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“Please, dad, let me fix it,” I beg.
Suddenly, he grabs the front of my shirt and holds it in his fist. “You can’t fix this, son,” he growls.
“Let’s keep this civil,” Mr. Marks interjects.
But dad doesn’t hear my principal. Dad’s eyes are boring into mine and I wither under his scrutiny.
“This calls for discipline,” dad says. Before I can figure out what he means and before Mr. Marks can stop dad, I’m pulled over dad’s knee and the back of my pants and briefs are pulled down below my ass.
I’m ass-up over dad’s knee in my principal’s office.
“Mr. Petersen!” my principal shouts.
Smack! Dad spanks me right as the principal throws himself to his feet. I squeeze my eyes shut and ride out the pain, until it dulls to a sting.
“Mr. Petersen — stop this right now!”
Dad growls ferociously, sounding more deadly than a grizzly bear. “This is what he needs. Do not question my parenting methods.”
Dad’s anger seems to have quieted the principal. He settles down, sitting on the edge of his desk. I turn my head to glance up at him and he looks me with pity in his eyes, but then I see his gaze run down my body and settle on my smooth, exposed, round ass … and then his eyes widen with desire.
Fuck. I’m fucked.
Maybe I’ll get fucked, the very dirty part of my mind wonders. I shove that perverted thought aside right as dad brings his hand down on my ass again.
Dad spanks me several more times — each slap stinging more than the one before. My ass feels like it’s on fire, like each new spank is a fiery hot brand being applied to my ass. I shout in pain until dad commands me to shut up and I’m forced to bite my lip to stop from screaming. Tears are falling from my eyes.
Then dad stops and I hear him panting, seeming to be out of breath from the vigorous punishment.
“Your turn,” he growls.
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