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Keeping it in the family
I’m a 44 year old married man with 2 girls. I’ll say it now… yes my father still spanks me. With my consent of course… well sort of.
His Dad spanked him right up to a few days before he died in his 90’s too. He was always told that as long as there was breath in his body he would be spanked and he told me the same on the day I left home for uni… just in case I thought I’d gotten away with it.
Home for holidays? I would end up over his knee at least a couple of times for misdemeanours but always on the first day home regardless.
I never questioned it after I visited my grandpa about a week before he died. I was expecting an old man wrapped up in blankets sitting in his chair gazing out of the window into garden… and he was except he was gazing down on my father’s bare bottom and was dishing out a sound spanking in full view of the window by the look of it. Dad had gone round there expecting just to make his tea for him but before that he’d been told to remove all his clothes as he couldn’t so he slipped off his t-shirt, jeans and socks. Blushing he finally he removed his own dad briefs and handed them to his father. He stood there bold as brass in front of the window naked with his hands clasped behind his head telling his father he’d been naughty and could he please have his bare bottom spanked. He lifted his arms in order to accept the naked man over his who expertly positioned himself over his knee with his bottom in the optimal position for all round coverage. Dad had been supporting himself on his hands and feet as to not put so much pressure on his father’s frame. By the time I popped by apparently the spanking had been going on half an hour and he’d long since given up on this and he was kicking and bawling as ever.
I walked in unphased and stood at the door gazing upon my dad’s now cherry red bottom bouncing and quivering as each spank was delivered to my 65 year old father’s bare bottom. Eventually he was allowed up, a tear stained face to go and stand in the corner by the window. As he got up it was obvious he was fully erect and dribbling a bit of precum but he wasn’t allowed to do anything about it.
My turn I chimed as I eagerly stripped off casting my briefs off and handing them to grandpa. I was always spanked differently by grandpa as punishment spankings were always done by 1st degree father/sons. With me grandpa indulged himself and I knew it was the wheelbarrow for me. I straddled his lad naked and let him feel my smooth pale bottom before I lowered myself down onto the floor in front. Grandpa loved this position because he said I wink at him when I’m being spanked and he can see my testicles. As with my Dad he didn’t hold back and I was soon dancing over his knee. He went a bit easier on me as I think he got a bit tired. I was allowed up and he admired his handiwork along with my erection. He soon dozed off and we were both left naked with sore bottoms. We dressed and dad warned me that I’d be getting a thrashing from him that evening for just turning up. I said was it because I saw you cry… which earned me a salvo of swats on my already sore bottom.
I’m a 48 year old father and I still get spanked over my dad’s knee, and sometimes my old man whips off his belt and snaps it for fun. Just because he knows I like the sound that his belt makes as it leaves his trousers.
My old man still spanks me and I'm forty.
My Grandfather used a big leather strap on my dad when he was growing up, and still does.
And gramps gets an erection as he lashes that big strap across dad's bottom.
My Grandpa still spanks my father’s bum.
Well you don’t do that I bet he was small.
Weird sick family.