"I want you here in 30 minutes boy."
The unexpected text flashed on my watch and sent a rush of blood to my groin. I fidgeted uncomfortably in my chair across from an old buddy. My old college roommate was in town and we were catching up over dinner and now I was scrambling to think of how to cut it short. I didn't want to be rude, but I was also apprehensive about the consequences of being late.
I didn't come up with a good excuse to leave the dinner, so I just tried to subtly hurry along. We finally started to wrap up our conversation and stood to leave the restaurant. When we said our farewells and went our separate ways, I hurried to open my phone. It had been 25 minutes since Daddy texted. I scrolled up in the text thread to find the pin he had sent me earlier in the week and pushed to get directions there. The phone estimated I was 18 minutes away. My heart sank and I hurried to my car and dashed off right away.
As I sped around town, I cursed every slow driver and red light that delayed me even more. I knew I was in trouble, and checked my phone periodically to see if he had texted at all. When I finally pulled up, I rushed to the door and knocked. I tried to catch my breath as I waited for the door to open. When it did, the chiropractor stood before me wearing an expression I hadn't seen before. He looked grumpy, despite his charming eyes and naturally cheerful disposition. I apologized and began to explain that I wasn't expecting a text and was out with a friend.
"I tried to get here as soon as..."
He cut in mid-sentence. "Get inside, boy."
I stepped inside and swallowed hard.
"Undo my belt."
My swelling cock was thrilled by the command. I reached for his midsection and began to wonder if I might just get let off easy this first time if we were going straight for a blowjob. Now that the panic had passed, I had a chance to take in what he was wearing today. He was in a short-sleeve button up and grey slacks. His pants were tight unlike the blue top. I undid the buckle on his black leather belt and reached for the button of his pants beneath. His hands stopped mine, and I looked up to see why.
"Just the belt, boy. Take it off and hand it to me."
I grabbed the buckle and slid it around his waist, removing it from the loops of his slacks. When the end fell out of the last loop, I folded it up and handed it to Dr. Horn.
With a smirk, he commanded me to take off my jeans and my underwear. I was feeling uneasy again and obeyed quickly leaving my erect cock standing before him.
"What are you so excited about, boy?"
I glanced down and tried to hide my erection.
"Follow me."
He led me back to the couch where we left off last time. Daddy sat in his place on the left, sitting upright on the edge of the cushion. He grabbed me by the arm, bent me over his knee and didn't waste any more time. The belt cracked my ass, and I tensed immediately as the pain seared. My skin simmered and a heat accompanied the pain. The stinging lingered for ten seconds before slowly starting to fade.
"What did I say about my texts? When I text, you respond."
In the rush of wrapping up the dinner and getting here as quickly as I could, I'd forgotten to reply.
"Sorry, sir."
His belt cracked again and the pain doubled. My eyes winced and my hips drove forward into his lap, as if I could avoid the belt. I realized how quickly I'd gone soft as my erection disappeared along with my excitement, driven out by this dread now settled in my gut.
"That's for reaching for my button. Listen more carefully and obey your master."
"Sorry, sir." How long was this going to go? I tried to count up the number of mistakes I had made so far this evening.
Another crack sent my head spinning. The pain was lingering longer with each whip and my skin felt a burning sensation. Like a hot skillet was placed against it, but milder.
"And that is for making Daddy wait. You'll get one lash for each minute I waited for you, boy."
I almost started to panic when I counted up the minutes. I was fourteen minutes late, which meant at least thirteen more lashes.
Each time the leather struck my cheeks, I felt my resolve breaking. I was trying to be strong and show no sign of pain, but after six lashes I started to whimper. The seventh strike forced a yelp out of me as I breathed heavily in his lap. His words a few days ago came to mind as I became desperate to find a way out: "If you need to stop, just ask." I debated asking for a reprieve, but I was too prideful. Like a true boy, I wanted to submit to my Daddy.
Probably sensing that the pain was overbearing me, the eighth lash seemed less forceful. There was less sting when it made contact, but the collective lashes were starting to create a lasting effect. The pain was no longer fading like it was in the beginning, but lingering and settling as a heat began to radiate from my skin. Despite my best efforts not to cry, tears were forming in my eyes. More than the pain itself, I feared the anticipation of his next strike.
Another crash came, again more gently than the last. He must be able to sense that I was struggling to endure my punishment. Despite his softened blow, the whip only intensified the burn that was settled on my cheeks. It felt like I was being branded like a baby calf, pinned against my master as the belt marked me as his. Bent over his knee, with my face down to the ground I could only imagine how we looked. He struck again while I created the image in my mind. The distraction helped with the pain, but also had an effect on my dick. It started to stir again, pinned between my body and against his leg.
I yelped as he whipped again, harder than before. Perhaps my growing cock poking at his leg gave him the impression that I was enjoying my punishment too much. The pain was sharp and real, but the image in my mind was making it easier to cope. I'd lost count by now but at this point I was almost able to enjoy being bent over Daddy's knee. I just had to picture him.
He struck again, intensifying the pain yet making my cock more rigid. The strike was powerful and forced my body downward into him. My natural reaction to his lashes was pushing my dick uncomfortably into his leg and I had to twist my hips to adjust and make room for my throbbing erection. As I adjusted, my cock settled flat against his thigh and an intense pleasure ran over me. I focused on the image in my mind, picturing myself bent over his powerful, thick frame and instinctively started to rub against his leg subtly.
The pleasure was abruptly stopped when the belt lashed against me again, harder than ever before. I moaned loudly as the pain overwhelmed me and my body collapsed, defeated, into his lap.
"Stop grinding, boy." He growled from above me.
He had whipped me hard enough to bring an end to my pleasure and my erect cock again began to deflate.
"Up, boy"
