Dad Comes Home Friday

Graduation was nice. You know you sit and listen to all the speeches from the Dean and the President of the University. They tell you how prepared you are for the future, and how opportunity is just a handshake or a knock on the door away.

Yeah, that sounds nice in a speech. Then you wake up the next morning, and reality hits you in the face. I'd been staying with the Dean and his wife while working in his office and finishing my senior year. But, as a graduate who wasn't planning on attending school anymore for awhile, my job kind of dried up. Though Dean Martin and his wife said nothing, there's a little voice in my head that tells me I've overstayed my welcome. I'm sure some people would ignore that voice, but I'm not one of them. It was just a feeling it's time to move on.

I always awaken early, and this Monday morning, I was packed and ready to go before 6. I intended to put my bags in the car and come back inside to have breakfast with them, but once I loaded the car, had my keys in my hand and looked back at the house, there was no reason to go back in.

I wasn't really sure of where I was headed. My brother Rick was on the West Coast, and though I'm sure I could knock on his door and he'd let me in, I didn't really want to drive there. My attempts at job hunting produced no promising results. So…thinking I don't know what to do or where to go, I just drove, and for some strange reason ended up at home.

Ok maybe not my home for some time, but my parents' home. They split up a couple of years ago, leaving Rick and me alone for awhile. But I have to say, while this seemed earthshaking at the time; now it was just a distant memory.

I unlocked the door, brought all my things into my room, and proceeded to look around the house. Of course I didn't expect to see anybody. Mom moved back to her hometown after the divorce, and Dad's work required him to travel a great deal during the week. I shouldn't even expect him until the weekend.

Ok, there were a few things in the refrigerator (not much) and I had some money, so I'll just stay here for awhile and see if anything turns up. I busied myself cleaning and settling in for the rest of the week, unwinding from the last few hectic weeks at school, also.

By Friday, I was pretty relaxed. The house was clean. There was food, and in fact, I cooked a meal, thinking I can eat what I want and save the rest. Suddenly, Dad pulled into the driveway and unlocked the door. He looked a bit surprised to see me, but looked really happy. "Hey, Baby, I sure didn't expect to see you here!"

"Oh, hi Daddy."

Daddy? I hadn't called him that in years. And since the last time I'd seen him, I practically ran away from home and to the Dean for a refuge. Suddenly, I can no longer remember what I was running from. I was just glad to be home and hoping he was glad to see me as well.

"Sorry I couldn't make it to your graduation. I intended to, but couldn't get away."

"That's ok, they let me go anyway!" haha, my weak attempt at humor. "You don't mind that I came back home, do you?"

"Of course not, Julie. This is always your home. It was unfortunate that you felt you had to leave it in the first place."

Well, I didn't know what to say. At the time it was positively the best thing for me to do. Now I wasn't so sure why. "I have dinner ready."

"That's good, sweetie, but I need a quick shower first and then I'll eat, ok?"

"Yeah, sure."

I had nothing else to do in the kitchen so went into the living room and sat in front of the TV. I almost said I watched TV, but actually I had no idea what I was looking at. Just thinking how strange life turns out sometimes. The things you once ran from end up being the very things you want to run back to. If that makes any sense.

He was eating in the kitchen. I started to join him, but wasn't sure I was ready to face him yet. You know, without a reason to talk. The dishes had been done from supper. I'd had my shower. I just stayed where I was on the end of the couch like it was any other normal evening. Only Dad was home…

He came in quietly and sat on my left, right next to me on the couch. We both stared at the TV, though I don't think either one could tell you what was on.

"You know, Julie, it was a pretty shitty thing, the way you left."

"Yeah, I know, Dad. I was just scared."

"Of what?"

"Well, Mom was gone, Rick was gone. I was scared to be with you without them as barriers. I've always been a little scared of you." He turned and looked at me with love and concern and something else in his eyes.

"Why in the world would you be scared of me, Julie? You know I love you with all my heart."

"Yeah, I know, Dad, but you used to spank me all the time when I misbehaved and without Rick or Mom there, I just felt too…vulnerable."

"Is that because you had a guilty conscience and knew you deserved a spanking? You and Rick had been having oral sex for sometime. You hadn't dealt with me at all, like you had no need for my discipline. But not only that, you had no self-discipline as well."

I didn't know what to say, but was thinking of what he was saying. Rick and I had had oral sex for some time, and had slept together for years, but for some reason, I guess I thought that was none of Dad's business. Then when Rick left, I couldn't face Dad, so I ran to Dean.

"Yes, Daddy, I know you're right." I just looked down at my hands on my lap. "Do you know what I think? I think you need a good spanking. Just to absolve you of what's been haunting you. And to clear the air and get us off to a better start."

I heard him talking and I knew he was right, but couldn't bring myself to say it. "Well, Julie. You know I'm right, don't you?" I nodded, not speaking. "I want to hear you say it." Tears were forming in my eyes and I didn't think I could speak if I wanted to. His fingers were under my chin, lifting it until I could kinda look him in the eye.

"Ask me for it, Julie. Just say 'Daddy, I need a spanking.'" I tried to look him in the eye, but tears were dropping down to my cheeks.

"Daaaaadddy. Uh, uh, uh. I need a spanking. …. Please…." I looked back down at my hands, and he said, "Ok, Baby, lie here across my lap. I assure you, you'll feel much better afterward."

Well, I couldn't possibly understand how that was going to happen, because in my experience, after a spanking, your bottom is sore and swollen and red. I've had plenty of them, but not since I was a kid. Maybe he was right. Maybe that's what has been wrong with me.

I turned and stretched out across his lap. I had a short robe on, so it was easy for him to lift it and pull my white cotton panties down to my ankles. His large hands were caressing my bottom in a circular motion, over and over. I wanted to tell him to get on with it, but I didn't want him to start at all, so I said nothing.

Suddenly there was a large Whack! And his hand hit my right cheek. And again and again. He always spanks the same spot over and over. And then he moves to a different spot and spanks it over and over. Then he moves to the other cheek. He continued with the longest spanking.

When I was a kid I thought they were the longest spankings, but this was by far the worst. He just kept spanking me, until I was thinking this is never going to end. He covered the top of my ass, the middle of it, on both cheeks thoroughly, and then worked his way down to the soft underside that connects to my thighs. I was crying and crying of course, and he was just talking to me quietly, making me understand he wasn't angry with me, but this was just something I've needed for sometime.

Just when I'd accepted the fact this spanking would go on for eternity, it stopped. I was sobbing and hiccuping and I'd hate to see what my bottom looked like. He urged me to sit up, and pulled me up to his lap.

I sobbed into his chest and he held me close, murmuring soothing words about how he doesn't really want to hurt me, it's my own behavior that causes this….. I hate to say it because my bottom felt terrible, but inside, I felt very good. Purged almost. I wept until it softened and just the hiccups were left. And the feeling of his chest against me. His hands holding me close.

"You're going to be all right, Baby. I think the healing can start now."

"Yes." I said. "Go to the bathroom and wash your face and brush your hair and come right back."

"Yes, Daddy."

I got up and did so, and when I came back, was surprised that it seemed like practically no time had passed on the clock. "Now, young lady, I think it's time you show me a little appreciation. And I think you know exactly what I mean." His legs were spread apart, and he was pulling his cock from the sweatpants, so that against the black sweatpants, his whole scrotum looked large and white and ready for me. I knew exactly what he was expecting.

Before you get to thinking I'd hate this, I've gotta tell you that I do indeed love sucking a big hard cock. My brother Rick taught me how to do a good job, and I do think this is one thing I was born for. I knelt in front of Daddy, took his cock and held it on my right hand like I was weighing it. With my left hand, I encircled the base, pulling it toward him just a little bit, and looking at his head looking at me I began kissing it. Tender little kisses all over the head and soon was darting my tongue in little licks all over the head, then running my tongue down the seam and around the under ridge.

"That's it, Baby, you sure know how to please Daddy. Oh, yeah…" I just kept my eyes and attention focused on his cock, and soon was licking his balls as well. I know he loves it when I pull his balls into my mouth and just keep them in there to warm them, with that lovely gentle sucking.

I don't like to hurry when I do this. Rick used to tell me to calm down, relax and take my time. So, I did just that, knowing Rick was the best instructor a girl could have on how to suck a man's cock. I always like the feeling I'm giving him pleasure. With Dad, however, it was also a feeling of my bottom is so sore and throbbing, I was home. So the pleasure was also mine.

I wasn't trying to hurry or anything, but soon, Dad was holding the sides of my head and his thrusting became more urgent. I increased the sucking and the speed of pulling him into my throat. His cock was swelling thicker, and I knew his release was coming soon.

"OH, yeah, Baby, that feels so good. What a good girl." His cum was shooting in me. I swallowed, and when it kept coming, swallowed again. Then I licked the corners of my mouth and the cum still glistening on his cock. Some of it had dribbled down on my tits, but I couldn't do anything about that. "Oh, sweetie, you sure know how to make Daddy feel good." He lifted me up so I sat on his lap, my head cradled against his chest. My bottom was sore and my mouth was wet and sticky, but I never felt so loved and wanted. It was good to be home.