Lawrence Tomkins rolled over in bed and look at the alarm clock. The large LCD display read 3:12 A.M. He couldn't believe how inconsiderate his son was. Yes, it was true that Brad was 19 years old and off at college but, he was now home for a few days over Christmas break. Lawrence had informed him that while he was visiting him Brad was expected to follow the same rules he had followed before going off to college. And that meant a 1:00 A.M. curfew.
As Lawrence lay there stewing he saw headlights pass by his bedroom window. Since he lived on a relatively private street he thought this might be Brad. Since Lawrence slept in the nude he stood off to the side of the window and peaked out the side of the curtain so no one outside would see his nakedness.
The passenger side front door opened and out stepped Brad. He was smiling and Lawrence couldn't help but notice how much Brad looked like him at that age. And it was true never had a father and son looked so much alike--same sandy brown hair, same dark eyes, and the same muscular physique. While Brad's build came from working out to compete as a college wrestler Lawrence came from his days as a college football hero. And Lawrence worked hard to maintain this build even at 42. There was one other attribute Brad and his father shared, their big bubble butts. When they walked down the street together heads turned and mouths dropped. All the ladies and most of the men wanted them. And the men that didn't want them wanted to be them.
Brad made his up the walk and Lawrence grabbed his white mid thigh length cotton bathrobe from the hook on the back of his bedroom door as he exited the room. It was late December and Lawrence felt a chill as he pulled the robe on covering his huge ass. His big cheeks bounced from side to side as he hurried down the stairs. He finished tying the robe as he reached the bottom of the stairs. The front door opened and in walked Brad.
"Oh, hi ya, Dad. You still up?"
"Of course I'm still up!' snapped Lawrence. "Do you know the time?"
"Look Dad I'm sorry, time got away from but, I haven't seen the guys in months. You know how it is. No big deal," said Brad casually as he headed for the kitchen, his big round ass bouncing in his tight jeans as he did so.
"No big deal!" exclaimed Lawrence heading off after his son. "When you’re in my house you show respect! You could have called!"
Okay, next time. I promise. I don't see what the big deal is I am 19 years old. You can calm down a little," said Brad opening the refrigerator and pulling out a diet soda.
That did it. That something inside of you that keeps you rational snapped inside Lawrence. He couldn't believe the disrespect his son was showing him. Lawrence had been a good father. He practically raised Brad alone when his mother ran off and he wouldn't be talked to like this. "That's it!" I am still your father! I pay your school bills and you are in my home! Upstairs now, young man!" And with that he grabbed the soft drink from Brad's hand and slammed it down on the kitchen table.
"Young man?" thought Brad. "Wow he must be mad." So without hesitation Brad went straight up to his room, his massive cheeks bouncing in his jeans as he climbed the stairs.
Lawrence followed close behind. His short robe was riding up in the back as he made his way upstairs exposing the bottom part of his firm round ass flesh. Once inside Brad's room Lawrence adjusted his robe and sat on the edge of Brad's bed. "I'm furious, Brad. You have shown me no respect and have behaved like a child so that's how you'll be treated."
"What do you mean?" asked Brad suspiciously.
"I'm gonna spank your ass like I did when you were a child!"
"No, no, no.", said Brad waving his hands and moving backwards.
Lawrence grew red with anger, "We can do this the hard way or the easy way but either way that big ass of yours will be over my knee. If it's the hard way let's just say you'll have to find a way to pay for your own schooling."
Brad hadn't seen his father this angry since his high school graduation when he mooned the whole crowd. Lawrence had charged the stage and dragged Brad from it with his big melons hanging out for all to see. So Brad knew his Dad meant business therefore he reluctantly went over his lap. "No," said Lawrence. "I said like when you were a child. Get those pants off!"
Brad turned red as a tomato, "Come on, Dad, no! Please!"
Mr. Tomkins was getting angrier by the moment. "The hard way or the easy way, Bradley?"
"Can't we just do this over my jeans?" pleaded Brad.
"What's the big deal!?", asked his father. "You run around the house in your underwear all the time."
"I know but well..." hesitated Brad. "I just..."
"Enough!", yelled Lawrence. "Drop 'em! And if you say one more word I'll consider this the hard way."
Brad gulped. What else could he do. If his Dad stopped paying for his schooling he'd have to drop out. If only he hadn't been such a smart ass. He could apologize but his dad said, "Not another word!" He had no choice. He could feel his face get hot from embarrassment but began to undress anyway. He pulled off his sneakers slowly--then his socks. There really was no reason for Brad to remove his socks but he thought that if his Dad saw him obey that maybe he would change his mind about the spanking. So he figured the more time he took the more chance for his Dad to reconsider.
Brad was embarrassed about having to strip in front of his father. But he was more embarrassed about what he was wearing underneath. Brad had chosen this day to wear a skimpy red thong and he really didn't want to parade around in front of his dad in it. While it was true that Brad did run around in his underwear when in the house he certainly never did it in a thong.
The stall didn't seem to be working; his Father just sat there in his bathrobe watching Brad disrobe. This was it Brad undid his belt and pulled it from the loops. He then slowly unbuttoned his pants. He then went for the zipper hoping that Lawrence would stop him but he didn't. Once the zipper was down Brad began to wiggle his big melons free from his jeans. He believe couldn't he had to do this. He kept his back to his Father giving him a clear view of his muscular rear end with his little red thong creeping between his massive loaves.
Then it occurred to Brad that sometimes when he got spanked he got an erection and even worse came. What if that happened here? But this was different. This was his Dad and 100% punishment. Oh, sure the other guys did it under the guise of punishment as well but Brad knew it was just an excuse to fondle his monster butt cheeks.
"What the fuck are you wearing son!? Turn around!",ordered Lawrence.
Brad slowly turned to face his Father wearing just his red thong and black sweatshirt, "It's a thong, Dad."
"It looks more like panties to me!" snapped his father.
Brad blush, "No dad they're not panties. They are men's underwear. You know I have trouble finding clothing to fit over my big ass, dad."
"Yeah, well, so do I, you forget you got that big ass from me and I never had to wear panties! Well whatever they are--drop 'em now! Then get over my knee!" ordered his father.
Brad put his fingers in the waistband and began prying the string from deep inside the confines of his large ass cheeks turning his back to his father and bending over. His big ass was inches from his fathers face as he did so. He removed the thong and stood with his back to Lawrence his big dick and low hanging balls out of view.
"Now get over here!" yelled Lawrence.
Brad turned slowly his manhood now visible to his dad. Lawrence didn't seem to notice as he pulled Brad across his knee aiming his massive butt toward the ceiling.
"You need to learn respect!", yelled Mr. Tomkins as he brought his hand down hard on Brad's bare backside.
"Ahh!" howled Brad.
Lawrence was mad and there was no stopping him. He brought his hand down over and over on Brad's beefy butt. He didn't take a break in between either so it was nonstop. Brad could feel his ass stinging with each slap of skin against skin. Brad began to yell loudly and kick his legs like a naughty 10-year-old, which was how he felt.
"You can kick and scream all you want but your getting this," said his father.
The spanking continued and so did the kicking and screaming from Brad. As Brad kicked his big ass jiggled in his Father's lap. The constant movement and struggling made the tie on Lawrence's robe, which was only tied loosely, come undone. All of a sudden panic came over Brad as he realized that his bare cock was rubbing against his Father's bare cock. And each slap to his ass smashed their cocks closer together. This was worse than Brad could have imagined.
"Daddy, please!" pleaded Brad, reduced to a child. "Your robe came open!"
But much to Brad's horror his Dad just ignored him and continued to redden the teens big round melons. Then when Brad thought it couldn't get worse it did his worst fear happened. Not only was he aroused by the spanking but the constant friction of his big dick rubbing against his Father's own large cock was making Brad hard. Brad felt his face turn flush.
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Brad tried to think of other things to make himself go limp but he couldn't help it he was aroused by the spanking as much as he didn't want to be. Then in addition to the constant grinding of cock on cock with his Father only acted to get him harder. Bur Mr. Tomkins was so angry he seemed oblivious to Brad's growing manhood.
Brad's ass danced in his father's lap as his spanking continued. Brad knew it was only a matter of time before he got to the point of no return so he made another attempt still kicking all the while, "Daddy, please you don't understand! Stop, please! I'm sorry! I'll be good! Just stop before it's too late!"
Mr. Tomkins kept smacking each big cheek without stopping or acknowledging he had heard Brad. It was as if his anger had taken over and his was unaware of everything going on around him. Brad knew he was on the brink. Each thrust forward brought him one step closer to orgasm. He knew the next smack would do it and braced himself.
Crack! Lawrence's hand came down hard thrusting his son's naked hard dick into his own large flaccid, exposed cock. With one loud moan Brad felt himself explode all over his father's lap. Covering his Dad's dick and balls with cum. Brad collapsed and utterly humiliated began to sob huge tears rolling down his face.
The combination of tears and warm goo in his lap caused Mr. Tomkins to stop spanking Brad and seemed to bring him back to reality. "Stand up, Son."
Brad did as told, his big wrestlers ass burning and his dick still erect and dripping cum. With tears running down his face he said, "I'm sorry Daddy, I tried to warn you."
Lawrence knew he had broken him which was what he wanted, "It's okay, Son. There's nothing to be ashamed of it's perfectly natural. It only makes sense that the friction could cause an erection and ejaculation. I should have thought of that and put down a towel. I'm also sorry about my robe. I suppose I should have put on a pair of pants but my anger got the better of me."
Then Mr. Tomkins stood his robe still open and his son's spunk covering his own manhood he gave Brad a hug and told him to go wash up. Then both men headed to their private bathrooms to clean up.
As Lawrence left his son's room he added, "You know I still love you? That's why I spanked you."
Brad nodded and Mr. Tomkins exited. Brad rubbed his big sore ass and wondered why love had to hurt so much as he headed for the shower.