Spying on my Dad getting a spanking warned me one too

A few years ago I’d finished university and moved back to my Dad’s in Kent (UK) Mum left when I was a kid so only ever really had a relationship with him.
One day I came home from my casual job early after I’d been laid off.
I walked in the back door as it was already open and I could hear raised voices in the lounge. One was my Dad and the other was my grandad. I heard “you’re not too old to over my knee young man”. There was a scuffle and I walked quietly to the corner of the door where I could peak through the door jam.
My Dad was standing there in his dressing gown and slippers. My grandad held out his hand and Dad obediently took off one of his slippers and handed it to him. My Grandad put his foot up on the coffee table and my Dad immediately placed himself over his knee to the point he was dangling.
My grandad lifted up the dressing gown and pulled it up over his head. He had nothing on under his dressing gown so in effect his bottom had been bared. I was fixated on the large, pale smooth bottom balanced over his knee. He immediately started peppering his bare bottom with his own slipper and he started squirming straight away but was just taking it. 5 minutes later of solid spanking however and he started bawling, sobbing in fact… I’d never seen him cry before. Snot was running out of his nose and mouth but he still didn’t beg it to stop… he just took it.
Five minutes later his bottom was all manner of reds and purples and he was stood up.
Grandad slipped off the dressing gown so he was totally naked and then slapped his bottom into the corner of the room. Now stay there for the next five minutes. I expect better behaviour. With that he walked out and slammed the front door.
I was transfixed on the sight of him standing in the corner naked and spanked. A few minutes later he suddenly said, when my five minutes are up son you are in big shit!
I never realised that where he was stood was near a mirror where he could clearly see me spying on me. My heart pounded and tried to say that I hadn’t see anything. After what seemed like and age he came out of the corner and slipped on the dressing gown.
Spying on private business is not the sort of behaviour I expect from you.
He sat gingerly in a chair and ushered me over. Without saying anything he undid my belt and jeans buttons and pulled them down. I was paralysed with both fear and sexual desire. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my pants and pulled them down too. I came to my senses and bent down to pull them back up. Unfortunately this only seems to make it easier for him to put me over his knees. He began to spank me hard and fast but nowhere near as hard as he got. When he was done I got up, grabbed my jeans and pants and ran to my room. I was so embarrassed. We’ve not spoken about it since.

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