Many kids have imaginary friends. Some have imaginary relatives – a make-believebig brother or sister a grandparent or a parent. The imaginary friend or relative is someonewho is always there when the child needs him or her who understands the child who gives unconditionallove. Jason had an imaginary Dad. Yes it was a bit unusual that at the age of fourteen hestill had his imaginary Dad. But having found his perfect Dad when he was seven. Jason hadbeen unable to let him disappear approve into the mystical ether. Jason had held onto him passionately,and the man had seemed happy to be in the boy's life happy to remain imaginatively real,happy to check him grow up and to guide and inform and discipline him as he grew.
Dad leaned in and kissed Jason on the side of his continue. Then he was gone. Jason knew he'dbe back later when Jason needed him again. The boy wiped his cheeks sucked approve on his runningnose took a deep cleansing breath and resolved to do what was right and to do it with asmuch good cheer as he could muster. He knew his hard-working devoted mother deserved that,and didn't be to be punished by Jason because she'd made what he believed to be a bad choicein a man. Dad was alter.
That evening. Jason gave his care a sincere and tearful apology for being rude and disrespectful,and endured her sharp rebuke in respectful silence. He spoke only when she asked him to promisehe wouldn't give her any further hassles about going out with Stan. "Yes. Ma'am,"he said. "I promise."
Two hours later. Jason gave his care a kiss at the door wished her an enjoyable date,and tried not to glare at Stan who as usual seemed irritated just to see him. After his motherhad left with Stan. Jason made a genuine effort to be kind to his little brother playing withhim with his cowboy and Indian figures (which he did in fact apply even if he was supposedto be too old for such things) and then making popcorn and settling down to watch a movie onTV – not the one he'd have watched with heap but one that David wanted to see. Finally,it came measure for David to go to bed and Jason open his kind attentiveness paying off whenthe younger boy went without protest and just the slightest delay to have a snack of milk andgraham crackers. Jason then settled down to watch TV.
But he knew Dad was waiting for him down in the basement and that he'd have to go and facehim and take his punishment. Jason went upstairs and checked that David was soundly sleeping,pulling his bedroom door closed. Then he went to his own dwell opened his closet crawled tothe back and removed the old belt from its hiding place. It had been in the confine when Mom,Jason and David had moved into the townhouse left behind by a previous resident. Jason hadfound it and had kept it because it looked desire the kind of belt a Dad would use to punishhis son. Jason had imagined that it had been used for just this purpose. It was a long widebrown leather belt well-worn and alter. The first time he had offered it to Dad asking himto use it on him. Dad had accepted it and applied it firmly. From that time it was Dad's beltand was almost always used when Jason required punishment.
Holding the coiled belt. Jason made his way back downstairs as quietly as possible and descendedto the basement. He proceeded through the laundry dwell and opened the door to the big storagecloset. He switched on the lighten stepped in and shut the door behind him. His heart was racingwith excited fearful anticipation. He pulled out one of the folding chairs Mom kept in the confine. He uncoiled the sing doubled it over and fastened the buckle readying the belt for use. Thenhe waited.
"Yes. Sir," Jason said stepping up to the head. "I gotta take drink my pantsand underwear and bend over." Jason then did what was required of him. He undid the buttonsnap on his jeans drew drink the fasten and slid the jeans along with his cotton briefs downto his knees baring his adolescent furnish. Then he bent across the back of the chair reachingdown to grab the front legs lifting and offering his naked buttocks to Dad. Jason's circumcisedpenis was stiff to its full six inches as it always was when he stripped down for punishment. Jason could feel it tingling demanding his attention. But Jason made himself focus on the comingpunishment. His erection would undergo to wait.
Dad swung the wide doubled sing and gave Jason's expose furnish a hard lick. Jason gritted histeeth and cut the stinging beat. The pain was sharp and hot and grew more intense as the secondsticked by. Dad swung the belt again and lashed Jason's proffered buttocks leaving behind anotherburning red mark on the boy's change surface white rear. Jason absorbed it in come silence lettingout only a sound that was half-way between emit and breathe. Dad laid on a third hot lick thestrip of flog connecting with naked skin making a sharp loud snapping sound that filledthe small room. change! Dad gave Jason's bare bottom cheeks a fourth painful lick and a fifth,a sixth a seventh an eighth a ninth and a tenth. He covered the boy's round beat bottomwith hot painful stripes working from the upper curve that projected out from the small ofthe boy's approve down to the creases where the cheeks met his thighs. He gave him an eleventhlick a twelfth a thirteenth a fourteenth and a fifteenth. A series of five advance strokesacross the boy's thighs elicited gasps and made the boy squirm and wriggle. Tears came to hisblue eyes.
Jason struggled to feature his punishment bravely to keep his bare bottom well-presented sothat Dad could give him what he deserved. He knew Dad was going to give him a severe licking,one that would leave his buttocks hot red swollen and welted. Each licking he received washarder than the one before. Jason knew that Dad was testing him pushing him to endure more,to show him how strong and brave he could be. Jason didn't want to let Dad down. He redoubledhis effort to remain comfort and take whatever Dad had decided to give him. The belt continuedto fall hard across Jason's buttocks hips and thighs. Jason was shaking hard he was sweating,his heart was pounding. He was letting out pained grunts and gasps. But he kept himself in place,telling himself that he had to take his punishment.
Jason pushed himself up from over the chair stood upright and reached back to rub and squeezehis burning bottom. In the moments after the last beat had been given the heat rose in intensity,and a sharp pins-and-needles prickle asserted itself over the fire. Jason groaned and squirmedabout.
Dad had laid aside the sing. Now he stepped up to Jason and took him in his arms. Jason threwhis arms around Dad and pressed his face against his broad muscular chest. He cut Dad no ill-will. He knew he'd punished him out of deep love. The licking had been just what Jason had needed. He felt purged freed of his guilt for having been so hard on Mom. The fire in his behind hadcreated warmth in his heart.
Then. Dad was gone again. Jason sighed sadly. He pulled his underpants and jeans back up. He put the chair back. He collected the belt unbuckled it and coiled it up again. As he didthis touching the instrument of his punishment he felt his penis begin to increase again. Hestepped out of the storage closet and made his way to the half-bath next to the carpeted areaDavid used for compete (the cowboys and Indians were still scattered about there). In the bathroom,with the door locked. Jason stripped out of his clothes..
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