Not a true story. Would love to hear what everyone thinks of it.

The Punishment

“Dad’s going to spank me.” Dan, my brother, looked at me through watery blue eyes. “I ran over a nail and now the tractor tire needs patching.”

“It’s not that big a deal,” I said, a little taken aback that my big brother was crying over a spanking. “Besides, Daddy patches tires all the time. You didn’t do any harm.”

He managed a tiny smile. “Strict obedience and stern discipline, remember?”

How could I forget? It was Daddy’s favorite saying; one which Mama had stitched into an ornate flowery pattern, framed, and hung above the kitchen table. Our parents believed in punishing even the smallest infractions.

“It’s just a spanking,” I said. “It’ll be over in no time.”

“You don’t understand. He…” Dan’s eyes widened as he heard the screen door squeak open.
“That’s him. I’d better be waiting on him in my bedroom or it’ll be a thousand times worse.”

I started to call after him but knew it was no use. The pallor of his face and the fear in his eyes had unsettled me. What had Dan so upset?

I knew our parents weren’t normal. At least, I was fairly certain. We almost never left the farm. We were home-schooled, worshiped at home on Sundays, and pretty much kept to ourselves. We’d both given up on the thought of going to college, and now simply hoped for the opportunity to someday meet someone, marry, and move away. But that was a thought for another day. Right now I was worried about my brother.

Daddy stalked through the room, his face a delicate shade of violet, and stamped down the hallway, his work boots echoing on the wood floor. He was awfully worked up for a simple punctured tire. I waited to hear him close Dan’s bedroom door behind him, and then I headed

outside and hurried along the side of the house until I came to Dan’s bedroom window.

Dan and Daddy stood facing one another.

“You know what to do. Prepare yourself for your punishment,” Daddy said.

Dan hung his head and, slowly, he began to unbutton his shirt.

“Look me in the eye,” Dad said sharply.

Tears running down his cheeks, face scarlet with shame, Dan lifted his chin to meet Daddy’s stern gaze. Trembling fingers worked at the buttons of his shirt, then his bootlaces, his belt, and zipper, until my brother stood in only his underwear.

Daddy looked him up and down, a ghost of a smile playing across his face. “Do you know what you did wrong?”

“Yes, Sir,” Dan rasped.

“And you understand that you must be punished.”

Dan nodded.

“Very well. Make yourself ready.”
I expected Dan to bend over the bed and take his licks, but what he did instead brought a frown to my face. He laid down on his back, hips resting on the edge of the bed, and removed his underwear.

“Knees up, legs apart,” Daddy instructed.

Dan complied. I could see his face turn scarlet and a single tear trickle from the corner of his eye. His chest heaved.

“Eyes on me,” Daddy reminded him. And then Daddy began to strip.

Dumbfounded, I watched my father slowly undress. He kept his eyes on Dan, smiling at my brother’s fear, until finally he stood naked in the dim light of Dan’s bedroom. Daddy was a little thick around the middle, but he was muscular, with a strong jawline. My eyes drifted down to his cock, standing full and erect, and for a moment I forgot he was my father. He was a powerful male ready to mate.

The thought jolted me back to my senses. Why was Daddy’s cock hard if he was going to spank Dan? None of this made any sense.

I continued to watch as Daddy doubled up his belt and gave it a snap. I jumped back at the sharp crack and Dan flinched.

Daddy moved to the edge of the bed and, hooking his arms beneath Dan’s bent knees, lifted my brother’s ass up off the bed and began to whip his bare, white cheeks. Dan didn’t make a sound, though tears coursed down his cheeks.

Daddy finally let Dan’s hips fall back to the bed, and now he began spanking Dan on his inner thighs.

Crack!

Dan lay on his backs, legs spread, writhing about. Strangely, it reminded me of the time I had seen just a little bit of dirty movie on Dan’s computer. A woman had been lying on her back, much like Dan was now. A man had his face between her legs, and the woman was moaning and twisting around just like Dan. Of course, she had seemed to be enjoying it. Dan was clearly in pain.

Crack!

And then I saw another surprising thing-- Dan’s cock was beginning to stiffen. I stared as, little by little, it came to life, rising until it stood firm and erect, a smaller version of Daddy’s rigid member.

Crack!

I started to feel warm and tingly between my legs and, without realizing what I was doing, slipped a hand beneath the waistband of my pants. My fingers found my button and I began to make tiny circles.

In the bedroom, Daddy noticed Dan’s hard cock.

“I see someone is ready for his final punishment.” Daddy reached out and roughly cupped Dan’s balls. Dan flinched at Daddy’s touch. “Are you ready?”

Dan nodded.

“Answer me.” Daddy gave my brother’s balls a squeeze.

“Yes, Sir. I’m ready,” Dan whimpered.

“Now then, don’t be like that. Punishment is necessary to build character.” With that, Daddy released Dan’s sack from his firm grip. Delicately, he ran his fingers up the shaft of Dan’s erect cock. “It isn’t all bad, is it?” Daddy said softly as he caressed his son’s erection.

“No, Sir,” Dan whispered, though the look on his face said otherwise.

Smiling, Daddy trailed his hand down Dan’s cock, over his balls, and down between his butt cheeks. I couldn’t tell what Daddy was doing, but I could guess, especially when he pushed his hand forward and Dan gasped.

I was rubbing my pussy for all I was worth. Despite it being wrong in more ways than I could possibly count, this was the most erotic experience of my life. My breath came in gasps and I felt tingly all over.

Inside, Daddy spat on his hand and began rubbing it up and down his cock, coating it in saliva and the slimy stuff that came out of the end of his dick. “Cum” I’d heard Dan call it. Daddy put his hands between Dan’s legs, slowly spread them far apart. Now I could clearly see Dan’s pink, puckered hole. As I watched, so dizzy from the spectacle i witnessed that I had to lean against the wall to keep from falling down, Daddy pressed the tip of his cock to Dan’s ass. Dan flinched and sucked in his breath.

“Who am I?” Daddy whispered.

“The man of the house,” Dan groaned.

“And what belongs to me?”

“Everything,” Dan whispered.

With that, Daddy slowly but firmly pushed his hips forward. I watched as the pink head of his cock forced its way inside my brother until it disappeared into his tight hole.

“Who am I?” Daddy repeated.

“The man of the house,” Dan said again. “The only man in the house.”

Dan was nineteen years old, but as I looked at the contrast between his slender, fair body and my father’s tanned, muscular frame; as I took in the way Dan lay with his legs spread, submitting himself for the pleasure of the dominant male, he seemed very feminine.

Daddy continued  to push into Dan until his cock was buried halfway inside his own son. Then he pulled back until only the head remained inside of Dan. And then he thrust again.

He repeated this action, each time going a little deeper. And with each stroke, Dan’s groaning subsided a little bit more, until finally Daddy was sliding in and out of my brother with smooth, deep strokes. Dan could only lay there with his eyes closed whispering, “Daddy. Daddy.”

I was on the verge of orgasm, rubbing my clit with vigor, when pain lanced through my scalp and I felt myself jerked backward.

I hit the ground, the breath leaving my body in a rush, and looked up to see my mother staring down at me.

“Well,” she crooned. “Someone really is in trouble.”