I heard a crash and turned my head to see what had made the noise. My five year old son Josh was looking down at a vase that had knocked off to an end table. His little base ball was rolling on the floor next to it.

Josh looked at my with fear in his eyes.

"I didn't mean to throw the ball in the house Daddy. I'm sorry Daddy." My son said as he started to cry.

I had been watching television just a few feet away from where he was playing andhad not seen him throw the ball.

"Come here." I said in my serious voice.

Josh stood frozen.

"Daddy please I'm sorry." Josh said

"Josh get over here now!" I said as I reach out and pulled him close to me.

"I'm sorry Daddy. I didn't mean to." Josh said, trying to stop what he knew was about to happen.

I took a firm grip of him and held him in front of me.

"Josh I have told you over and over again not to play ball in the house. You could have hit me in the head. Now turn around and bend over the coffee table." I said pointing at the table in front of the couch.

"Daddy please." Josh yelled as he slowly did what he was told.

I looked down to see my five year old son bent over the coffee table. I had him well trained for punishment. He was wearing little black dress shorts and a white polo shirt. The shorts I bought him did not have pockets. That way his perfect bottom was more noticeable.

Josh stood bent over with his legs spread 3 feet apart. His chest was flat on the table, causing his bottom to be raised upward in the air.

"Don't move!" I said.

"Daddy, I'm sorry!" Josh shouted as his cries got louder.

Josh stayed in position while I went to my bedroom to retrieve one of my many paddles.

In my bedroom was a chest that a friend of mine had made for me. Inside he had but hooks for me to hang my many paddles, belts and canes. Josh's bottom was no stranger to anything in this chest.

This day I chose to use my light weight pine wood paddle. It was perfect for a little boy's bottom. The same friend who made the chest had also made the paddle. To ensure maximum pain, he drilled nine holes in the business end.

As I walked back out to the living room, I could see my son waiting for me. He was a good boy. I could see he had not moved at all. I hoped that deep down he enjoyed submitting to his daddy. As a boy, I had learned to enjoy submitting to my Daddy.

I laid the paddle down on the table next to my son's face. He was softly crying but his body was ready for me. I stood in back of him.

"Stand up and face me I said" I said.

Josh slowly stood up and turned around to face me. I picked him up on stood him on the coffee table. Shoes are not allowed to be worn in my house. Only socks are allowed to be worn tin the house.

Josh stood at attention in front of me. He looked so cute in his little outfit. Josh had a round face with bright blue eyes. His skin was tan from the summer sun. I kept his black hair cut in a modified buzz cut. I left enough on the top for me to be able to tug on if I wanted. His skin was clear and baby smooth. His lips were plumb and the color of cherries.

My hands reached out to pull off his shirt. Josh held his arms up over his head.

"So big " I said, as I pulled off his shirt.

Josh tried to smile. I folded his shirt and laid it on the side of the coffee table. I unbuckled his little leather belt, unbuttoned his shorts and unzipped the zipper I let his shorts fell onto the coffee table

"Step out of your shorts." I said

Josh looked down and carefully stepped out of his shorts. Josh knew to step to the side of his shorts and stand at attention. Now my son was naked in just his socks.

"Hands behind your back boy.' I said, as I held his little face in my hands. The fear I saw in his bright blue eyes was just adding to my enjoyment. As I held his head in my hands my thumbs and index fingers examined his mouth by spreading his lips. I held his mouth open and pushed his head back so I could all his white teeth. I was strict about his oral hygiene. Everything looked good to me. I took my fingers out of his mouth and allowed him to straighten his neck back to a comfortable position.

My son had kept his hand behind his back. He knew better then to move them. Now my hands were exploring his chest. Josh had nice nipples. They looked like little erasers. One by one I pinched and pulled on them. Josh's face contorted in pain. I smiled as my hands reached his waist. Josh' tan ended just below his belly button.

Josh was kept on a strict diet and as a result his body was nice and lean. His tummy was nice and flat. The contrast between his tan and pale skin made him just that much more attractive. Between his little legs he had a two inch penis. I had chose to leave the skin untouched. The skin just barely covered the little head of his perfect little boy penis. His little balls had still not dropped so, his sack was still tight against his body.

I wet my index finger and thumb. I began to gently fondle my son's penis. Before long, it stood straight out and the head poked out. His little member felt so good as my wet fingers played with it. Soon I started to pull on it and began to lightly pinch the exposed and sensitive head. I was looking forward to the day when his little testes would be available for punishment.

After I had my full of folding my son. I had him get into position for his paddling. Josh bent his body back over the coffee table. His legs were apart three feet. His bottom was high and his hands were now on top of his head. I had placed his shorts and shirt under his head as a pillow. I picked up the paddle and tapped it on his bare bottom.

"Josh, Why is Daddy going to spank you?" I asked.

"Because I throw the ball in the house." Josh said. His voice partly muffled by his clothes

"And?" I added

"And, I could have hurt Daddy." Josh continued.

"That's right and what else?" I asked

"Daddy punishes me because he loves me." Josh answered.

"You got it baby boy!" I said enthusiastic.

"Daddy loves you so much little boy. I have to beat your bottom to show you I love you" I said

I had always made sure to tell Josh that if i love him i have to beat him. I wanted him to associate pain with love. I did love him and never wanted him to doubt that.

"I love you too daddy.' My little boy said.

With that, I raised up the paddle in the air and brought it down hard on his firm and round bubble butt. His pale bottom turned light red as I draw back the paddle once again. I made sure to bring down the paddle in a different area. My goal was always to turn my son's pale bottom completely dark red. By the time I had reached the tenth blow, josh was screaming into his clothes. I had to hand it to him that he was learning to really take a sever paddling. After I gave him ten more hard blows to his now red bottom, I tossed the paddle on the coffee table. Josh was sobbing hard.

I looked down at my son's very sore ass. I walked over to the end table where the vase had fallen from. I opened up the drawer and pulled out a dildo. It was seven inches long and 4 inches wide. At the base, there were nice size balls.

I keeled down behind my son. With my left hand, I spread my son's butt cheeks. I spit on the dildo and gently worked into my son's little button. Josh cried out in pain as the dildo stretched him wide. Being gentle but with a firm grip, I pushed the toy deep inside my son.

"Please Daddy take it out." He cried.

Ignoring him, I pushed the dildo further in. I had once put a nine inch by six inch dildo all the way inside him. So I knew he could take it. Once the dildo was all the way in. I picked up the paddle and started to gently tap on the dildo. Josh screamed as the taps got harder. I smacked the dildo ten times making sure to hit the same area.

I laid down the paddle and looked at my son's stuffed hole. The skin around his anus was stretched tight. I grabbed the balls of the dildo and started to pull on it. In a swift motion, I quickly pulled the entire dildo. Josh screamed as loud as he could. I looked at the dildo. Clean as a whistle. The deep enemas I gave Josh really cleaned him out. I laid the dildo next to his head.

Where the dildo had been was now a gaping hole. I put my index and middle finger in where the dildo had been. As I slowly finger fucked my son, I could feel his anus tighten around my fingers.

"That's it, That's a good boy. Tighten your little anus around Daddy's fingers." I said as I rubbed his anger red little bottom. His bottom was no longer pale. However, his crack was still pale white. I pulled out my fingers and put them in my mouth. They tasted and smelled so terrific. I wish they could an air freshener smell like a little boy's hole.

During the time I had been discipline young Josh, my dick had gotten so engorged with blood that I thought my zipper was going to pop. Taking my fingers out of my moth I reached for my zipper And unleashed the beast inside. My man size dick was seven inches uncut. The head was purple ans shiny with precum.

I scooted myself up behind my son and gently entered his warm and stretched hole. As my man dick entered him, my sensitive head twitched in anticipation. Slowly but surly I forced myself all the way into my son's rectum. As I grabbed his hips, I slowly started to pump his hole. Slowly building up speed. Soon I was fucking him fast. Before long I could feel the cum shooting out of my piss slit. I thrust my cock deep inside Josh and and held on tight to his hips. Load after load spurted into my son's belly.

As I pulled out my cum started to drip out of Josh's hole. There was an empty glass on the end table I grabbed it and held it under his hole. I was amazed at how much cum was dripping from his well fucked hole. After a few minutes, the cum stopped dripping out. I held up the glass. There was about an inch of my creamy white cum in the glass. I put the class down on the table for later. I turned my attention back to Josh's hole Soon my tongue was licking in and around his hole. I tongue fucked his hole. I was high from the smell of his hole and my cum. I took my time and rimmed every inch of he abused hole.

When I had my fill, I stood up and tucked my now flaccid cock back in my pants. I pulled up my zipper and adjusted my belt buckle.

I bent over and picked up my sobbing son.

"It's all over now. At least for now. Daddy loves you little boy." I said as I carried Josh's naked body to his room.

To Be Continued