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Spanking will never go out of style. As little ones, we fight, scream, and beg for it to not happen, but the moment it does, bam! I remember my first over the knee spanking and how wet I was. My father spanked me even harder when he found out I came because of it.

Fall break had just arrived and the progress reports came out. I tried to make it home before the mailman, but the bus was late. Standing on the porch with a letter in one hand, and a belt in the other, I knew that my ass was a goner. Daddy was the kind of man who believed in corporal punishment, and spanking, well yes he did. I had been getting my ass whipped since the day I could walk. Mom never did anything but stand in the shadows and watch. I think she enjoyed it.

Spanking was big in my house.

I tried to squeeze past him, but he grabbed my hair, leading me to the old tattered chair of his. With a swift yank of my bottoms, I was bare and even my pussy revealed to him. I knew he had been drinking. I could smell it on his breath, and see the lust in his eyes. My father loved spanking more than any parent should.

Over his knee, my ass in the air, the first hit felt like a burning fire. That was the only one with a belt. When he smelled my pussy getting wet, he made sure to use his hand on my young ass. Spanking me with force and brutality. He had his loving side as well. When he finished, he rubbed lotion on my ass, fingering my pussy and asshole till I came. Later on in the evening, I would get my second punishment. His hard cock.