When I was in my late teens, I came home a bit late for a date and my father was waiting up for me, not happy I was out so late. He asked me if I’d been a little slut out on my date with my boyfriend. I did not answer him. He took my silence as a yes, so he grabbed me over his lap and pulled my skirt up to spank me. When he saw my stockings and garter belt he knew I didn’t have them on just for me, that it was because some boy was to be seeing them.
He got even more angry as he commented on my lingerie and what a little slut I must be on my dates. He began to slap my ass with his hand and as he did, I could feel him getting hard underneath me, it was arousing him to spank me. I didn’t say anything of course, as he’d just have made his spanking all the harder. He was starting to breathe hard like men do when they become sexually aroused. He finally stopped spanking me and let me go. I ran up the stairs and realized a few minutes later I’d left my purse on the table by the door, so I started down the stairs to get it.
I was stopped dead in my tracks when I saw him masturbating sitting right there in is chair. Obviously I had turned him on and he was stroking himself to relive himself of the pent up tension in his balls. I left the purse for later and went back up to my room. I couldn’t believe what I’d just witnessed. My mom was asleep, there was no benefit in telling her about any of it. I just tried to keep my distance, but it was a very strange and disturbing incident.
