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He swiped it away as he emptied his bag, dropping his textbooks onto the bed, the books bouncing slightly on the mattress. He sat the empty bag to the side of his bed before lifting the books over to his computer desk, clearing his keyboard out of the way to make room for what was going to be study time. There was another ping from his phone, and instinctively, he went and picked it up to check the new message.\n\nBenji got the good stuff.\n\nAs enticing as the message sounded, Finn started to type his declining response. As much as he wanted to hang out and enjoy the good stuff—a bottle of premium whiskey that Benjamin managed to score for the weekend, Finn had already begrudgingly promised his dad he'd study Friday night. If he was candid with himself, it had been weeks since Finn had hit the books, and his dad had picked up on the number of late nights he had been having and Finn's tendency to sleep in on a Saturday morning. Unfortunately for the teenager, his dad had the day off, leaving Finn open to be collared into spending the night in and actually doing some studying.\n\nCan't. Hitting the books. Keep me some?\n\nHis phone pinged in seconds.\n\nNo promises.\n\nA solemn sigh of disappointment passed Finn's lips as he set up his desk, opening the page to the section he had left off in class. Flipping his notebook open, he wrinkled his nose at the numerous scribbles on the page, from spaceships and planets to the logo on the back of the tee of Jess Harbour, who had sat in front of him in the class. Half paying attention, he made a few notes, but he had switched off at some point, finding himself overwhelmed with the calculus. He knew that Math was a large part of his SATs and he needed a satisfactory grade to apply for college, but numbers had always been his weak spot. But that's what studying was for—to catch up and get his head back in the game.\n\nSoftly, he mumbled, \"Sorry, guys,\" as he put his phone into silent mode and tossed it onto his bed. \"No distractions.\"\n\nHeading downstairs, he passed the living room, the sound of a sports game playing on the television catching his attention. Stepping back and leaning around the door frame, he addressed the man watching. \"Who's winning?\"\n\n\"No one at the moment, but the Phillies got off to a good start,\" Russell replied as he turned round to look at his son, casting a curious expression on him. \"Everything okay?\" he asked, turning the attention quickly off the baseball game.\n\n\"Yeah!\" Finn responded, his tone chipper. \"It's just...\" He drawled his response as he toyed with the idea of suggesting to his dad that he could study another day, that he'd study all weekend, all so that he could hang out with his friends. But he saw the look on his dad's face, and he knew the answer before he could form the words on his lips. \"I'm just getting some water before I start. Helps with focus. You know the drill.\"\n\nRussell gave Finn a suspicious look before he turned back to the television. \"Those books aren't going to read themselves,\" he added as he turned the volume up a little.\n\nMaking his way to the kitchen, Finn gave Jaxx a pet as the dog came up sniffing for food. \"Not now, buddy,\" he chortled at the dog's never-ending hunger, though he did sneak the Akita-Shephard mix a quick treat from the cupboard. Then, filling a glass of water, he made his way back upstairs, glancing at the living room as he did so.\n\n'Why did I promise to study?'\n\nAs much as he knew he had to get his nose in the books, the text from his friends had distracted the teenager. Deep in his gut, he felt the churning rise of anxiety that he was going to miss out on something cool or awesome. He eyed his phone as he headed for his desk, telling himself that looking at it now would only make things worse. There were probably a hundred messages already, with ten pictures of them having a blast. Okay, that was maybe an exaggeration, but it helped deter Finn from looking at the device.\n\nIt was still light outside as Finn turned the blinds, blocking the sunbeams from hitting his desk before popping down into the chair. The early evening sun hanging low in the sky, and it only made Finn hunger more to be out doing anything but Math studies. The teen flipped a few pages back and forth, jogging his memory to what he last looked at before picking up the pen and making some notes. Then, going at a comfortable pace, he completed the calculations on the page before looking up the back of the workbook to check if he got them correct.\n\n'Fuck, I'm bored.'\n\nThe thought that intruded on his studying was mentally swatted away as Finn rolled his shoulders and attempted to double down. He leaned his arms on the table as he read the words on the page, exhaling in frustration as his thoughts continued to wander.\n\n'What about the video on Twitter I said I'd watch later?'\n\n\"No,\" Finn grunted under his breath, thwarting any attempts to derail himself from studying. He leaned back in the chair, stretched, bones clicking as he looked out his bedroom window. He spotted Jaxx racing around the yard like a race car before his dad appeared from the backdoor. Finn could see the back of the man's head as he stood drinking something, but he couldn't figure out what from this angle.\n\nGiving himself a mental pep talk for a few seconds, Finn dragged his attention away from what was outside and back to his workbook. He had made some progress, though a few attempts were needed to get the answer right. After reading through the theory, Finn made quick shorthand notes that he could refer back to help it embed, ignoring Jaxx's barks from outside in the process. Eventually, he finished the section feeling confident that he understood Polynomial Division.\n\n\"That wasn't so bad?\"\n\nDeciding that he deserved a break, Finn let the earlier curious thought out of its cage. The said video had been on a secret thirst account he used when feeling a little hot under the collar. It had a few followers from things Finn retweeted, but it had nothing of importance other than things that turned him on. It wasn't hard to find the video since it was the last thing he had added to his likes. He almost had a mini heart attack as it auto-played—the words do you like that, boy followed by the sound of someone having their butt spanked sounding from the speaker.\n\n\"Crap!\" he hissed as he frantically thumbed the volume button, reducing the sound. The video continued to play as he held his phone in his hands, watching the two men on the screen engage in spanking. There was a clear age difference—the older man looked to be in his early forties while the younger guy taking the spanking looked about Finn's age. It had pushed so many buttons when he stumbled on it during a quick break between classes, chancing a sneaky thirsty glance, but he wanted to wait until he had total privacy before he watched the clip.\n\nRubbing a single hand down his right pant leg, Finn felt his cock stir, the bulge in his fleece shorts starting to grow as the video progressed. To help, the teenager undid the cord on the waistband to give his arousal more room to tent. However, his eyes remained affixed on the screen, his imagination putting himself in place of the young man in the video, setting his fantasies free. He imagined what the sting would feel like, what the receiving party would have felt when he was pressed down against the older man's lap. He had somewhat of an idea, but not in this context.\n\n'I really want that.'\n\n\"Finn?\"\n\nHis immersion was shattered as the teenager lost grip on his phone, the device nearly falling to the floor as he fumbled to catch it. \"Y-yeah?\" he called as he placed his phone on his desk, rushing to his bedroom door to block it as his dad called for him. The last thing he needed was his dad to catch him not studying and with a raging boner. \"What's up?\"\n\n\"I need to go out for half an hour. Watch Jaxx, will you?\"\n\nThere was a bark that Finn could tell came from the backyard. \"Yeah, s-sure!\" There was no further response as Finn heard the scuffing of shoes, the front door opening and closing, and keys turning the lock. He sighed with relief, his heart dislodging from his throat as he plodded back to his chair. Spotting that his phone was still playing the video, though there was no sound playing. \"Crap,\" he chuckled as he picked it up, pressing the lock key. \"That would have been embarrassing.\"\n\nPutting the device back down, he looked out the window to see Jaxx bounce around a rope toy, seemingly amusing himself without the need of anyone else there. Deciding the dog was fine for the time being, the teen returned to his textbook, picking up the pencil and tapping it against the edge of the page. Shifting his thoughts back to his studies proved challenging as Finn found his thoughts wandering. He wasn't surprised that he landed on the idea of getting spanked for not doing his studies, that a teacher, uncle, or even a boyfriend might put Finn in his place and discipline him for not working hard enough.\n\n'Fuck, I can't...'\n\nFinn's body felt tense as arousal pulsed through his veins. His senses were heightened as he heard his analog clock on his bedside cabinet tick almost in time with his throbbing cock. At least, it felt like that since he was acutely aware of how hard he was. There was no possible way he could focus on studying like this, and it left him with no choice but to do something about it.\n\nTurning his blinds down, Finn grabbed his headset from its stand as he moved the mouse to navigate to a new browser window. Sending the link from his phone to his computer, he had the clip open, full screen, in all its glory, the play button enticing him again as he unconsciously chewed on his bottom lip. He reminded himself his dad said he'd be gone for around thirty minutes, but that was enough time for him to jerk one out and get back to his studies.\n\nPushing his shorts and underwear to his knees, the teen's cock sprung free, bouncing as it leaked for attention. Sitting in the chair, he let the garments fall to his ankles as his fingers wrapped around his cock, reaching forward only to hit the spacebar to start the video. A rush of goosebumps decorated his upper arms as the groaning of the younger man teased Finn's ears. It was followed by the phrase you like that, boy, the dual sound in his ears meeting in his mind and taking a high-speed elevator down to his cock.\n\n'Yes, I do!'\n\nThe particular spanking fantasies Finn had centered around discipline, to be spanked for something wrong. Maybe he went to a party, drank underage, got home wasted, and got spanked by a strict uncle. Or perhaps he daydreamed in class, his homework was late, and he got a paddling for his failing grades. While the video was more just a straight-up spanking between two men, Finn has spent some time entertaining himself around the idea.\n\n'Still hot, though.'\n\nStarting his strokes slow, Finn edged himself into masturbating, bringing his tempo up gradually to a moderate pace. The swirl of bliss grew warm in his stomach, his breathing becoming a little quick as his attention focused on the screen, watching the scene play out. He hadn't watched past the first twenty seconds, so what he saw was fresh to his eyes, and his mind devoured the visuals and converted them into arousal. His thoughts worked overtime like there was a horny chemist in his head, mixing various ideas of his own and the visuals he saw to concoct striking imagery for his teenage hormones to feed off.\n\nFinn murmured under his breath, though he couldn't hear his words over the spanking playing in his ears. \"Spank me.\" He increased his speed again, massaging the head of his cock in his palm to drive his pleasure before stimulating the entire shaft again. Licking his lips as his eyes furrowed, he kicked himself out of his shorts to spread his legs a little further. His eyes fluttered closed, using just the sounds from the video to picture something more intimate in his head. \"Sorry, teach,\" he whispered, feeling the rising boil of his orgasm starting to form.\n\n\"Finn!\"\n\nThe intruding voice that sounded was not one that Finn had expected to hear, and it was not one he ever wanted to hear while he was jerking off.\n\n\"Dad!?\" At lightning speed, Finn took off his headphones, turned the volume down, and closed the browser window as he became aware of his dad's presence in his room. Quickly, he stood up, but in doing so, he had stepped away from his shorts, and with them scattered under his desk, his only option left was to pull his boner towards his body and hide it behind his arms and wrists to protect whatever modesty he had left.\n\n'How long... was he... how much did he—'\n\n\"I found Jaxx roaming outside front. Seems he managed to figure a way to jump the fence using the concrete sacks out back.\"\n\n\"Jaxx was—\" That was the least of Finn's troubles as he felt his face heat up from the immense level of embarrassment he was feeling. \"What are you—\"\n\n\"I asked you to watch him.\"\n\n\"I did!\" came Finn's immediate response, followed by a more honest, \"I was...\"\n\nRussell gestured his hand towards his son, raising an eyebrow. \"Didn't seem like it.\"\n\n\"I... just... I just got...\" Finn couldn't string a sentence together as his thoughts whooshed around in his head like a tornado. The art of talking abandoned him as he tried desperately to find some way to explain everything away. Here he was, half-naked, in front of his dad, caught jerking off to spanking porn, of all things. Finn hoped his dad hadn't seen the screen, but only time would tell. In his hands, he could still feel his throbbing cock, which only made the situation even more awkward.\n\n'If this is a fucking dream, now would be a good time to wake up!'\n\n\"Look,\" Russell started as he stepped into Finn's bedroom, closing the door behind him. \"We all have fantasies and can all take form in mysterious ways.\"\n\n\"What?\" Finn blurted out, eyes widening in panic. \"Are you seriously trying to give me the birds and the bees talk or something?\"\n\n\"I'm just trying to say there's nothing to be embarrassed about,\" Russell attempted, softening his tone as he spoke. \"But this is going to make things really difficult.\"\n\n\"Difficult?\" Finn asked, the panic still evident on his face.\n\nRussell let out a heavy sigh as he contemplated his next move. \"Jaxx could have gotten hurt, Finn. And you weren't paying attention. I'd like to say you were studying, but instead, you're here... masturbating to... spanking porn.\" Russell paused as he strolled over to Finn's bed, deliberately appreciating the row of snapbacks above Finn's bed, \"As I said, this isn't about you getting off or about what it was you were getting off to. It's healthy for a young man of your age to have an outlet. But there have to be consequences here.\"\n\n\"Okay, I'm sorry,\" Finn attempted, shrugging his shoulders while trying to keep his manhood covered. \"I'll make up for it. I'll...\" he thought for a moment. \"I'll study all weekend. And next weekend.\"\n\n\"Finn,\" Russell shook his head. \"You've made these promises before,\" he advised before looking at his son, catching how red the boy's face was. \"But this isn't about the studying or the masturbation—\"\n\n\"Can we not keep talking about me jerking off?\" Finn interrupted. \"So not cool.\"\n\n\"Okay, well,\" Russell coughed as he loosened the top button on his polo shirt. \"The point I'm trying to make is that you need some discipline. And that's why things are awkward because... of what I just saw.\"\n\nSuddenly, all the jigsaw pieces fitted into place, and the picture in Finn's head was not what he wanted. \"No way. You can't be serious, dad. I'm eighteen now!\"\n\nRussell locked his eyes on Finn. \"You think you're too old?\"\n\nThe last time Finn had got spanked was when he was seventeen after coming home and smelling of weed. He'd received a belting from his dad after he was busted, giving Finn the lecture about his high school grades, swimming career, and responsibilities. Finn had managed to keep his nose clean since the last time, and having turned eighteen, he had hoped that part of his life was behind him. While Finn had fantasies about getting spanked again for stupid teenage bullshit, those were definitely not linked to what he had gotten from his dad. He was absolutely sure this was not going to be the experience he was looking for.\n\n'This is fucking embarrassing!'\n\n\"Yeah!\" Finn answered back, grateful at least for his softening cock as he adjusted his hands to continue hiding his modesty. \"I fucked up. I'm sorry. Can't we find some other way to sort this?\"\n\n\"I wish there was, Finnis.\"\n\nThere it was, his full first name. Whenever a parent dropped that, Finn knew they were being undeniably serious, and there was no way he was getting out of this. In this case, not without a sore, red bottom.\n\n\"This is bullshit, dad!\"\n\n\"Finnis,\" the man drawled, his tone lowering as he became frustrated at his son. \"Don't make this any more difficult than it is.\"\n\n\"Dad, please!\"\n\nWith a frustrated sigh, Russell reached for Finn's arm, pulling the boy towards him. He had lost patience with his son, not in the mood for his attitude, and neither did he care if it embarrassed the teen further by pulling his hands away from his groin. The only thing on Russell's mind was that Finn wasn't taking responsibility for Jaxx escaping the backyard, and he had to do something about it, no matter how awkward Finn might feel due to his porn-of-choice. As Russell sat back down on Finn's bed, the boy tumbled over his lap, watching Finn throw his hands out to catch his fall while his legs kicked in the air.\n\nA sharp slap filled the room, followed by Finn's yelp as he felt his dad's hand crack down on his bare backside. With nothing to protect his rear, Finn felt the sting immediately as the second slap fell on the opposite cheek. If he had his shorts and undies still on, he could have that buffer to prepare himself, but without them, he would feel the entire thing.\n\n\"Dad, can't we talk about this?\"\n\nRussell shook his head as he tightened a hand around Finn's waist to ensure he had a firm grasp on the teen. \"We tried that. When you said you would study, remember? And that you'd watch Jaxx?\"\n\n\"I said I was sorry!\"\n\nIt was the first time Finn had potentially said sorry for Jaxx getting out front, but Russell was not going to let Finn off that easily. His chance had passed. As he struck his hand down on his son's bare bottom, alternating cheek to cheek, he witnessed the skin starting to quickly turn pink. Finn's grunts and yelps told him the boy was feeling the smacks as they landed perfectly on his butt.\n\nFinn recognized that his dad had ignored his apology as he felt the firm slaps come down onto his ass, the fiery sting making him squirm. Humiliated, he bit his lip to try and stop any more cries escaping his mouth, doing his best to withstand the spanking rather than fight against it. It was bad enough his dad caught him jerking to spanking porn, but to then spank him made Finn want to hide his face. He could feel the heat from his reddened face, and he was pretty sure it matched how hot his bottom was feeling.\n\n\"Dad! Come on, please!\"\n\n\"Do you even know what you're being spanked for?\" Russell questioned as he quickly gave half a dozen firm slaps before resting his hand on the teenager's butt.\n\n\"For not studying and watching porn.\"\n\n\"Not quite.\" Another half dozen smacks. \"You did promise to study and were clearly not doing that when I came up, but this isn't about you masturbating.\"\n\nFinn cringed at hearing his dad say that word.\n\n\"It's about Jaxx,\" Russell continued. \"It's about how he could have gotten hurt or run off. You didn't watch him like I asked, and that's the part I'm most disappointed at.\"\n\nThat made sense. Finn hung his head as he realized what his dad was mad about. There was a weird but small comfort his dad wasn't pissed about him jerking off to porn, but when it was laid out like that, Finn couldn't deny that he should have taken more responsibility for keeping an eye on the dog. \"Sorry,\" he grumbled towards the floor.\n\nRussell didn't break his rhythm in the spanking, though he acknowledged the apology with a silent nod. His son's bottom was a glowing red, and he could hear uncomfortable whines coming from Finn as his legs flinched on some of the spanks. But he wasn't finished. It was always the same routine. Once he got the apology, then they would move to taking responsibility. Kicking on his house slipper, he grabbed it before wiping the sole against his leg. Then, bringing it up to Finn's rear, he gave a couple of soft taps.\n\n\"I appreciate the apology, Finnis. And I hope that you've taken a lesson away from this.\"\n\n\"I have,\" Finn responded, defeated. He felt the smooth ergonomic sole against his hot bottom. He wanted to argue, to protest against what he knew was about to come, but he also knew that his dad would see things through. That, and the fact every other time Finn had argued back against a spanking, it only gained him some additional smacks. But the frustration started to build inside him again, feeling he was too old for this type of punishment. \"Come on, dad. I said I was sorry. Can we not with the slipper?\"\n\nRussell continued to tap the slipper on the center of Finn's backside as a warning while he spoke. \"I was going to say twelve, and we'll call it even, but your attitude just got you double.\"\n\n\"Dad!\"\n\n\"Do you want to make it triple?\"\n\nFinn pursed his lips to try and hold back his real answer. \"No,\" he grumbled.\n\n\"Count them.\"\n\nAs soon as his dad finished his command, Finn felt the slipper whack right on the center of his backside. He yelped before biting his knuckles. The sting was sharper than he remembered. \"One.\" Then a second one came, and it felt firmer than the first. \"T-two!... ow...\" He counted them aloud as each strike came down hard, some on the center of his rear, some striking one cheek, then the other. By the time they got to twelve, the teen felt his legs kicking as he struggled to keep his composure. Finally, he reached up, using his hand to block his backside, protesting, \"Dad, it hurts!\"\n\n\"Put your hand down,\" Russell instructed as he batted the offending limb away from Finn's butt, \"and keep it down.\" Once again, he patted the top part of the slipper against Finn's cheeks. He considered threatening another set, but he wasn't unreasonable—he could clearly see his son was getting the message. \"Twelve more, and we're done.\"\n\nCounting each whack up to twenty-four was a struggle, and Finn could feel the formation of tears wetting his eyes. The weight of discomfiture made his chest feel tight, and he took a few deep, slow breaths as he saw his dad drop the slipper back to the floor. Eventually, a hand was placed on his shoulder to help him get to his feet. As soon as he got up, Finn found his hands darting to cover his groin again. He quickly got dressed as his dad turned his back to him, allowing him the opportunity.\n\n\"I mean what I said before,\" Russell started as he looked down the hall, waiting for his son to finish making himself decent again. \"I don't want this to be about what you find arousing. This is about you not looking after Jaxx. I don't want you to feel ashamed for masturba—\"\n\n\"Seriously, dad,\" Finn groaned in response. \"I get it. Jerking off is fine in your books. Responsibilities first, though.\" He pulled his underwear and shorts back on, grumbling, \"I don't need to know how down you are about jacking one out.\" He felt the string on his backside as the waistband from his clothing pulled over the scorched skin. He didn't have to look, but Finn was pretty sure he was pretty red.\n\n\"I'm just trying to ensure you take the right message away from this.\"\n\n\"Trust me,\" Finn rebuffed. \"Message received.\"\n\nTurning around, Russell put his hands into his pockets as he watched his son smooth down his t-shirt, fully dressed again, though the heat in the boy's face matched the shade he was sporting on his rear end. \"Okay, I'll take your word on it.\" He wanted to ease the tension between them, even though he firmly believed that Finn had deserved the spanking. \"I still need to go out if you fancy a drive? Can stop off somewhere and grab a bite to eat.\"\n\nFinn could see straight through the truce offer, but he declined. \"Nah. I really should finish studying.\" He fumbled his words as he tried to turn things in a more positive direction. \"I did manage to get some of the work done, so I should finish the rest.\"\n\n\"Okay,\" Russell answered, taking a step forward to give his son a friendly pat on the shoulder. \"I'll leave you to it.\"\n\nWith Russell out of his room, Finn could finally release the heavy sigh he had been holding onto, letting go all the pressure and tightness that had accumulated in his body He looked to the ceiling of his room, deep in thought, trying to process the feeling of loss of face. His dad now knew he jerked off to spanking porn and then proceeded to spank him. The two things couldn't be more far apart from each other, which left Finn feeling awkward and uncomfortable. He turned his computer screen back on, closing the video, having lost his mood to go back and finish what he had started. 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The message pinged through on Finn's phone with a notification card displaying at the top of the screen. He swiped it away as he emptied his bag, dropping his textbooks onto the bed, the books bouncing slightly on the mattress. He sat the empty bag to the side of his bed before lifting the books over to his computer desk, clearing his keyboard out of the way to make room for what was going to be study time. There was another ping from his phone, and instinctively, he went and picked it up to check the new message.
Benji got the good stuff.
As enticing as the message sounded, Finn started to type his declining response. As much as he wanted to hang out and enjoy the good stuff—a bottle of premium whiskey that Benjamin managed to score for the weekend, Finn had already begrudgingly promised his dad he'd study Friday night. If he was candid with himself, it had been weeks since Finn had hit the books, and his dad had picked up on the number of late nights he had been having and Finn's tendency to sleep in on a Saturday morning. Unfortunately for the teenager, his dad had the day off, leaving Finn open to be collared into spending the night in and actually doing some studying.
Can't. Hitting the books. Keep me some?
His phone pinged in seconds.
No promises.
A solemn sigh of disappointment passed Finn's lips as he set up his desk, opening the page to the section he had left off in class. Flipping his notebook open, he wrinkled his nose at the numerous scribbles on the page, from spaceships and planets to the logo on the back of the tee of Jess Harbour, who had sat in front of him in the class. Half paying attention, he made a few notes, but he had switched off at some point, finding himself overwhelmed with the calculus. He knew that Math was a large part of his SATs and he needed a satisfactory grade to apply for college, but numbers had always been his weak spot. But that's what studying was for—to catch up and get his head back in the game.
Softly, he mumbled, "Sorry, guys," as he put his phone into silent mode and tossed it onto his bed. "No distractions."
Heading downstairs, he passed the living room, the sound of a sports game playing on the television catching his attention. Stepping back and leaning around the door frame, he addressed the man watching. "Who's winning?"
"No one at the moment, but the Phillies got off to a good start," Russell replied as he turned round to look at his son, casting a curious expression on him. "Everything okay?" he asked, turning the attention quickly off the baseball game.
"Yeah!" Finn responded, his tone chipper. "It's just..." He drawled his response as he toyed with the idea of suggesting to his dad that he could study another day, that he'd study all weekend, all so that he could hang out with his friends. But he saw the look on his dad's face, and he knew the answer before he could form the words on his lips. "I'm just getting some water before I start. Helps with focus. You know the drill."
Russell gave Finn a suspicious look before he turned back to the television. "Those books aren't going to read themselves," he added as he turned the volume up a little.
Making his way to the kitchen, Finn gave Jaxx a pet as the dog came up sniffing for food. "Not now, buddy," he chortled at the dog's never-ending hunger, though he did sneak the Akita-Shephard mix a quick treat from the cupboard. Then, filling a glass of water, he made his way back upstairs, glancing at the living room as he did so.
'Why did I promise to study?'
As much as he knew he had to get his nose in the books, the text from his friends had distracted the teenager. Deep in his gut, he felt the churning rise of anxiety that he was going to miss out on something cool or awesome. He eyed his phone as he headed for his desk, telling himself that looking at it now would only make things worse. There were probably a hundred messages already, with ten pictures of them having a blast. Okay, that was maybe an exaggeration, but it helped deter Finn from looking at the device.
It was still light outside as Finn turned the blinds, blocking the sunbeams from hitting his desk before popping down into the chair. The early evening sun hanging low in the sky, and it only made Finn hunger more to be out doing anything but Math studies. The teen flipped a few pages back and forth, jogging his memory to what he last looked at before picking up the pen and making some notes. Then, going at a comfortable pace, he completed the calculations on the page before looking up the back of the workbook to check if he got them correct.
'Fuck, I'm bored.'
The thought that intruded on his studying was mentally swatted away as Finn rolled his shoulders and attempted to double down. He leaned his arms on the table as he read the words on the page, exhaling in frustration as his thoughts continued to wander.
'What about the video on Twitter I said I'd watch later?'
"No," Finn grunted under his breath, thwarting any attempts to derail himself from studying. He leaned back in the chair, stretched, bones clicking as he looked out his bedroom window. He spotted Jaxx racing around the yard like a race car before his dad appeared from the backdoor. Finn could see the back of the man's head as he stood drinking something, but he couldn't figure out what from this angle.
Giving himself a mental pep talk for a few seconds, Finn dragged his attention away from what was outside and back to his workbook. He had made some progress, though a few attempts were needed to get the answer right. After reading through the theory, Finn made quick shorthand notes that he could refer back to help it embed, ignoring Jaxx's barks from outside in the process. Eventually, he finished the section feeling confident that he understood Polynomial Division.
"That wasn't so bad?"
Deciding that he deserved a break, Finn let the earlier curious thought out of its cage. The said video had been on a secret thirst account he used when feeling a little hot under the collar. It had a few followers from things Finn retweeted, but it had nothing of importance other than things that turned him on. It wasn't hard to find the video since it was the last thing he had added to his likes. He almost had a mini heart attack as it auto-played—the words do you like that, boy followed by the sound of someone having their butt spanked sounding from the speaker.
"Crap!" he hissed as he frantically thumbed the volume button, reducing the sound. The video continued to play as he held his phone in his hands, watching the two men on the screen engage in spanking. There was a clear age difference—the older man looked to be in his early forties while the younger guy taking the spanking looked about Finn's age. It had pushed so many buttons when he stumbled on it during a quick break between classes, chancing a sneaky thirsty glance, but he wanted to wait until he had total privacy before he watched the clip.
Rubbing a single hand down his right pant leg, Finn felt his cock stir, the bulge in his fleece shorts starting to grow as the video progressed. To help, the teenager undid the cord on the waistband to give his arousal more room to tent. However, his eyes remained affixed on the screen, his imagination putting himself in place of the young man in the video, setting his fantasies free. He imagined what the sting would feel like, what the receiving party would have felt when he was pressed down against the older man's lap. He had somewhat of an idea, but not in this context.
'I really want that.'
"Finn?"
His immersion was shattered as the teenager lost grip on his phone, the device nearly falling to the floor as he fumbled to catch it. "Y-yeah?" he called as he placed his phone on his desk, rushing to his bedroom door to block it as his dad called for him. The last thing he needed was his dad to catch him not studying and with a raging boner. "What's up?"
"I need to go out for half an hour. Watch Jaxx, will you?"
There was a bark that Finn could tell came from the backyard. "Yeah, s-sure!" There was no further response as Finn heard the scuffing of shoes, the front door opening and closing, and keys turning the lock. He sighed with relief, his heart dislodging from his throat as he plodded back to his chair. Spotting that his phone was still playing the video, though there was no sound playing. "Crap," he chuckled as he picked it up, pressing the lock key. "That would have been embarrassing."
Putting the device back down, he looked out the window to see Jaxx bounce around a rope toy, seemingly amusing himself without the need of anyone else there. Deciding the dog was fine for the time being, the teen returned to his textbook, picking up the pencil and tapping it against the edge of the page. Shifting his thoughts back to his studies proved challenging as Finn found his thoughts wandering. He wasn't surprised that he landed on the idea of getting spanked for not doing his studies, that a teacher, uncle, or even a boyfriend might put Finn in his place and discipline him for not working hard enough.
'Fuck, I can't...'
Finn's body felt tense as arousal pulsed through his veins. His senses were heightened as he heard his analog clock on his bedside cabinet tick almost in time with his throbbing cock. At least, it felt like that since he was acutely aware of how hard he was. There was no possible way he could focus on studying like this, and it left him with no choice but to do something about it.
Turning his blinds down, Finn grabbed his headset from its stand as he moved the mouse to navigate to a new browser window. Sending the link from his phone to his computer, he had the clip open, full screen, in all its glory, the play button enticing him again as he unconsciously chewed on his bottom lip. He reminded himself his dad said he'd be gone for around thirty minutes, but that was enough time for him to jerk one out and get back to his studies.
Pushing his shorts and underwear to his knees, the teen's cock sprung free, bouncing as it leaked for attention. Sitting in the chair, he let the garments fall to his ankles as his fingers wrapped around his cock, reaching forward only to hit the spacebar to start the video. A rush of goosebumps decorated his upper arms as the groaning of the younger man teased Finn's ears. It was followed by the phrase you like that, boy, the dual sound in his ears meeting in his mind and taking a high-speed elevator down to his cock.
'Yes, I do!'
The particular spanking fantasies Finn had centered around discipline, to be spanked for something wrong. Maybe he went to a party, drank underage, got home wasted, and got spanked by a strict uncle. Or perhaps he daydreamed in class, his homework was late, and he got a paddling for his failing grades. While the video was more just a straight-up spanking between two men, Finn has spent some time entertaining himself around the idea.
'Still hot, though.'
Starting his strokes slow, Finn edged himself into masturbating, bringing his tempo up gradually to a moderate pace. The swirl of bliss grew warm in his stomach, his breathing becoming a little quick as his attention focused on the screen, watching the scene play out. He hadn't watched past the first twenty seconds, so what he saw was fresh to his eyes, and his mind devoured the visuals and converted them into arousal. His thoughts worked overtime like there was a horny chemist in his head, mixing various ideas of his own and the visuals he saw to concoct striking imagery for his teenage hormones to feed off.
Finn murmured under his breath, though he couldn't hear his words over the spanking playing in his ears. "Spank me." He increased his speed again, massaging the head of his cock in his palm to drive his pleasure before stimulating the entire shaft again. Licking his lips as his eyes furrowed, he kicked himself out of his shorts to spread his legs a little further. His eyes fluttered closed, using just the sounds from the video to picture something more intimate in his head. "Sorry, teach," he whispered, feeling the rising boil of his orgasm starting to form.
"Finn!"
The intruding voice that sounded was not one that Finn had expected to hear, and it was not one he ever wanted to hear while he was jerking off.
"Dad!?" At lightning speed, Finn took off his headphones, turned the volume down, and closed the browser window as he became aware of his dad's presence in his room. Quickly, he stood up, but in doing so, he had stepped away from his shorts, and with them scattered under his desk, his only option left was to pull his boner towards his body and hide it behind his arms and wrists to protect whatever modesty he had left.
'How long... was he... how much did he—'
"I found Jaxx roaming outside front. Seems he managed to figure a way to jump the fence using the concrete sacks out back."
"Jaxx was—" That was the least of Finn's troubles as he felt his face heat up from the immense level of embarrassment he was feeling. "What are you—"
"I asked you to watch him."
"I did!" came Finn's immediate response, followed by a more honest, "I was..."
Russell gestured his hand towards his son, raising an eyebrow. "Didn't seem like it."
"I... just... I just got..." Finn couldn't string a sentence together as his thoughts whooshed around in his head like a tornado. The art of talking abandoned him as he tried desperately to find some way to explain everything away. Here he was, half-naked, in front of his dad, caught jerking off to spanking porn, of all things. Finn hoped his dad hadn't seen the screen, but only time would tell. In his hands, he could still feel his throbbing cock, which only made the situation even more awkward.
'If this is a fucking dream, now would be a good time to wake up!'
"Look," Russell started as he stepped into Finn's bedroom, closing the door behind him. "We all have fantasies and can all take form in mysterious ways."
"What?" Finn blurted out, eyes widening in panic. "Are you seriously trying to give me the birds and the bees talk or something?"
"I'm just trying to say there's nothing to be embarrassed about," Russell attempted, softening his tone as he spoke. "But this is going to make things really difficult."
"Difficult?" Finn asked, the panic still evident on his face.
Russell let out a heavy sigh as he contemplated his next move. "Jaxx could have gotten hurt, Finn. And you weren't paying attention. I'd like to say you were studying, but instead, you're here... masturbating to... spanking porn." Russell paused as he strolled over to Finn's bed, deliberately appreciating the row of snapbacks above Finn's bed, "As I said, this isn't about you getting off or about what it was you were getting off to. It's healthy for a young man of your age to have an outlet. But there have to be consequences here."
"Okay, I'm sorry," Finn attempted, shrugging his shoulders while trying to keep his manhood covered. "I'll make up for it. I'll..." he thought for a moment. "I'll study all weekend. And next weekend."
"Finn," Russell shook his head. "You've made these promises before," he advised before looking at his son, catching how red the boy's face was. "But this isn't about the studying or the masturbation—"
"Can we not keep talking about me jerking off?" Finn interrupted. "So not cool."
"Okay, well," Russell coughed as he loosened the top button on his polo shirt. "The point I'm trying to make is that you need some discipline. And that's why things are awkward because... of what I just saw."
Suddenly, all the jigsaw pieces fitted into place, and the picture in Finn's head was not what he wanted. "No way. You can't be serious, dad. I'm eighteen now!"
Russell locked his eyes on Finn. "You think you're too old?"
The last time Finn had got spanked was when he was seventeen after coming home and smelling of weed. He'd received a belting from his dad after he was busted, giving Finn the lecture about his high school grades, swimming career, and responsibilities. Finn had managed to keep his nose clean since the last time, and having turned eighteen, he had hoped that part of his life was behind him. While Finn had fantasies about getting spanked again for stupid teenage bullshit, those were definitely not linked to what he had gotten from his dad. He was absolutely sure this was not going to be the experience he was looking for.
'This is fucking embarrassing!'
"Yeah!" Finn answered back, grateful at least for his softening cock as he adjusted his hands to continue hiding his modesty. "I fucked up. I'm sorry. Can't we find some other way to sort this?"
"I wish there was, Finnis."
There it was, his full first name. Whenever a parent dropped that, Finn knew they were being undeniably serious, and there was no way he was getting out of this. In this case, not without a sore, red bottom.
"This is bullshit, dad!"
"Finnis," the man drawled, his tone lowering as he became frustrated at his son. "Don't make this any more difficult than it is."
"Dad, please!"
With a frustrated sigh, Russell reached for Finn's arm, pulling the boy towards him. He had lost patience with his son, not in the mood for his attitude, and neither did he care if it embarrassed the teen further by pulling his hands away from his groin. The only thing on Russell's mind was that Finn wasn't taking responsibility for Jaxx escaping the backyard, and he had to do something about it, no matter how awkward Finn might feel due to his porn-of-choice. As Russell sat back down on Finn's bed, the boy tumbled over his lap, watching Finn throw his hands out to catch his fall while his legs kicked in the air.
A sharp slap filled the room, followed by Finn's yelp as he felt his dad's hand crack down on his bare backside. With nothing to protect his rear, Finn felt the sting immediately as the second slap fell on the opposite cheek. If he had his shorts and undies still on, he could have that buffer to prepare himself, but without them, he would feel the entire thing.
"Dad, can't we talk about this?"
Russell shook his head as he tightened a hand around Finn's waist to ensure he had a firm grasp on the teen. "We tried that. When you said you would study, remember? And that you'd watch Jaxx?"
"I said I was sorry!"
It was the first time Finn had potentially said sorry for Jaxx getting out front, but Russell was not going to let Finn off that easily. His chance had passed. As he struck his hand down on his son's bare bottom, alternating cheek to cheek, he witnessed the skin starting to quickly turn pink. Finn's grunts and yelps told him the boy was feeling the smacks as they landed perfectly on his butt.
Finn recognized that his dad had ignored his apology as he felt the firm slaps come down onto his ass, the fiery sting making him squirm. Humiliated, he bit his lip to try and stop any more cries escaping his mouth, doing his best to withstand the spanking rather than fight against it. It was bad enough his dad caught him jerking to spanking porn, but to then spank him made Finn want to hide his face. He could feel the heat from his reddened face, and he was pretty sure it matched how hot his bottom was feeling.
"Dad! Come on, please!"
"Do you even know what you're being spanked for?" Russell questioned as he quickly gave half a dozen firm slaps before resting his hand on the teenager's butt.
"For not studying and watching porn."
"Not quite." Another half dozen smacks. "You did promise to study and were clearly not doing that when I came up, but this isn't about you masturbating."
Finn cringed at hearing his dad say that word.
"It's about Jaxx," Russell continued. "It's about how he could have gotten hurt or run off. You didn't watch him like I asked, and that's the part I'm most disappointed at."
That made sense. Finn hung his head as he realized what his dad was mad about. There was a weird but small comfort his dad wasn't pissed about him jerking off to porn, but when it was laid out like that, Finn couldn't deny that he should have taken more responsibility for keeping an eye on the dog. "Sorry," he grumbled towards the floor.
Russell didn't break his rhythm in the spanking, though he acknowledged the apology with a silent nod. His son's bottom was a glowing red, and he could hear uncomfortable whines coming from Finn as his legs flinched on some of the spanks. But he wasn't finished. It was always the same routine. Once he got the apology, then they would move to taking responsibility. Kicking on his house slipper, he grabbed it before wiping the sole against his leg. Then, bringing it up to Finn's rear, he gave a couple of soft taps.
"I appreciate the apology, Finnis. And I hope that you've taken a lesson away from this."
"I have," Finn responded, defeated. He felt the smooth ergonomic sole against his hot bottom. He wanted to argue, to protest against what he knew was about to come, but he also knew that his dad would see things through. That, and the fact every other time Finn had argued back against a spanking, it only gained him some additional smacks. But the frustration started to build inside him again, feeling he was too old for this type of punishment. "Come on, dad. I said I was sorry. Can we not with the slipper?"
Russell continued to tap the slipper on the center of Finn's backside as a warning while he spoke. "I was going to say twelve, and we'll call it even, but your attitude just got you double."
"Dad!"
"Do you want to make it triple?"
Finn pursed his lips to try and hold back his real answer. "No," he grumbled.
"Count them."
As soon as his dad finished his command, Finn felt the slipper whack right on the center of his backside. He yelped before biting his knuckles. The sting was sharper than he remembered. "One." Then a second one came, and it felt firmer than the first. "T-two!... ow..." He counted them aloud as each strike came down hard, some on the center of his rear, some striking one cheek, then the other. By the time they got to twelve, the teen felt his legs kicking as he struggled to keep his composure. Finally, he reached up, using his hand to block his backside, protesting, "Dad, it hurts!"
"Put your hand down," Russell instructed as he batted the offending limb away from Finn's butt, "and keep it down." Once again, he patted the top part of the slipper against Finn's cheeks. He considered threatening another set, but he wasn't unreasonable—he could clearly see his son was getting the message. "Twelve more, and we're done."
Counting each whack up to twenty-four was a struggle, and Finn could feel the formation of tears wetting his eyes. The weight of discomfiture made his chest feel tight, and he took a few deep, slow breaths as he saw his dad drop the slipper back to the floor. Eventually, a hand was placed on his shoulder to help him get to his feet. As soon as he got up, Finn found his hands darting to cover his groin again. He quickly got dressed as his dad turned his back to him, allowing him the opportunity.
"I mean what I said before," Russell started as he looked down the hall, waiting for his son to finish making himself decent again. "I don't want this to be about what you find arousing. This is about you not looking after Jaxx. I don't want you to feel ashamed for masturba—"
"Seriously, dad," Finn groaned in response. "I get it. Jerking off is fine in your books. Responsibilities first, though." He pulled his underwear and shorts back on, grumbling, "I don't need to know how down you are about jacking one out." He felt the string on his backside as the waistband from his clothing pulled over the scorched skin. He didn't have to look, but Finn was pretty sure he was pretty red.
"I'm just trying to ensure you take the right message away from this."
"Trust me," Finn rebuffed. "Message received."
Turning around, Russell put his hands into his pockets as he watched his son smooth down his t-shirt, fully dressed again, though the heat in the boy's face matched the shade he was sporting on his rear end. "Okay, I'll take your word on it." He wanted to ease the tension between them, even though he firmly believed that Finn had deserved the spanking. "I still need to go out if you fancy a drive? Can stop off somewhere and grab a bite to eat."
Finn could see straight through the truce offer, but he declined. "Nah. I really should finish studying." He fumbled his words as he tried to turn things in a more positive direction. "I did manage to get some of the work done, so I should finish the rest."
"Okay," Russell answered, taking a step forward to give his son a friendly pat on the shoulder. "I'll leave you to it."
With Russell out of his room, Finn could finally release the heavy sigh he had been holding onto, letting go all the pressure and tightness that had accumulated in his body He looked to the ceiling of his room, deep in thought, trying to process the feeling of loss of face. His dad now knew he jerked off to spanking porn and then proceeded to spank him. The two things couldn't be more far apart from each other, which left Finn feeling awkward and uncomfortable. He turned his computer screen back on, closing the video, having lost his mood to go back and finish what he had started. He vowed he'd still get the spanking he fantasized about someday, but the teen could have more fun with it with a stranger.
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