Spanking stories

Wine

——— Derek Morgan.

I drink another cup of wine. Yes, a cup, because I didn't find any glasses. They're probably in dad's office, but I'm not going in there.

The wine tastes like grape, sweet and warm. It smells like fruit, maybe wood or flowers too. My body is warm right now, it feels incredible, but when I take more wine, I'm sure somethings bad with my body or brain, because everything spins.

"What the hell do you thing you're doing, Christopher?"

Dad's face looks angry and severe, while his dark eyes land on me.

"Dad!"

"Christopher, you can't drink alcohol and you know that. You're 15, you know that, too. That's not ok, you can't drink wine, and you can't steal it from my office."

"I didn't steal it!"

Maybe I'm drunk. Probably.

"Really? Well, then you got it illegally from a store, didn't you?"

"Can you leave me alone?"

He takes the cup from my hand.

"Sorry?"

"I said fuck you!"

"That's enough, kid. Go to bed, now."

"I'm not doing that."

"Do you want the spanking now? No, right? Then do what I say, Christopher, or you're having more problems."

I'm definitely drunk. I feel like I'm going to throw up. Probably, I'll do it.

"Alright, I need to take care of you, you're drunk and that's not fine."

I feel like everything spins. Dad hugs me carefully and kisses my forehead. Soon, I close my eyes and I sleep like a baby.

"Chris."

I don't wanna open my eyes, because I know I'm going to be punished and I deserve it.

"Christopher, I know you can hear me. Stop faking."

"Dad... please."

"Open your eyes. Now."

I hate everything. He knows that I'm awake. Shit.

"I said now, Christopher."

"Dad, are you going to punish me?"

"Yes, kid. Now, open your eyes." 

I open my eyes and I see his. I think they're pretty, but that's not important now, isn't it? Because my butt is going to be in fire in a few minutes.

"I'm sorry, dad. Do I really need to be punished?"

"Yes. And you're not fighting about it, understood?"

No. I don't understand it, but I need to tell him te opposite.

"Daddy-"

"No, that's enough. We need to do this, now. You're receiving a spanking, and I mean a good spanking, no two slaps and it's over. Am I clear?" 

"Yes, sir."

He sits in my bed, by my side. Dad's hand grabs mine while I lie on his lap. My pj's pant doesn't protect my ass a lot, if I'm honest, but it's better than nothing. But he pulls down my pants and the protection is over. 

Shit. Shit. Shit.

"Dad... please." I beg, sensitive.

"Sweetheart, don't do this more difficult. I know you don't want a spanking, but I need to do it. It's called discipline, you know it's not ok to drink wine. You were drunk, Toph."