Flashing part 3 some home truths, a short story by paddymac. Date added: 2012-06-29. Times viewed: 2244.
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- Intro: I had played for Uncle and his brother and now I had to face the music
As I sat with my dad for breakfast he asked me to listen to him and stay seated what ever he told me. He made me promise. I sat there as he told me about my mother. The first time he had done that. He said she was beautiful, shy but very flirty. She was always chatting men up and flashing at strangers. She tried to stop but it was in her. Just like it was in me. Yes he knew what was going on Uncle Dave had told him about my time at his house with cousin Ben. I was shocked and hurt. I wanted to run but I also wanted to ask so many questions. Why? What made me like that? And so much of my mother. Dad said she was pregnant before they got together although he knew her for ages and liked her a lot. She was fun but troubled. She thought she would change after I was born but within 2 years she was just the same. They agreed to split even though it broke both their hearts. Dad though that if he kept me at home and in a sheltered life then I would be differant. Uncle Dave had talked to him and they realise that I am not. Rather than making my life a misery they had decided to see how I would react and Uncle Dave had reported that I had a gift and was just naturally showy and sexy. I washed up and thought a lot of what he had said. I then sat beside him and cuddled up. something we had not done a lot of. I had just realised that he was not my natural father but he had taken me on and done so much for me. I thanked him and hugged him. He wept and after a short while he sat up again and said he had made arrangements for me to do my A-levels away from the college, if I wanted to. He had made me what I was and it was up to me even though I was only 15 to have a say in the future. He said to think about what I wanted and a teacher he had made contact with on the computer was coming for tea.
I spent the day in my room sorting out my clothes and thoughts. At tea the man arrived and dad introduced him as Head. Just Head. He told me to stand up at the end of the table and wait until he and my Dad had finished their meal. I stood silently confused. When they left the table I cleared away and returned to the room but still did not speak or sit down but assumed my position by the table. They carried on talking for a while and then Head called me over. He stood up and said to Dad. This is a perfect example of the traits these poor young people have. Obedient, desperate to please but also defiant. Head led me back to the table and lay me down accross it. He was talking to dad the whole time and never spoke to me once. Head then lifted my skirt up and laid it accross my back exposing my black panties. He then proceeded to spank me while all the time talking to Dad. I received about 12 slaps before he stopped. He slipped my knickers down to expose my bottom and then hit me hard with a leather strap. The pain was sharp and brought the feelings of the spanking, which had been quite pleasant in a funny sort of way, accross my whole bottom. The spanking had given me the funny feelings in my tummy but the strap sent the pain deep into my bum. 10 or 12 of these fell before he stopped and pulling my knickers up he stood me in front of Dad and sat down. Head then spoke to me for the first time. He said " you will be at my school Monday Tuesday and Thursday Wednesday will be home work day and Friday wll be your day to work or play. You will stay at home at first until your father can manage alone and then you will board with the rest. Will you always be as good and obedient as you were today?" I did not hesitate but said Yes Sir. Good he said and stood up, shook Dad by the hand and as he left he said see you Monday do not be late.
Dad asked me if I was sure I wanted to do this. Head is very strict but one of the best teachers for Home Schooling. He knows what you like and deals with young people of a similar background. You always have the right to come home but after watching how he controlled you and punished you without a murmur I guess he is right in his diagnosis and as well as the flashing you have a desire to be punished and an ability to take it. Thats the first time you have been spanked or hit in your life but you did not cry or moan, how do you feel. I thouht a moment, after all this was my Dad, despite what he told me how could I tell him the truth. I tried to say I was OK but instead said that I felt funny inside just like I did with Ben, my bottom felt like it as on fire but the feeling was nice, no great and felt like it was inside me, right inside my pussy. At this stage I came and dropped to my knees and buried my head into my arms to hide my shame. I felt dad's hand on my head after a few seconds and he pulled me up to sit beside him. He put his arm around me and said that what ever I did was ok but I could not have sex until I was 16 and should talk to him before I decided to go further. As I enjoyed the warm feeling of being cuddled, and the glow of my bottom along with having just cum, I saw that Dad was excied like Uncle. He was inside his trousers but already I had enough experience to recognise a good hard cock. I decided to go to bed and kissed dad goodnight and went upstairs.
As I lay in bed thinking over my life I wondered where I would be when I was 16 and could I wait that long. What other delights awaited me in school, How many others were there like me? I drifted off looking forward to Monday while holding my hands between my legs and feeling the heat from my bottom subide.
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