Licking At 15
About two months before my 16th birthday I was hunting with my dad and returned to the car before he did. I unloaded my shotgun and for some reason smacked butt of the stock against the ground. I heard a cracking sound and the wooden stock had split. When I showed it to dad and explained how it happened he was quite angry but didn't say much. When we got home he said he was going down to his basement workshop to see if he could fix it. I started to go down with him and he snapped “You better stay away or I'll battle your hind end until you can't sit for a week.” I hadn't had a licking since I was 11 and doubted he would do it although it had been a subject of my masturbatory fantasies ever since I started ************. I went to my room and took off the heavy wool hunting clothes, leaving my thermal long underwear and t-shirt on – normal around the house wear at that time of year. I thought about what he said and felt a tingling in my bottom so I grabbed my **** and started to play with it. A few seconds later I stopped and pulled down my underwear, looking at my bare white bottom in the mirror for a second or two then bravely pulled them up and went down to the basement. I asked dad how the repair was going and he didn't say anything for a few seconds as he was fitting pieces together with glue. Finally he turned to me and said “I thought I told you to stay away. Now you're going to get it!” I got scared and said I'd go back upstairs and he told me to go pull down my pants and lay over the arm of an old overstuffed sofa. I went over to the sofa arm, pulled down my pants with my back to him and bent over the sofa, bare bottom sticking up. I was both excited and scared, so my arousal didn't result in an erection. He didn't come over right away since he was holding pieces together to help the glue set, so I had to lay there, bare white bottom up, for several minutes. I imagine I was quite a sight, 5'6” tall and about 135 lbs. Being a late developer I had no body hair other than pubic until I was about 21 and must have looked about 12 or 13 as I laid there. After what seemed like forever he came over and pulled off his belt. He said that maybe he'd been too lax but this time I was going to get a licking I wouldn't forget. He cracked that belt as hard as he could on my bare bottom for what seemed like forever. Although it stung like fire it was about 4 licks before I started making noises and after about ten I was crying like I did at 11. I must have gotten 25 licks before he stopped and told me to get out of there. I pulled up my underwear and started up to my room, rubbing my welted bottom enroute. As soon as I got to my room I closed the door and puled down my underwear to look at my bottom in the mirror – it was covered with red and purple welts from the belt. I grabbed my **** while looking at it and within seconds came all over the place. I *********** several more times that night. My bottom showed marks for 3 days and every time I saw them I was turned on again. That licking hurt like hell but sure was worth it.