I'm With You Ch. 42

Avery's POV

Ugh! The taste of soap is so disgusting. It's tangy, like something spoiled. And the natural reaction when it touches my tongue is to gag, but Dad just holds my face still and literally scrubs my mouth out. Thoroughly.

I swear I'm about to puke.

Just as I could practically feel bile rising in my throat, my dad stopped. I looked up at him, squeezing my mouth shut to keep from actually dry heaving. "You can rinse," he told me, stepping back. I practically dove towards the sink to run my mouth with water, straight from the faucet. After I'd rinsed, gurgled, and spit three times I still had the aftertaste of "Ocean Breeze" or whatever kind of soap my mom had bought me at the store.

"Ugh, that was so gross," I complained.

"Your mouth is what gross, what with that language," Dad told me sternly. For some reason, even though I'm literally days away from turning sixteen, all my dad had to do was look at me a certain way or get that disappointed or disapproving tone too his voice and I'd turn into a six year old in front of him. I hated disappointing him. That old saying, about how it's worse to disappoint your parents than it is to make them mad?

It was horribly true.

"Come on," Dad told me, and he led me back into my bedroom. My room was orange, covered from wall to wall in Tennessee Vol stuff, and there was plenty of camo too. There was a couple posters up on my walls. One was of my mom, back when she was still in the entertainment business. I think it was of one of her performances at the Grammys. And there was one of my dad and uncles during a concert back when my siblings and I had been about one or two; their prime.

Dad nodded at my bed, and I knew what he wanted. I stepped forward as he slipped his belt off. That sound, sliding leather, brought goose bumps to my skin. I dropped my athletic shorts and my boxers before bending over. My bed was tall, and it was at the perfect height for me to rest my upper body in the soft orange comforter.

Sometimes Dad gave us a number before he spanked us, to tell us just how long we'd be in this position. And other times he didn't. This was one of those times. He didn't tell me anything; just started up firmly.

I'd been getting spanked since as far back as I could remember. Mom and Dad had raised me and my siblings to be gentlemen and ladies, respectful and responsible. Sometimes, okay a lot of times, we slipped up and they stepped in. Sure, we'd try to argue our side some, but most of the time we knew when we deserved it. And my parents had never been unfair to any of us.

It wasn't exactly a new thing for me. I wouldn't go as far as to say I'm a bad kid, but I do get punished a lot. Sometimes it's things that I could have definitely prevented by not making dumb decisions, but other times it's just me caught up in the moment.

I fisted a section of my comforter as Dad went down to the backs of my upper thighs. That part, and the 'sit-spot' were the two worst places he and Mom focused on. Though Mom tended to land some to the crease, and it almost always got a rise out of us. And my butt was on fire, and each new lick only made it worse.

I guess Dad knew that I was getting towards the end of my resilience. He placed a hand on my lower back. "Just a few more."

Those few more turned out to be six, and when he put the belt down on the bed next to me I was blinking back tears. I don't cry during spankings. Well, at least not at the current moment. I hadn't cried since I was fourteen from a spanking. Luckily my parents knew that I was sorry, even though I didn't cry.

I felt Dad's hands slide my boxers up very carefully, and secure them around my waist without letting the elastic band come into contact with my butt. Then he let me stand up before pulling me into a hug.

I'm six-one, pushing two hundred pounds of mainly muscle from working out. I'm only a few inches shorter than my dad. I'm turning sixteen in two days.

And I'm hugging my daddy like I'm three.

"It's all over, baby," Dad told me gently. He only ever called me that whenever I was hurt or upset. And never in public. I appreciated it though, especially now. I needed to know he wasn't mad at me; that I'm still his baby boy, his son. "I love you."

"I love you too, Daddy," I whispered, hiding my face in his shoulder.

We stood there for a minute, him just holding me close, before he pulled apart and turned to my bed. Both of my parents knew me and my siblings liked to sleep after we were punished, because the spanking took a lot of energy out of us. I crawled into bed when dad pulled the covers back.

I was out in minutes.

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[yebinhwang]

So good !

[Kidcryptic]

HMIT lol

[peacel0vesoftball]

the way im imagining avery and i guess the rest of the boys i so want them to be my boyfriend! they seem so sweet and respectful as you said they were raised to be. and they also seem really hot! haha sorry getting a little carried away there!

[qtknz]

aww the end was adorable!

[hansen95xx]

Ouch! poor Avery. i love this story post soon!

[littlemo429]

Aww Avery that cute I love how much detail u put in ur story's it gives it more of a real feel to it

[jellybean646]

Loved it

[MissNickJWifey2121]

awe... father and son moment even though he got spanked it was still very sweet

[tuckergolden888]

I would love to date a guy like Avery... he seems so sweet and nice... I want to hug him... i feel bad that he had to go through that... poor avery... it was really adorable... the ending...

[WeLuvNickJay]

Avery seems like such a sweetheart, I just want to hug him.