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I got home from school, had a snack and went to do my homework on the family computer which was nicer to work on than my laptop.  I found it was asleep rather than off as it should have been.  With all the yelling that my olds do about turning out the lights one would expect that Dad would remember to shut the PC down when he went off to work.  Now I never dreamt of looking at Dad's browser history but after I saw the current page I could not help myself.  The current page was the Google group "Role Reversals".  The group described itself «For fun-loving fantasies about situations where kids or teens find themselves in charge of their parents or other adults, and the adults find themselves in a very tricky situation!»  That sounded super intriguing so I looked at a few posts.

I quickly saw that the story posts were about mature teens in charge of irresponsible adults, often their parents.  Also discipline was prevalent, especially corporal punishment with spanking.  I thought I was in the distance past – like ages ago when CP was common except for the age reversal.  It was absolutely mind- blowing.  I wondered if this was an accidental one-shot and thus meaningless or a regular place to visit for Dad to visit.  If the latter, then why the interest.  I made notes of details so I could investigate further on my own laptop which I kept a lot more secure and got to my homework.

Dad had read everything in that group from what I could see so I had to look to see about his posts to try to fathom his interests.  Most were 'nice story' which did correspond to well-done stories of all gender combinations.  What was telling was that he made longer comments when it was an older male getting it especially from a youth.  Certainly that was an important datum.  Did that mean Dad was identifying with the spanked male character?  It seemed like that to me although a shrink might say otherwise.

It took me a few days to find a story posted by Dad.  It was from several months ago.  The initials of the father and the son in the story were the same as Dad's and mine respectively.  That seemed to clinch it and I rejected the alternate hypotheses that Dad was reliving the past and fantasying spanking his own father.  That my dad wanted to be disciplined and spanked, most likely by me, fitted all the facts.  Could it also be that the computer being left on was not an accident but a hint?  That was another question to be answered.

This required a lot of thinking.  Certainly a three-pipe problem as Sherlock would have said and probably more.  Surely if it was just fantasy on Dad's part than trying anything would certainly be a disaster.  I decided to watch the group and after a bit, I posted a story.© YLeeCoyote

It was a simple story where the youth challenges his father for misbehaving and is so forceful that the old man yields out of shame.  I used my own name, Don, for the youth and the same one, Frank, that Dad used in his story for the father.  I even picked a scenario that was an actual fault of Dad – forgetting to pick up the stuff at the cleaners causing Mom a lot of trouble.

I'm happy to report that I got several replies within two days complimenting the new author for a fine first story.  One of them even said: "Lucky dad to have such a caring, spanking son."  That one moved me to actually want to do it a lot more.

After what seemed like ages but was only four days, Dad posted a very enthusiastic response.  Besides echoing the 'lucky dad' comment he wished that he was Frank and gotten the well-deserved spanking from his son.

I was elated.  I posted that I also wished that I was able to break society's convention and spank my real life Dad as in the story.  I decided that I had to be extra careful and be on the lookout for any of Dad's fuckups to make it happen.

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I had to work late at the city library to do a term paper.  Dad had promised to pick me up so I could work late – after the city buses effectively stopped.  I texted him a reminder early enough so he could tell me to take the bus if he could not make it.  (I couldn't call Mom because she was away this week with her mother.)  At closing I was outside waiting and he was not there nor had he texted me that he was late.  It was too far to walk and a taxi was too expensive so I resigned myself to a two-hour wait for the owl bus (so called) service.  I lucked out for there was kid from my neighborhood also waiting.  We really weren't friends but he was also waiting for his dad who had texted that he was a few minutes late.  The man kindly took me home.

When I got home Dad was dozing in front of the TV.  I lashed into him for failing to keep his word and not telling me in time so I could take the bus.  I just got the usual lame excuses.  "But I texted you several times." I said.

"I did not get any texts." he claimed, not that was a valid answer.  He took out his phone to prove it.  His phone was dead!  As soon as he connected the charger my texts popped up including the one that I sent when I got the ride.  "Sorry." he whimpered.

"Sorry doesn't cut it." I snapped.  "You should be SPANKED.  Spanked long and hard then maybe you will remember your commitments and not leave me stranded."

He looked shocked.

"Yes, spanked like Frank was in the story you liked so much.  Spanked because you are just a naughty little boy who is irresponsible just like Frank."

Shocked no longer seem adequate to describe him.  Now was the time to change our relationship.

"GET UP, FRED," I said using his first name, "AND DROP YOUR PANTS."  I paused for a few seconds and barked: "NOW!"  I must have been doing things right because he stood up and dropped his pants.  I sat down and pulled him over my lap and began spanking him.

It certainly was a thrill as I spanked and spanked my own naughty, negligent, irresponsible father for the first time.  Unfortunately my hand was turning redder than his butt and probably hurt more.  I had not planned carefully enough to have a spanking implement and now the only thing I could reach without getting both of us up was my own belt.  I opened it and pulled it out of my jeans.  I folded it in half, wrapped some about my hand and started to use it as a short strap.

This was a great improvement for I could see Dad's ass really turning red stripe by red stripe.  The pain in my own hand was easing.  But this was not a good position to use with a belt.  I stopped and ordered Dad to stand so we could change positions.

"Bend over the end of the couch, Fred."  I commanded and he obeyed.  I gripped the ends of the belt and figured out where I should stand.  Then I started to swing the belt hard and enthusiatically at his irresponsible butt.

The effects were immediate.  Angry red stripe after angry red stripe appeared and by the time I had reached ten they had merged leaving his ass bright red.  Dad's other end was also reacting making grunts of pain.  I stopped at twenty hard cuts and directed him into a corner.  With his fiery hot red butt heating the room and his hands on his head I orderred him to think about how his faults had gotten him into this position and how he must improve.

I went to my room and got ready for bed then I returned to the family room to release Dad from the corner.  "OK, corner time is over, Dad.  Go to bed now so you can be on-time for work tomorrow.  We'll discuss things later."  I went to bed as well.  I was not sure what was in the future but I was certain it would be different.

The End

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