"Distracting Daddy" - Father's Day Special It's Sunday and ..

"Distracting Daddy" - Father's Day Special It's Sunday and you're in the kitchen doing dishes after dinner while I am sitting in the living room watching the Colts get their asses handed to them. As you neatly place the rinsed plates into the dish drainer you hear me applaud the gameplay as the announcer segways the program to commercial. "Beer!" you hear me shout as the ads begin to run. You sigh softly and put down the dish towel. Opening the fridge you pick up one of the frosty bottles of PBR from the bottom shelf on the door. The droplets coat your palm as you walk into the living room, seeing me sitting in my jeans and leather vest. My hand stretches out to you, my eyes watching the NFL cheerleaders selling Bud Light in the commercial. You give me the bottle and turn back around to go back into the kitchen. "Wait up a minute," I say, still watching the TV as I uncap the bottle and take a swig. I drop the cap on the floor, it rolls on its side beneath the couch. "Do you want something else?" you ask, turning your head slightly in an attempt to make eye contact. "Yeah, I want you to stand there and look pretty for me." I look over and wink at you, leaning into the backrest of the couch and taking another swig of my beer. "Turn around baby." You dutifully spin on your ankles slowly, arching your back and giving me a good visual angle on your curves. You pause and shake your ass at me coyly. "You like what you see, Daddy?" I lick my lips and take another swig. "Mmm, yes I do." You wink and rotate in the opposite direction, bending over a bit to extend your rear end in my direction. You begin to tease me properly while the commercials play, my attention fully focused on you. Gradually my free hand begins to rub my crotch, drawing your attention to a growing bulge. I look and see the twinkle in your eyes as you slowly pull your shirt up to show me your hips and abdomen. At this point, my hand reaches and undoes the clasp of my belt buckle. I grab the buckle and pull the belt through the loops. I finish my beer and leave the bottle on the floor as I take both of my hands and fold the belt up into quarters. "Bring me that ass boy, Daddy wants to give you something..." "Oh, Daddy..." You walk over to me slowly and turn around, putting your buttocks an inch from my face. "Have I been bad?" "You've been very bad," I growl, pressing my teeth together and breathing through my nose. You slowly pull your pants down and reveal your bare ass to me. "Like this daddy?" "Mmm, yes baby, just like that..." I gingerly stoke the belt. "Now lay down on my lap. Be a good boy..." "Yes Daddy," you pout, bending over me and exposing those fresh cheeks to my right arm. Savoring the moment I run the leather across your skin slowly, letting the pores bristle with anticipation as the cold, hardened pig hide tickles the follicles on your butt cheeks. The palm of my hand grips the folded bands of leather tightly. "You ready?" "Yes, Daddy." You look up at me with big puppy dog eyes, pleading with me to be gentle. I smile reassuringly and blow a little kiss as I bring my arm up and steady my aim, then bring it down to make a loud smack as the leather hits your skin. "Oww!" Your body tenses and shifts, moving your weight slightly as you try to retain your balance. "Daddy-y!" I bring down a second blow without remorse. "Be a good boy," and a third, "Take it like a man." The fourth. "Ow--ow--Daddy-y! Please!" Five. "I'll be good!" Six. "I promise!" As your ass turns pink my free palm grabs a handful of your hips, groping them greedily as my right arm continues to spank you silly. "Seven," I count mercilessly, "eight. Nine. Good boy--take your punishment." "Yes Sir! I'll be good again, I promise..." you whine, enjoying the stimulation of being used two ways simultaneously. Ten. Your knee quivers at the last stroke, you recoil and look up. The game has come back on but my eyes are now thoroughly fixated upon yours now. "Good boy, that will do." You nod meekly and stand upright, your beet-red bottom now a much more attractive sight. "Will there be anything else, Daddy?" I smile and pet your sensitive rosy buttcheeks. "Mmm, yes, there will be lots more baby." I stand up and turn the TV off, taking you into my arms and kissing your neck while pulling your body into my own.