.
I just laid there softly whimpering and hanging on tightly to my dads sweatpants legs for support. I was determined not to cry, but I didn't think I could hold it up much longer. "You enjoying this boy?" He asked reaching down and taking hold of my half hard cock making me moan.
"You never change." He chuckled continuing to fondle me and I couldn't hold back my whimpers as he simultaneously rubbed my heavily bruised ass. Then he abruptly started spanking me hard again tipping me over the edge and making me cry.
"Daddy owwwccchhhh please I'm so sorry, I won't drink ever again. I won't even look at another bottle of spirits. Just please stop spanking me." I cried flailing my legs and desperately trying to wiggle off to no avail.
My dad didn't budge and let down another 15 blistering whacks to my already bruised ass. I screamed in pain as he relentlessly brought down smack after smack after smack. If we didn't live out on a farm the neighbors would have definitely called the police by now.