Date: Fri, 6 Dec 2002 13:00:56 -0800 (PST) From: E Scheib Subject: Turning the Tables- Pt. 1 Authors Note: All of the typical disclaimers apply. If you are not an adult, you shouldn't be on this site. This is a story(s) that is pure fiction. If others have real-life experiences similar, or similar fantasies, the author would like to hear from you. Hope that you enjoy! Turning the Tables- Pt. 1 I grew up in a very strict household in Southern California, and was subjected to spankings at the hands of my father until I moved out of the house at 23, after completing college. Although I protested greatly that I was too old to be spanked, Dad would always reply that one was never too old to be spanked, and that if I were to remain living in his house, I would have to follow his rules. When I misbehaved, I was spanked. End of story. He was true to his word! Being subjected to spankings as a teenager and adult was very humiliating. It also hurt very much. Dad used his hand only, but a spanking was never over until I was sobbing like a baby. Afterwards, I would seethe and fantasize that I could dish out some of the punishment instead of being on the receiving end all the time. I never expected this scenario would ever come to fruition, which made it that much more satisfying when it did. Let me explain. I am now 36 and have a good career that I worked very hard to advance at. I have been able to invest and save much for someone my age and should be able to retire at 55, if I choose to. I have a beautiful condo near the beach. I was very happy with my life, when circumstances warranted Dad moving in with me. I was not happy about my perfect little world being disrupted, especially due to the circumstances. Dad is now in his late 50's and is in very good shape for a man his age. Being an ex-Navy man, he has stayed interested in physical fitness his whole life. After Mom died of a heart attack several years earlier, Dad's life unraveled quickly. He began hitting the bottle and Vegas frequently. He retired sooner than he should've, because he lost interest in working. After his 2nd DUI in the past few years, he lost his drivers license for a year. He found himself in some serious financial troubles due to the drinking and gambling. He was feeling guilty and irresponsible when he called me one day at work and asked if he could come for dinner. He wanted to talk about something important. We agreed to meet on Saturday night and bar-b-que some steaks. He arrived at 5 sharp. I was at the door when I saw the cab pull up. Although I could tell that he had already had several drinks previously, I opened us each a beer. We had a few more while chit-chatting and then had a nice steak dinner. Although he was talkative throughout, I could tell that he was nervous about whatever he had come to talk about. It was finally time for us to talk. "OK, Dad", I questioned. "What's up?" "Well...", he paused. "I have to sell the house and want to know if I can move in here with you for a bit?" I wasn't expecting that! I said nothing for a bit and was thinking about what it would mean to my life, living with Dad again. "You don't have to answer me now", he stated. "Just think about it." We talked for awhile longer, and he explained what was going on. The gambling, drinking and lawyers fees for the DUI's had cut into his savings quite a bit. Without a drivers license for at least a year, the area where he lived was inconvenient for getting around. Plus, the house reminded him of Mom all of the time. At my place, everything was within walking distance. He also had some issues with the IRS due to the gambling and needed to pay them a significant amount. I felt sorry for him and told him to give me a few days to think about it. He agreed, and I called him a cab and he left. I decided to take a walk on the beach, to clear my head and think about things. Of course, I was going to let him move in. He's my father. I thought about renting him a place nearby. I had the money, but knew that Dad would never go for it. He has too much pride to take money from his son. As I continued walking, I began to think of rules and conditions that he would have to agree to and follow, if I allowed him to move in with me. Then it hit me, and I stopped dead in my tracks. When he didn't follow the rules, there would have to be consequences. I would treat him the same way that I was treated when I was living in his house. Obey or be spanked! I ran home and called Dad on his cell phone. I told him to come back to the house on Sunday afternoon and we would discuss rules and conditions for him moving in. He agreed. I then went to my computer and, over several hours, typed up a contract for him to sign if he agreed to the terms and conditions. I went to bed, but slept restlessly. I was looking forward to Sunday afternoon. Dad arrived in time for the 1:00 football game, and we drank some beers and watched the game. It was time for us to have our talk before getting a pizza for dinner. I had just enough of a buzz to help with my nervousness. I started the conversation. "OK, Dad", I said. "Although I understand the situation that you find yourself in, it doesn't change the fact that you have been undisciplined and irresponsible since Mom died." "I know", Dad conceded. His face took on an expression of embarrassment with my comment. "I miss Mom, too", I continued. "And I cannot imagine how hard it has been for you." "It's been hard", Dad stated. "But, that doesn't excuse you for the poor judgment and mistakes that you have made", I scolded. "I know", Dad conceded again. "You're lucky that Jim is such a good lawyer, or you probably would've had to do some jail time because of the 2nd DUI", I reminded him. "I know", he replied once again. I had him right where I wanted him. "You won't be so lucky if there is a 3rd one!", I stated forcefully. "There will not be a 3rd one, right?" "No sir", he responded. "I will never drink and drive again" "Alright", I replied. "I have written a contract and an addendum that I want you to sign and agree to, regarding the rules of the house. Lets discuss them." For the next 20 minutes or so, we went over the contract. It was fair and nothing in it overbearing. He basically would agree to turn over his finances to me, until such a time that all debts were paid and he had demonstrated that he was able to be responsible for them again. I, in turn, would make sure all of the bills and debts were paid each month and would invest monies to build his savings up again. He would receive an allowance each month. For extra money, he would take a p/t job in town. I wasn't going to have a couch potato living in my house. He agreed to all of this easily, as Mom had been the financial expert in the marriage and Dad would be relieved to not have those responsibilities anymore. I also included a provision that he attend at least one AA meeting a week, and one Gamblers Anonymous meeting a week. He was only allowed 3 trips to Vegas a year, with no credit cards and an agreed upon gambling amount between us, depending on the state of his financial affairs. He protested a lot about these issues, but in the end agreed and initialed each line item in the contract. The final clauses were about chores. He agreed to those clauses easily. Now came the addendum, which contained the consequences of not following the contract. During our discussion, Dad had enquired several times about the references to the consequences, and I told him that we would discuss that last. This was the moment. I opened another beer, as I was getting quite nervous again. I took a deep breathe and decided I had nothing to lose, at that point. "When I was living with you and Mom, you were very strict regarding following the rules of the house, were you not?", I questioned. "Yes", he replied slowly. Dad had begun to realize what the consequences would entail. "What was the result when I broke the rules?", I continued. "I spanked you.", he replied. "You don't expect..." he started, but I cut him off. "Yes, I do!" I scolded. "There was never any gray area, Dad. If I wanted to live in your house, I had to follow the rules. If I didn't, I got spanked, right." "Yes, but.." He stammered. "No buts Dad!", I continued. "This is my house, and if you want to live here, you will follow the rules. When you don't, you will receive a spanking. Understood!" "But I'm almost 60 years old", he pleaded. "I'm too old to be treated like a child." "Ah, yes.", I gloated. "I remember making the same age arguments when I felt I was too old to be spanked. Do you remember what your reply always was?" "Yes", he conceded. "And what was that", I asked. "That one was never too old to benefit from a good, sound spanking", he sighed. "That's right", I concluded. "This is not open for discussion. If you want to live here, you will sign this addendum and agree to spankings when you do not follow the rules." "You think about it some", I stated. "I'm going to walk down to the pizza place and get us our pizza. I'll be back in about a half hour." I left, but my heart was beating a mile a minute. Would he agree? I hoped so, but not just for revenge. The rules would be good for him. He needed the direction back in his life. I would let him move in either way, but I hoped that he didn't realize that and call my bluff. With that card off the table, I would have no way of enforcing the rules which were in his best interest. I ordered our pizza and waited for it. When I arrived back at the condo, Dad handed me the signed addendum. He didn't call my bluff! "Here son", he said. "I thought about it while you were gone, and begrudgingly admit that you are doing the right thing. I have been acting like a child for quite some time now, and deserve to be punished like one. Hell, if I was in your position, I would've spanked me several years ago after the first DUI!", he admitted. "I'll just have to follow all of the rules, so it doesn't ever happen. Right...?", he smiled. "Not exactly, Dad", I replied. "I've thought along those same lines and do wish that I would've done this earlier. So, you will get a spanking tonight before bed. I've bought pajamas and toiletries for you in your new bedroom and you will sleep over tonight. You have clothes there already for tomorrow. In the morning, we have an appointment with my broker to list the house. I'm taking the day off of work." "Shit!", was all that he could reply. The rest of the evening, we watched tv, drank beer and ate pizza. At around 10 p.m., I instructed Dad to bathe and get ready for bed. When he was done, he was to call me to his room, to receive his spanking. He was going to get spanked the same way that I always was, before bedtime. At about 10:45, Dad called from upstairs for me to come spank him. While walking up the stairs, I was surprisingly calm. I entered the room to find Dad sitting nervously on his bed. The pleadings started. "Come on Mike, I'll be good from now on, I promise. I haven't been spanked for over 40 years. Please, please don't spank me!" I said nothing. I placed the straight back desk chair in the middle of the room, sat down in it, and motioned Dad over. I noticed that he had a bit of a bulge in his pajama bottoms and chuckled inside at his embarrassment. (Although I was also getting a hard-on) After a few moments, he came over and stood to the right of me. I unsnapped his pajama bottoms and guided him across my lap. What a sight to behold! There was my fathers nice white ass across my lap, waiting to be spanked. I thought that I was dreaming. It was time to start. "OK, Dad", I stated. "You know the rules. You will be spanked to tears, until I am convinced that you have been sufficiently punished. No amount of pleading and carrying on will end your spanking until I am satisfied. Trying to escape or protesting too much, will warrant another spanking tomorrow night, and every night until such behavior is curtailed. Do you understand?" "Yes", he sheepishly replied "Yes, what", I scolded. "You will treat me with the proper respect when I am punishing you." "Yes, SIR!", he replied. SMACK! Dad yelped. He must've forgotten what it feels like to be on the receiving end of a spanking. I stopped for a few moments to notice the red mark on his round ass. Then, I began again. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "Drinking and driving", I scolded. "You SHOULD know better than to drink and drive!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "Ohhhh! Ouch! Please Stop!" he pleaded. "I'll be good. I promise to be good!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "Damn right you will behave!", I lectured. "Or you will find yourself in this position often! Do YOU understand ME!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "Ouuccchhh... Yes,...yes, sir", he answered. "I promise that I will obey. I promise!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! On and on it went. I continued to scold and spank, and he continued to apologize. Dad is a big, tough guy; but, I knew that I had him close to tears. Then, it finally happened. "What would Mom think of the way you have been living your life?", I demanded. "She's probably spinning in her grave!!!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "I'm sooooooo sorry!", he sobbed. That was the last legible words that came out of his mouth for the rest of his spanking, although the spanking continued for several more minutes. Dad just gasped and cried. It took him a few seconds after the spanking was done before he realized it. He continued to lay over my lap until he regained his composure. I helped him up and he was no longer hard! He gave me a hug and promised to behave. "Now, go get the lotion from the bathroom and get back over my lap", I ordered. "I'm going to be nicer than you ever were to me and rub some lotion on your bare bottom." "Yes, sir", he replied. To Be Continued