Punish me, dad

THE DILDO

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I was deep asleep when I felt my father brusquely waking me up. I was a real monster when I was woken up like that, so suddenly and before having a coffee. My father, Richard Atterton, lived on his own with me since Sue, my mother, had left him seven years ago. She’s had two more partners since then but she seemed to get soon tired of men, cause she had left both and was single again. But I saw her often because she was still a great friend of my father’s and we all worked together.

There were not many hippies now but my father worked doing wooden toys and selling then in a hippy market, not always in our town. We soon moved to other parts of the country and sold these things. There we worked with Sue Atterton and my father’s friends Jackie Melchett, who was 45 like him, and his son Colin, who was my age and seemed never to have had any girlfriend, not even at 26. The Melchett took care of leather goods. But my father had a carpenter’s workshop at home and I helped him, even though I was a very good cook, and after being sure that I didn’t like studying, I continued the tradition of this hippy family and soon specialized in confectionery and my apple pies were famous, and also my almond cakes.

It was summer and really hot. I have hardly slept that night and it took me some hours to fall asleep and I never have lucidity before breakfast. I was sleeping in just my briefs with no sheet covering me and Richard Atterton was shaking me, telling me I should get up and work a while with him doing some carpentry as every day. It is a cliché that hippies don’t often wash, but my father had indeed very few showers. I was used to his smell but that morning it was nauseating for me and the beast in me before coffee and with such scarce sleep woke up and I am afraid I insulted him.

-Stop shaking me, you son of a bitch. I need to sleep.

He continued shaking me and told me.

-Wake up, Ted. There’s a lot of work today. We will soon be selling in a tour around the country and we have to build many toys.

Not knowing what I was saying, I’m afraid I told him.

-Leave me alone, you piece of shit. I need to sleep a bit more. Oh, man, you absolutely stink. No wonder mum left you one day.

-Is that what you think? –he asked me and I saw him really infuriated then. Suddenly he ripped my briefs then and tore them to pieces so I was absolutely exposed, suddenly naked before my father. But he would not stop there. After my ass was naked he began to spank me real hard.

-I hope you repent soon of the words you’ve just said, Ted.

I don’t know what happened to me then. Well, I know now but didn’t know it then. But being suddenly exposed and hardly spanked was such a big surprise that I shot an unexpected load before my father, who had seen me and asked me.

-Why have you cum, Ted?

-I swear I don’t know, dad. Oh, I’m so sorry.

-I don’t care you have just cum. You know I have my own philosophy of life and I don’t mind certain things and cumming is always a nice sensation. I don’t care you have cum. You see? Even the beast in you before coffee can have some lucidity. But I have to punish you for what you have just said to me.

And he continued for some minutes spanking me. After cumming, at least some clear thoughts came to my mind and I knew well I was repenting of the words I had addressed him and I was sure I deserved to be spanked. My father was a really open-minded man and did not mind I had cum just as he didn’t mind talking about sex with me sometimes. Why can’t a father and a son talk about sex? That way I knew well that in the last seven years he had scarcely had any sex but curiously he still had some sex with my mother and told me. He did not tell me the details, of course, but I was sure Sue and Richard would always be two good friends, who even today had some sex with each other from time to time.

After slapping my vulnerable ass, he told me.

-You have to be taught a lesson for you have always been disobedient and insolent. So I will punish you a bit more. Wait for me here and don’t dare move or put any briefs on; wait for me as you are.

And then he left the bedroom. I was alone and had begun to ponder, because I was still hard. I couldn’t understand it. Why the hell was I hard and I had even blasted a load before my father? And all that before breakfast! All I knew is that I was feeling curiously good. It had been the first time in my life I had cum before breakfast and my hot open-minded dad had not cared. But I was really remorseful for having told my father some words he had not deserved. He’d always been a perfect father, and also a friend. I knew well he had all the right to punish me and I had the need to be really punished to make amends with that wonderful man, Richard Atterton.

I was meditating all this and all the time hard, wondering how he would punish me now when I perceived again his smell of sweat but this time it was not a nauseating smell. It did not arouse me yet; it was simply that now I didn’t care at all how my sweet father smelled. He came to me then and placed himself at the head of my bed so I was facing him. For the first time I thought that my father was a cute man, even at 45, with his beautiful beard and his beautiful brown eyes. But I saw him holding a dildo in his hand! It was brown. Why had he brought a dildo? And more important, why did my father had a dildo? Could it be that he was gay?

-You’ve made me feel embarrassed as hell this morning, Ted. And now you will first feel uncomfortable just as I felt and I thought of something that will make you totally red. You are lucky that even with my philosophy of life; I would never hurt my own son and will never go as far as raping you or something similar. But you will lick this dildo now as if it were a real dick so you feel some shame. Come on, do it now. –And just then he stuck the dildo in my mouth.

In fact I started licking the dildo then and became quite discomfited. Even being totally red I obeyed my father and was licking that dildo as if my life depended on it, but at the same time I had the need to ask him.

-Dad, why do you have a dildo at home? Are you gay?

-I knew you would ask me that. Well, I’m not gay; never been attracted by a boy; never had sex with a boy or I would have told you.

I believed him

-So why…?

-I will tell you. It was Jackie Melchett who gave me the idea. One day we were having a coffee together and he opened his heart to me. I know I can tell you this for although you are his workmate too, I know you will keep his secret.

-Is Jackie gay then? –I asked still licking the dildo.

-He is not, that’s the first thing he told me. He said “well, Richard, the first thing I have to tell you is that I am not gay, despite what you will hear me say now. Before I die, I wanted to know what the greatest sexual fun for a boy is and I have been so often told: g-spot or prostate stimulation. I don’t like boys so I will never have a real dick in my ass but since I wanted to know that pleasure, one day I was in a sex-shop I had a sudden idea and bought a dildo. And as you can suppose that first day I stuck it into my ass. It hurt but I went on. The sensation was so good that very first day I sensed something similar to g-spot and I shot a load with it. Since that day I stick the dildo in my ass every night before sleep and I have reached g-spot many times. Now you can scorn me if you want.”

-But you know, Ted, I’m really open-minded and of course I didn’t scorn him but indeed congratulated him. And I cannot describe you the pleasure I could see in his eyes when he told me of his nightly experiences with the dildo. And I thought: what the fuck? I also want to know this great experience, for if Jackie has told me the pleasure is supreme, I believe him. And just as he has done, I can try without ever having a real cock up my butt, for I’m not gay or I promise I would take a real dick then. Maybe one day I will try, who knows? For my ass is really opened up now. Yes Ted, your father also bought a dildo and soon was stimulating my prostate with it and the pleasure was so great that I fuck myself with it almost every night. So what do you think of me now, Ted?

-Dad, I’m so ashamed. I have scorned this morning the greatest of persons. You are really brave, dad, and I’m proud to have such a brave father. And believe me: if one day you make up your mind to be fucked by a real dick, you can tell me and I will still like you more.

-Thanks, Ted. Now I still have a thing to do. I’m sorry but I hope you learn a lesson today and never be that insolent again. I will do it and the punishment will be over. You will also feel the dildo up your ass.

I was terrified but never asked him not to do it. My father had the right to punish me today anyway he chose. So he moved the dildo away from my mouth and in a quick movement I felt him taking it to my naked ass and in a single thrust he reached the deepest spots of my ass then and surprisingly I shot a second load. He said.

-Two cums before breakfast. Well, Ted, it is a fact you have always been insolent and disobedient. But one thing I’ll say for you: you have also always been a brave young boy. So now I will only address my brave Ted and I will do whatever you tell me. You can tell me: “dad, please take the dildo from my ass” and I will take it out and your punishment will be over. But you can also tell me: “please, dad, you can keep on fucking me with the dildo” and only if you tell me that, I will thoroughly fuck you a bit more and maybe you know a new pleasure. So what answer will it be, Ted?

I had shot two loads that morning before breakfast. I was discovering Richard Atterton, who was a braver man than I ever thought. I had the surprising discovery to know my father really thought I was brave and indeed I believed I was and what the fuck? The sensation to have my father’s dildo in my ass was hot and now I would show my father what my real desire was, so not thinking I said.

-Please dad, I want you to fuck me with your dildo. It’s been really pleasant and now I want to know if I could cum a third time.

-I knew you were brave, Ted, and you have just shown me your courage, so ok, I’ll fuck you with it and hope you cum a third time. And all this is before breakfast. Have you got anything to say?

-I like you a lot, dad. Your son has cum twice before you and you are not shocked and want to help me cum a third time and of course not raping me at all. Fuck breakfast. I want you to fuck me with the dildo for a long time.

-Does it hurt? –he asked me clearly fucking me now with the dildo. I was moaning.

-Only a bit, dad. Nevertheless I would like you to keep on fucking me with it till I shoot a third load. Oh, I never thought I could cum before breakfast.

-I’ll fuck you more.

And there I was, feeling a magical new experience, enjoying my father’s dildo and sure that sooner or later I would cum again. My father asked me permission to insert it a bit deeper and I said: “please dad, stick it as deep as you want”. I was feeling heaven and had the need to ask my father.

-Dad, I want to ask you: do you only have one dildo?

-I have two. I also have a long black dildo, useful for the moment your asshole is prepared for a longer pleasure tool. Why are you asking?

-I’m sure now, dad, that I would like you to lend me one of your dildos. I want to fuck myself with it sometimes and even reach g-spot. I would also like… -I hesitated then. I could be too cheeky. However I dared tell him- … to see you fucking yourself with it and we could both be fucking each other with a real dildo.

-We could certainly do that, if you like. I was sure you were brave. It’s a real pleasure to notice your courage again. So ok, this brown dildo after now is yours. And if one day you ask me to lend you the long black dildo too, I will do it.

I was feeling heaven but curiously I was not thinking of this experience as something pleasant. I felt it was well-deserved punishment and that morning I became a total freak, desiring punishment, any kind of punishment my father wanted to dish out at me. At the same time I was finding a new disconcerting thought. I had started the morning being disgusted at my father’s smell and later I did not mind at all the way he stank. But now with the pleasure of something similar in my ass to a real cock I was feeling heaven, understood my father wanted me to enter a heaven he was used to entering every day and now my father’s smell became even an arousing smell for me. Instead of crying because of that surprising discovery, and knowing my father thought of me that I was brave, I chose to tell him, not knowing what he would answer.

-Dad, I don’t know what you might think about me now, but I will tell you. Your manly smell is making me horny now.

-I’m not angry at what you have just said. You know I have always thought than many things that are commonly thought to be wrong, are ok for me in certain circumstances. You know that having said that you are horny now at your father’s filthy smell is incest. But I am not shocked. Even incest is ok if two people agree and it’s fun for both. I want you free and I only hope you never have a shock. Maybe tomorrow you won’t feel good for having been hard at your own father. But in case you are still horny, you can always tell me. I knew my son Ted had it in him. He’s really a brave young man.

-Thank you, dad. Your answer has moved me and I want to be the best friend of Richard Atterton’s and make amends. So I beg you please: punish me, dad. I won’t be the disobedient Ted again, I promise.

-I don’t need to punish you more.

-But I really need you to punish me more, even… -maybe I shouldn’t say this now but I was gonna say it nevertheless. I was feeling a new fun being fucked and was totally sure that sooner or later I would need a dick too. I was as open-minded as my father and as my mother. It was something in the Atterton blood- …well, dad, I know you have scarce sex now and I would be willing to become the pleasant Ted now and even be punished with sex. Besides, your masculine aspect as you are somehow fucking me is driving me crazy. So if you want you can even punish me by fucking your own son. After now I will be the pleasing Ted and when I have some free time I can even give you some sexual fun.

-You are too horny with a fake dick now and maybe you will repent soon. I don’t want to rape my son.

-It won’t be rape, dad, I’m asking you. I need to have my ass now filled with something and you could have the fun now of fucking my ass; don’t know if you have ever fucked an ass, dad, or whether you would like to tell me.

-Never fucked an ass. Sue didn’t want to and I had suggested that to no other girl.

-Ok, please dad, punish me any way you choose. I would even like to give you a blowjob. And now, I’m feeling it, dad, I’m cumming, aghhhh!

My third load and not having had a necessary morning coffee, incredible!

-I don’t think I will go as far as fucking you or giving you my dick to suck. I’m really wondering now why you have that sudden need to be punished. You really insulted me an hour ago, but I easily forget, mostly when I think now you even have a good opinion of your father.

-Yes dad. You are wonderful and you smell wonderfully and are still mum’s best friend. So please forget everything I told you. You know before coffee I am not myself and I insulted you and that cannot be repeated.

-But even so no need to be punished with sex. But nevertheless you want to be punished and here’s the punishment. You will be punished for twenty-four hours in which you cannot have any clothes on the whole day. You don’t have to work today, unless you want to work in the carpenter’s workshop naked today next to me or even cook some cakes too with an apron but nothing on.

-Thanks, dad. I would really appreciate that you punish me for 24 hours. I will be totally nude all the time. Anything else?

-One more thing. I think you have really enjoyed the dildo today –I nodded- so you will keep that dildo in your ass for twenty-four hours too. And now you will come to have breakfast with me. As I am preparing coffee and put on the table your last wonderful almond cake you cooked yesterday, you will be waiting for me sitting on a chair and no doubt you will feel the dildo fucking you a bit more. When you are having your coffee you can do something more. You have heard me say that incest is ok in some circumstances but I have to be really convinced that by having some incest with your father you might be enjoying and then I would be just pleasing you, that’s all. Why can we not have some sex together if we both desire it? But I have to be sure that you desire it. So as you are having your coffee and cakes you can, only if you want, jerk yourself off before me and that way maybe you shoot a fourth load. If you do, I want you to tell me exactly what you have felt this morning in your bedroom, all your feelings, whatever they are, repentant feeling or incestuous feeling and I would also like to know why you have that sudden need to be punished.

-Maybe I’m a masochist, dad.

-Maybe. Well, beware now. In case what you tell me makes me horny I will whip my dick out and jack off too before you. And only if you convince me that you have a real need to please your father sexually, when you finish coffee, I might ask you to give me a blowjob.

-Hope you ask me dad, but I’d rather you order me. Remember you are punishing me for twenty-four hours so in that time you can ask me for anything, dad, even to give you some sexual satisfaction. Don’t be afraid and punish me, dad, anyway you choose.

-So are you willing to spend a whole day totally nude and with a dildo in your ass all the time?

-Certainly dad. And I repeat, please take advantage of the fact that you have all the right to punish me a whole day and make me do anything, even sexual things to please you.

-We shall see. Now get up and come to breakfast with me, Ted.

I left my bed then totally nude and with the pleasant dildo still in my ass. Indeed I fucked myself with it a bit before accompanying my father to the kitchen and before sitting while he was preparing our breakfast.