After a longer time a spanking story again. This is set in Alabama. Hope you like it, even though it doesn't involve a minor this time around. ;)
"Are you sure?" Arne Tillmann senior asked his offspring. Arne junior, who had black hair and green eyes, nodded. "Okay." Arne senior, who had more grey than dark hair and grey eyes, handed Arne junior a knife. "Please cut me a switch from the peach tree. I'll expect you in around ten minutes at the stables." Arne junior swallowed visible. He had requested to be spanked by his father, because he felt incredible guilty. Arne junior wanted to frighten one of the guests of his sister. Apollo, a horse, didn't like strangers. Arne knew exactly if the man was approaching Apollo's box, the horse would kick the door. It ended in a disaster. Apollo didn't react as planned. He bit the man. This hadn't been Arne's intention. Arne junior had apologized numerous times and taken the guest to the doctor's. After feeling really bad for a few days, he thought the only way to make him feel better was to pay for his stupidity. He discussed it with his father, who had agreed after hesitating because Arne junior was an adult and hadn't been spanked since he was fourteen. Arne junior had hoped his father would use the belt. The switch really stung and left welts, making sitting down painful for days. Arne junior preferred the other implement. He shrugged. Based on his age and what he had done, he thought it was fair enough.
Arne senior was waiting for Arne junior as promised. He trusted his son was going to choose the right implement. He knew Arne junior disliked the task. Arne senior had been raised that way, and he had continued the tradition that the delinquent had to cut his or her own switch. Arne junior was on time. The switch was 2.5 ft long and around the thickness of Arne's small finger.
While Arne junior had been doing as ordered he had been contemplating why he was in this position. He had never before asked to be spanked and thought he never would.
Arne senior thanked Arne junior and said: "This is your last chance to say no. Are you 100 % sure you want to go ahead?" Arne junior looked his father into the eyes and replied: "Yes." "Fine." Arne senior was torn. He felt odd walloping his twenty five year old son, but on the other side could understand Arne's request. Guilt could eat up somebody and if it brought some kind of relief to Arne, he was the last to refuse.
With a sigh Arne senior said: "Alright. Let's get it over with. I don't think I need to remind you why we are here, so let’s proceed immediately to the punishment." They went to one of the empty boxes. "Okay for the first batch drop your pants, please, bend over and hold on to the bars." Arne senior ordered. It seemed suddenly as hard for Arne junior as for Arne senior to go through with it. Arne junior hesitated a moment, then started to undress. His father took a step back and swished the switch through the air to test. Arne junior barely managed not to shudder. When he was ready he bent over and held on tightly to the bars. His knuckles were white. Arne senior asked: "Are you ready?" Arne junior nodded. He was wearing boxer shorts. The material was thin and didn't offer much protection. Arne junior thought he remembered how much the switch stung. He was wrong. It was worse. Arne senior waited a few seconds between each stroke, so that Arne junior felt each one. Arne junior didn't give in to shouting out his pain yet. He gritted his teeth, held on even tighter to the bars and sometimes stood on his toes or swayed his behind in order to get rid of the horrible burn. Arne senior waited patiently until Arne junior was in position again. The older Arne was quite happy with his son's conduct. Junior had much more self control than when he was a teenager. The father had given five strokes. Earlier Arne would have been crying by now. Arne senior lined up another five. He got a louder reaction. It was harder for Arne junior to stand still and take it. "We have roughly reached half point, son." Arne senior said. When Arne and his sisters had been smaller, they always got the same number of lashes or strokes as they were old in years. Arne junior guessed it hadn't changed. What had he lead himself into? Arne wasn't sure how he was going to be able to take the rest. After the twelfth cut Arne senior pulled the boxers down to just above Arne junior's knees. Arne junior felt a cold draft of air on his bare skin. It was soothing on his hot skin. Unfortunately it also meant the last and hardest part of his punishment was going to start. The next strokes were so painful Arne junior stamped with his feet and grunted. The movement caused his boxer shorts to slide down to his ankles. After the twentieth cut Arne broke down. He was crying freely and hanging limply on to the bars. It hurt so much. Arne needed a while to realize his punishment was over. Arne senior had dropped the switch and was stroking Arne's back in soft circles. "It's over. Cry it out, boy. I love you, no matter what you do..." When Arne had calmed down a bit, his father offered to get him cream. Arne wanted it badly. The cream was balsam on the tortured skin. He felt drained and in pain, but also lighter and less guilty. Soon Arne senior was back and treating Arne's very sore bottom. It always surprised Arne junior how soft his father's hands could be. "I hope you have learned something, Arne, and I won't have to repeat the action from today." Arne junior never felt the need again to ask for a whipping.
"Are you sure?" Arne Tillmann senior asked his offspring. Arne junior, who had black hair and green eyes, nodded. "Okay." Arne senior, who had more grey than dark hair and grey eyes, handed Arne junior a knife. "Please cut me a switch from the peach tree. I'll expect you in around ten minutes at the stables." Arne junior swallowed visible. He had requested to be spanked by his father, because he felt incredible guilty. Arne junior wanted to frighten one of the guests of his sister. Apollo, a horse, didn't like strangers. Arne knew exactly if the man was approaching Apollo's box, the horse would kick the door. It ended in a disaster. Apollo didn't react as planned. He bit the man. This hadn't been Arne's intention. Arne junior had apologized numerous times and taken the guest to the doctor's. After feeling really bad for a few days, he thought the only way to make him feel better was to pay for his stupidity. He discussed it with his father, who had agreed after hesitating because Arne junior was an adult and hadn't been spanked since he was fourteen. Arne junior had hoped his father would use the belt. The switch really stung and left welts, making sitting down painful for days. Arne junior preferred the other implement. He shrugged. Based on his age and what he had done, he thought it was fair enough.
Arne senior was waiting for Arne junior as promised. He trusted his son was going to choose the right implement. He knew Arne junior disliked the task. Arne senior had been raised that way, and he had continued the tradition that the delinquent had to cut his or her own switch. Arne junior was on time. The switch was 2.5 ft long and around the thickness of Arne's small finger.
While Arne junior had been doing as ordered he had been contemplating why he was in this position. He had never before asked to be spanked and thought he never would.
Arne senior thanked Arne junior and said: "This is your last chance to say no. Are you 100 % sure you want to go ahead?" Arne junior looked his father into the eyes and replied: "Yes." "Fine." Arne senior was torn. He felt odd walloping his twenty five year old son, but on the other side could understand Arne's request. Guilt could eat up somebody and if it brought some kind of relief to Arne, he was the last to refuse.
With a sigh Arne senior said: "Alright. Let's get it over with. I don't think I need to remind you why we are here, so let’s proceed immediately to the punishment." They went to one of the empty boxes. "Okay for the first batch drop your pants, please, bend over and hold on to the bars." Arne senior ordered. It seemed suddenly as hard for Arne junior as for Arne senior to go through with it. Arne junior hesitated a moment, then started to undress. His father took a step back and swished the switch through the air to test. Arne junior barely managed not to shudder. When he was ready he bent over and held on tightly to the bars. His knuckles were white. Arne senior asked: "Are you ready?" Arne junior nodded. He was wearing boxer shorts. The material was thin and didn't offer much protection. Arne junior thought he remembered how much the switch stung. He was wrong. It was worse. Arne senior waited a few seconds between each stroke, so that Arne junior felt each one. Arne junior didn't give in to shouting out his pain yet. He gritted his teeth, held on even tighter to the bars and sometimes stood on his toes or swayed his behind in order to get rid of the horrible burn. Arne senior waited patiently until Arne junior was in position again. The older Arne was quite happy with his son's conduct. Junior had much more self control than when he was a teenager. The father had given five strokes. Earlier Arne would have been crying by now. Arne senior lined up another five. He got a louder reaction. It was harder for Arne junior to stand still and take it. "We have roughly reached half point, son." Arne senior said. When Arne and his sisters had been smaller, they always got the same number of lashes or strokes as they were old in years. Arne junior guessed it hadn't changed. What had he lead himself into? Arne wasn't sure how he was going to be able to take the rest. After the twelfth cut Arne senior pulled the boxers down to just above Arne junior's knees. Arne junior felt a cold draft of air on his bare skin. It was soothing on his hot skin. Unfortunately it also meant the last and hardest part of his punishment was going to start. The next strokes were so painful Arne junior stamped with his feet and grunted. The movement caused his boxer shorts to slide down to his ankles. After the twentieth cut Arne broke down. He was crying freely and hanging limply on to the bars. It hurt so much. Arne needed a while to realize his punishment was over. Arne senior had dropped the switch and was stroking Arne's back in soft circles. "It's over. Cry it out, boy. I love you, no matter what you do..." When Arne had calmed down a bit, his father offered to get him cream. Arne wanted it badly. The cream was balsam on the tortured skin. He felt drained and in pain, but also lighter and less guilty. Soon Arne senior was back and treating Arne's very sore bottom. It always surprised Arne junior how soft his father's hands could be. "I hope you have learned something, Arne, and I won't have to repeat the action from today." Arne junior never felt the need again to ask for a whipping.
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