Growing up all I ever heard was, "As long as you live under my roof you'll do as I say, young man!" Yeah my Father was very strict. Up until the time I moved out of his house, at age 22, I had to toe the line or accept the punishment. Punishment was always the same. Dad would make me strip to my briefs with my hands at my sides as he lectured me. Then I'd have to lie across his lap and take some hard swats on my brief covered ass. Eventually he'd pull down my briefs exposing my round bare ass completely. He'd then go to work spanking my bare butt--usually until he brought me to tears. He always said that when I started to cry he knew he had broken my will.
So you can understand how glad I was when I got my own place. I could do whatever I wanted whenever I want and didn't have to answer to anyone. Don't misunderstand I love my Father. He did a fine job raising me on his own after Mom died. But it was time to be on my own. Now maybe he'd treat me like an adult.
Well, I couldn't have been out of Dad's house more than six months when I got the call. Dad was having the house painted and would need a place to stay for the week. I was a little annoyed. I mean I was finally getting to live my own life and now Dad was gonna come and cramp my style. But he had given up so much for me when I was growing up what could I do. I had no choice so I said, "Yes" . The first day Dad was there he told me to just live my life as normal and pretend he wasn't there. He said he didn't want to be in the way. That's when I made some off handed joke about him being under my roof and having to follow my rules. You can imagine my surprise when he stopped, thought about it for a second, then nodded his head and said, "Yes, Son I guess your right. Now it's my turn to toe the line."
So you can understand how glad I was when I got my own place. I could do whatever I wanted whenever I want and didn't have to answer to anyone. Don't misunderstand I love my Father. He did a fine job raising me on his own after Mom died. But it was time to be on my own. Now maybe he'd treat me like an adult.
Well, I couldn't have been out of Dad's house more than six months when I got the call. Dad was having the house painted and would need a place to stay for the week. I was a little annoyed. I mean I was finally getting to live my own life and now Dad was gonna come and cramp my style. But he had given up so much for me when I was growing up what could I do. I had no choice so I said, "Yes" . The first day Dad was there he told me to just live my life as normal and pretend he wasn't there. He said he didn't want to be in the way. That's when I made some off handed joke about him being under my roof and having to follow my rules. You can imagine my surprise when he stopped, thought about it for a second, then nodded his head and said, "Yes, Son I guess your right. Now it's my turn to toe the line."