Date: Wed, 16 Oct 2013 19:06:21 -0600
From: Weston Clark <westieclark@gmail.com>
Subject: A Memorable Spanking (Gay Male Incest)

A friend asked me to submit the following semi-autobiographical story to
the Nifty Archive. It is fiction and did not occur as described:

When I was 13, my mom had gotten sick and was hospitalized. It was late
Summer and I was back in school.  My dad was a Naval officer and was away
from home on shore duty. Dad came home on emergency leave for a few weeks
to look after me and my mother.  My dad had always been fairly stern and
serious about things and strict with me.  I respected him but I was always
careful to try not to cross him.  When he made rules he expected them to be
kept or there would be consequences.  My mother was far more lenient butt
Dad had always told me to mind her and not to make her life any more
difficult than it was with him away from home. It was a difficult time for
both my dad and myself, but we got along well.

We lived in a large old house that had belonged to my mother's family since
it was built in the late 1800's.  It was near the center of town and it was
a great place for a boy to grow up, with a large yard, a creepy cellar, a
musty attic and lots of little nooks and crannies to hide in and play.

Earlier in the Summer my parents and I had taken a trip to Florida and
during a stop at a filling station, I spotted a vending machine in the
Men's room that dispensed condoms.  I knew what they were, but I'd never
had access to them, of course.  So I put two quarters together in the slot,
turned the crank and a little cellophane packet dropped into the tray of
the machine.  I hid it in my pocket and later on I opened it and examined
the contents.  It excited me to think that this little rolled up piece of
powdered latex was designed to be used on a man's penis.  I  got a huge
erection as I imagined using it.  So when I had an opportunity, I put it on
and masturbated with it. I loved the sensation of it, and it seemed vaguely
'dirty' to me to do something like that.  I was fascinated at how my semen
looked inside the tip of the condom and when I removed it I continued to
gaze at it and the contents.

I had always been very curious around the house and at some point during my
dad's stay I was left to my own devices there while he went to sit with my
mother at the hospital.  I always thought my dad smelled good and I liked
sniffing of his deodorant and after shave lotion.  I sneaked into my
parent's room and found my dad's shaving kit which contained all of his
toiletries.  As I prowled though the contents I found at the bottom of the
bag a little packet.  When I looked at it, I realized that it contained
several Trojan brand condoms in little paper packets.  My heart skipped a
beat, especially as I thought of my dad actually using them himself.  I had
never imagined that he would have anything like that at all.

I suppose I must have thought that with my mother away and ill that Dad
probably wouldn't be using them, so in an oblivious moment of youthful
folly, I slipped the box into my pocket and returned the other contents to
the kit and zipped it as I had found it.

My bedroom was next to my mother and dad's and it connected to a large
'sleeping porch' over the kitchen.  There was a little passageway between
my room and the sleeping porch that served as my clothes closet as well.
It was windowless and was lined with cedar bead board. The smell of it
was a little musty but also sweet and pungent.  As a little boy I liked to
play in there.  I had an old cigar box at the bottom of another large box
that contained my out-of-season clothing.  The cigar box contained things
that I treasured as a boy, like pretty rocks and snail shells but also some
things that I didn't want anyone to know I had like some cigarettes and
matches I'd swiped.  I pulled the box out of it's hiding place and placed
the condom box into it and returned the cigar box to my secret hiding
place.  I planned to use them when I masturbated because I enjoyed my first
experience so much.

When my father returned from the hospital, he and I made supper together
and ate.  All I could think of was the condoms that were waiting for my use
and I hoped to have an opportunity that evening to do so especially since
it was a Friday night and I didn't have to go to school the next day.  My
dad loved to drink beer at night and I suppose because he was deeply
worried about my mother he drank a little more than usual that evening.
After the evening news on TV he got up and began turning out lights which
was my signal to go upstairs and get ready for bed.  When we went upstairs
Dad said goodnight and went into their bedroom and closed the door.  The
bathroom we used was the one directly opposite my bedroom door.  There was
another bathroom upstairs which Mama referred to as 'the men's room'
because it was the one used by her father and the men in the family when
she was a child.  But we reserved it for visitors, mostly, because the
shower sprayed too much water onto the floor and  made a mess.

I cleaned up and brushed my teeth then went to my room, reading a comic
book in my pajamas in bed and waiting until I could hear my dad snoring as
he always did at the beginning of his sleep.  Before long I could hear my
dad sawing logs in the next room so I got up quietly and went into the
little hallway closet.  As I grew into puberty and adolescence I used the
hallway less for play and more for playing with myself.  This was partly
due to the fact that my bedroom shared one wall with my parent's room and I
was afraid of being heard and also because I liked the utter darkness and
quiet of the hall.  I found that my masturbation fantasies deepened with so
little distraction I could more easily visualize the many things that
excited my young libido.  I very quietly closed the door behind me and
turned on the pull-chain light overhead. I retrieved my little treasure
cigar box, opened the lid and pulled out one of the condoms.

My heart was pounding as I opened the paper package.  In those days condoms
were either plain or powdered.  It turned out that these were the plain
variety so as I looked at it, I figured out which direction it was rolled.
I took off both my pajama top and pants and unrolled the condom over the
head and shaft of my throbbing hard young penis.  I was still standing as I
did this and looked with excitement at the appearance of my penis enrobed
in the latex sheath.  I reached up and turned out the light then sprawled
myself out on the chilly pine floor.  My head was spinning with arousal as
I took my penis inn my hand and began to stoke myself slowly.  I savored
the sensation of the condom sliding gently over the flesh of my penis and
got very caught up in what can only be described as an experience in sheer
sensual pleasure.  I began to pull and tug at my penis more fully and
faster and I could feel the familiar wave of pleasure building in my body.

Then suddenly without warning, the door of the hallway flew open.  I could
see my dad's silhouette standing in the doorway.  I had forgotten to turn
off my reading lamp and to lock the door!  Apparently Dad had gotten up to
go to the bathroom and saw my light on.  He often would come in and tell me
to turn my light off and go to sleep, so when he saw I wasn't in my bed I
assume he thought to look in the hallway to see where I was.  He was
barefoot in his skivvy shorts and wearing nothing else.

 I immediately jumped up from the floor and went dashing into my room,
pushing past Dad.  I went to the edge of the bed and put my hands over my
genitals.  With my knees tightly together, my still firm penis squeezed
between them I hunkered over in alarm and shame.  My dad turned on the
light in the hallway then returned to my room holding the little package
the condom had come from.

"What were you doing in there, Jimmy?," he asked.

"Nothing." I replied.  He obviously knew what I'd been up to.

"Oh, for Christ's sake, Jimmy," he yelled, "Where the hell did you get
this?"

He held the package out toward me in the palm of his hand.  I looked up
then shrugged.

"Jesus Christ!," he bellowed, "Where did you get it?"

"I'm sorry, Dad!" I said and began to whimper.

"You stand up here right this second and look me in the eye.  Tell me where
you got this."

I stood up.  By then my penis was soft and shrinking but the condom was
still on it.  I held my hands in front of myself.

"What the hell are you hiding, young man?  Move your hands," he demanded.

I dropped my hands to my sides and Dad looked straight down at my genitals.

"Take that Goddam thing off and hand it to me!"

I pulled the condom off and held it out to my dad.  He swiped it from my
hand and took a cursory glance at it.

"Now tell me where you got this."

"I'm sorry, Dad...I took it from your shaving kit."

I could see my dad's face turning red with anger.  I had been warned many
times in my life never to prowl through anyone's private property and had
been punished several times over the years for doing so.

"Goddammit, Jimmy!  How many goddamn times have I told you to never go into
our room and never look through our things?  How many times?," he screamed.

I looked down to the floor.  Not only was I ashamed of taking the condoms
but I was naked and had been caught masturbating.

"Is this the only one or are there others?"

"I took the whole box," I admitted sheepishly.

"Where are they?  Give them to me," he commanded.

I went into the closet and got the rest of them from the cigar box.  Dad
stood in the doorway and watched me.

"Why would you want to use these things like that?  That's not what they
are for, you understand?," he asked.

I nodded and handed the packet to Dad..

"Dammit, Son, I'm going to teach you once and for all never to steal from
me again, you understand?"

I nodded.

"Go get my belt!"

I froze.  I had been spanked throughout my life and even paddled.  Only one
time I had gotten the belt, and it hurt so bad I never wanted it again.

"Now, Jimmy!" he hollered.

I felt numb all over but I slinked down the hall into my parent's room.
Dad's trousers were draped over a chair with his belt still in the loops.
I pulled it out and crept back into my room where my dad was waiting, his
hands akimbo.

"Hand it to me, Jim," he said as he extended his arm, palm open.

I placed the belt in his hand and he wrapped his thick fingers over it.

"Turn around here, Jim and grab your knees," he commanded.  This was the
position I had always taken when my dad spanked me.

I simply remember the sense of humiliation I felt as I turned my bare rear
end toward him and bent over.  He placed one hand on my back and then
without warning I felt the sting of his belt across my buttocks.  Nothing
had ever smarted and stung as that first swiped felt.  Then another and
several more.  I believe he must have given me seven or eight hard licks
with it.  Then he took his hand off my back and it stopped.

"Turn around here," he said more calmly.

I was still shaking and my bottom was burning as if I'd backed into a hot
radiator.

"Do you think you have had enough?"

"Yes, sir," I replied.

"Enough to stay the hell out of my things?"

"Yes, Sir."

"And for God's sake, Jimmy, stop playing with yourself like that, it's a
bad habit.  And for Christ's sake don't let your mother catch you at it."

He picked condom and it's wrapper from the edge of my bed where he had put
it down, then turned and walked out of my room, closing the door behind
himself.

I went into the closet and picked up my pajamas from the floor where I'd
thrown them.  I picked them up and turned out the light.  Before I put them
back on, though I went to my dresser and turned around to see my buttocks
in the mirror.  There were red stripes across the flesh and it still stung.

After I was back in bed and turned out my reading lamp, I had trouble going
to sleep.  I was still flush with shame at being caught playing with myself
and for stealing.  I finally drifted off to sleep and the next day my dad
was still a little cool to me but said nothing of the incident.

I waited quite a few days before I masturbated again, and when I did it was
when I was alone in the house.  I went to my bedroom and pulled my blue
jeans down around my thighs, lying on my bed.  I was so 'past-due for a
session that I felt rushed.  But as I did it I could hear my dad saying
that it was a bad habit.  I began to think about that night and how dad had
caught me then punished me.  I couldn't get it out of my mind but I was
visualizing my dad standing there in his underwear.  I could see the anger
in his eyes and hear it in his voice.  I remembered bending over naked in
front of my dad and his hand touching my back.

I got up off the bed and took off all my clothing, then went over to the
place in the room where Dad had given me the belt.  I closed my eyes and
bent over just as I had for dad.  I imagined he was standing beside me as
he had, and I imagined him raising his belt to me.  I began jerking my
penis wildly as I relived the spanking in my mind and I had probably the
most powerful ejaculation I had experienced since I had had my very first
one.  The semen squirted onto the floor with loud splats and there seemed
to be more of it than usual.

Afterward I felt guilty and dirty in a way I never had before.  As I
cleaned up the mess I'd made on the floor I promised myself I'd never do it
that way again.  And for several more days I abstained from masturbation.

Since that time I have probably masturbated hundreds of times thinking of
that incident so long ago.  The guilt disappeared many years ago but the
erotic excitement of it has endured to this day.