collegespank:Ever since he turned 18, I noticed him acting up. Really stupid stuff, like ignoring
collegespank: Ever since he turned 18, I noticed him acting up. Really stupid stuff, like ignoring his chores in favor of TV or talking back to me for no reason at all. At first, I thought he was trying to assert his independence, but the way he pushed it got me thinking. So I sat him down on a Friday after school and told him what I’d noticed. Then, I just laid it out there. “I think part of the reason you’re doing this might be that… You want to be spanked?” He tried to hide his panic with confusion. “What?! No! Why would you-“ I looked him in the eye. “It’s fine, son. Maybe you’re feeling kind of scared now that you’re supposed to be an adult, and being over my knee makes you feel safe. Like you have someone to watch over you. Or maybe you feel guilty about all the stuff you got away with as a kid, and this is your last chance to make up for it. Or hell, maybe you just like the feeling of Dad’s hands on your bare butt. “Whatever it is, I don’t ever want you to think you need to act out to get my attention. If you want a spanking, you can just let me know, and I’ll give it to you.” His eyes were wide, jaw hanging open. I patted his shoulder and left him alone. Nothing else I could do. Sunday morning, I walked into his room to find him laying in a pair of briefs, legs wide and butt perched high. He turned when I came in, blushing redder than I’ve ever seen. “Dad, I’m sorry… Is this okay?” I patted his upturned cheeks, then wrapped an arm around his waist and lifted that big quarterback body up and over my knee. I peeled down his underwear slowly, rubbing his broad back. “Of course, son.” He shivered as my palm brushed against his crack. “And Dad? Could you make sure that I… um… cry?” I chuckled. My hand drifted instinctively down to my belt buckle. “No problem, son.” -- source link