My Dad – part 1

My dad was kind of strange, so it was no surprise when my mom ran off and left us. From the time I was about 4 or 5 years old, Dad would punish me by taking me into his bedroom alonw and closing the door. He would sit on a narrow chair and stand me in front of him and tell me to pull my pants and briefs down to my ankles. He would tell me what I had done wrong, all the time looking at my exposed privates. While he was talking to me, I was exposed to him from the waist down. Then he would take my arm and pull me towards him and tell me to lay over his lap so he could punish me. Once over his lap he would pull my shirt up to my armpits so my backside was exposed to him from my ankles to my armpits. He would spank me, and spank me, but not too hard, often keeping his hand on my buttocks after each slap. When done with his spanking, he would run his hands over my body telling me how he didn’t like to punish me, but I had been a bad boy. After doing this for awhile, he would tell me to stand up, in front of him again, my pants still down to my ankles and my shirt caught up above my waist, and he would talk to me again about my behavior.