Date: Wed, 17 Jun 2020 21:30:24 +0200 From: Hairy Beefy Beast Subject: chapter 27 of 'my father the whore This story is an entirely fictional work of adult erotic fantasy, involving consensual sexual relations between related persons. Copyright me 2020. If you're under the age of majority in your jurisdiction, please come back when you're of legal age. Nifty is free service that depends on your donations to survive. Please help them to keep providing this awesome resource for all of us by giving at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Email HairyBeefyBeast@gmail.com , by all means e-mail me with suggestions for the next chapter. If there are stories that you love let me know and give me some reading suggestions --------------------------------- The next day I get back from school, father where are you? In the library, I hear his booming voice repeat. You see what I did not tell you all is that father despite the fact that he is a whore and looks like a gorilla he also loves to read. He reads a lot in between clients. Hey father, what's up? What's up, and while he repeats my question he gets up from the chair. Come here son, I had a phone call from one of your teachers. He looks at me and is completely silent for what seemed like forever. FUCK, he knows I have been skipping school. Why do you lie to me son? Why do you pretend to go to school when you don't? What do you do every morning? I open my mouth to come up with some explanation, that I actually don't really have. But father stops me. Quiet son, no need to lie to me. I can tell when you are going to lie. With that he walks back to the chair and sits down. Oh fuck, he's sexy even when he is angry at me. Those tight gym shorts that bulge at the front and the back over his enormous muscle ass is something to admire. He sits down, and his tank top is so small that it actually looks like he is bare chested. His right hand goes towards the little drawer in the side table and open it. Oh fuck, I'm indeed in deep trouble. I know what is in there, his cigars. HIS CIGARS you think? How will that bring me in trouble you think. Well... Father almost never has to discipline me, but when he is really angry he spanks me while he smokes a cigar. I don't know what the cigar has to do with it but he smokes one while he spanks me. He grabs one, it's a very thick Asylum #13 70x7. Sits back and says, you know what coming don't you? Yes father I do and I remain silent and stay there awaiting orders. He grabs his Cohiba torch, it's a bright yellow one and starts to light the cigar. I know Ill be punished but the way father lights the cigar would even turn on an ice sculpture. After about 60 seconds of some flames and lots of smoke father puts the torch away and pads his lap. I know what to do, so I undress completely and I walk over to father. He looks up and tells me, son this will hurt you more then me. And gives me this big smile. But you need to be disciplined for not what you do instead of going to school, but for not telling me what you do. Understood? Yes father. How many blows do you think your betrayal of trust should be? I look father straight in the eyes and say, `Father my apologies, I have indeed betrayed your trust' I think about it for a few seconds and say the number. One hundred slaps on my ass father, I deserve 100 slaps. I agree father answers, and with that I lay down over his lap ass up. SMAK One I count out loud SMAK Two SMAK Three SMAK Four SMAK Five SMAK SIX SMAK TEVEN SMAK nine WHAT! Sorry father Eight SMAK nine SMAK ten .... SMAK thirty My ass is not starting to burn and it must look really red. Afterall, father is spanking me with his bare hands that are wide thick strong calused and are so hard that they feel like a wooden paddle. It takes a few seconds before father continues, In the mirror I can see myself lying over fathers lap. Fuck he is so big and wide. He lifts his left hand and puts the cigar in his mouth, he fills his mouth with the smoke and savors it for a few seconds, then while slowly releasing the smoke from his mouth he goes on. SMAK thirty one SMAK thirty two .. .. SMAK thirty seven. Here son he places the cigar in front of my mouth and I fill my mouth with the smoke. Fuck I love to do this. Share a cigar with father while he spanks me. Unfortunately he only spanks me when he is angry at me. I tried to have some spank sessions with him but he refuses to do it. Son, the spanking is really only to discipline. After a few seconds I blow the smoke out SMAK thirty eight .. .. .. .. SMAK sixty. Son your ass looks all deep red and will turn purple in a few blows. What should we do? I know what father is thinking, Father I suggest you give me the remaining 40 in 2 days so that my ass won't turn purple and turn customers off. Father agrees with me, and I get off his lap. I turn around and I give father a big hug. As I want to walk away he asks `were you going?' I look surprised, he gets up and goes sit on the floor with his back against a wall. Come sit in front of me between my legs. I do just that and lean with my back against his muscle belly and chest. Now he says let's enjoy the cigar together. And with that he says `ok google turn the closed sign off at the gym' I relax and know we will be there for a few hours before we have finished the cigar. We chat and have a great time together, extremely relaxed we smoke the cigar.