Message-ID: <63795asstr$1477134601@assm.asstr.org> X-Original-To: story-submit@asstr.org Delivered-To: story-submit@asstr.org From: Pete D Thread-Topic: Bully Corrections - Case DILF Thread-Index: AQHSKy92OXs4UyQObEmAFMStLBf/bw== X-Original-Message-ID: Accept-Language: en-CA, en-US Content-Language: en-CA X-MS-Has-Attach: X-MS-TNEF-Correlator: authentication-results: asstr.org; dkim=none (message not signed) header.d=none;asstr.org; dmarc=none action=none header.from=hotmail.com; x-ms-exchange-messagesentrepresentingtype: 1 x-tmn: [E+ExjWRbQMBZBN2/KhkSwmcBpfHn3ReW] x-eopattributedmessage: 0 x-microsoft-exchange-diagnostics: 1;BY2NAM01HT164;6:ziVfLOki69+6uXr1R5MxLjhU8maR26Y5uU50QYoLIxJVipOVjNTUCjfNrypyDN04b7iy6uO1glCf6xFma5NQKvdW2l7PkHctPFUhni3IuTGoMo4uUBUmIhS9qOxpMgTIfQp+z0P6M732y0a8VZKV9KWJt2t0rZLzGa4MylE0dK9z4nWqicTQHAatQphzoFwEtrOwLCSe9ET01Jpke76Pk+XtZcshxkp0CKm501HEoKP5ANmUaanUYqwCF+p3GkiNTEhEK1Td4QGamkYUpiyKBA+9nLA4d/UgjPJRC4Jvfum9OvuCWFrjsnu9wOsQfE/D;5:ry7otuhFJTTpnoeije7vfq7MxkYRt7IdZ5eAWnyeBT19vVqDxMbUygMiOLlrNSVsQKNO3cZiT93wYPOztywS3hFJOxnua/7fc9Nthw6UnhvKVpuUaUQwB9JNFxvLkpXhtqQzksPWn9yF3uSxpfNigw==;24:t/o5/Pkf2A95F3bcFKoWuWZz+3dn3MixyHn28yZTNX1VkeBOAsxtieHCiqtDuNNgzFPgA8DHsH6AR9xCwMapbOyP0goXDHY32I6kX+bl8BI=;7:M2Ng9a84NDP5yUe8tRLZlrgRR49ym4X6tjA5cSHHgjf3Yxq0n8UL2+i6tDWAa/p6vZwwpBS/w0Z+G7K0TzBNyP6pZ7ImtTv2r+lbLdI2CPTQjbLVRftRlt78Zt4LfXZWXRIE2cuy09VK/IOTbVLwN2/QDa/VPRQWOlKGEL9sC+df1sUzLUrQwE12baBmi/sjzAQsqhQeCqqA3ieTdINqhErnzJN6f+RTvu7Ch9lRn6dIlt2VhEDfnvh8NKo+2VkRFPQ3wo76Blh+LAj4EqvsfLk0tNpBMUvHYugnzuYqliuDjzkhERzwfT4CHKr9pQ/u62NkohXXqsF2w62hlSDeEcYUa9u80H6c3SDO3gIsuNI= x-forefront-antispam-report: EFV:NLI;SFV:NSPM;SFS:(10019020)(98900003);DIR:OUT;SFP:1102;SCL:1;SRVR:BY2NAM01HT164;H:YTOPR01MB0633.CANPRD01.PROD.OUTLOOK.COM;FPR:;SPF:None;LANG:en; x-ms-office365-filtering-correlation-id: 3aa9c2fa-0cc1-4d7a-b2d5-08d3f946b257 x-microsoft-antispam: UriScan:;BCL:0;PCL:0;RULEID:(1601124038)(1603103081)(1603101337)(1601125047);SRVR:BY2NAM01HT164; x-exchange-antispam-report-cfa-test: BCL:0;PCL:0;RULEID:(432015012)(82015046);SRVR:BY2NAM01HT164;BCL:0;PCL:0;RULEID:;SRVR:BY2NAM01HT164; x-forefront-prvs: 01026E1310 spamdiagnosticoutput: 1:99 spamdiagnosticmetadata: NSPM X-OriginatorOrg: hotmail.com X-MS-Exchange-CrossTenant-originalarrivaltime: 21 Oct 2016 00:10:42.3770 (UTC) X-MS-Exchange-CrossTenant-fromentityheader: Internet X-MS-Exchange-CrossTenant-id: 84df9e7f-e9f6-40af-b435-aaaaaaaaaaaa X-MS-Exchange-Transport-CrossTenantHeadersStamped: BY2NAM01HT164 X-OriginalArrivalTime: 21 Oct 2016 00:10:44.0988 (UTC) FILETIME=[91641BC0:01D22B2F] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 21 Oct 2016 00:10:42 +0000 Subject: {ASSM} Bully Corrections - Case DILF Lines: 461 Date: Sat, 22 Oct 2016 07:10:01 -0400 Path: assm.asstr.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, dennyw I was looking over the file of the man who was about due at my office after being summoned because of his his bullying behaviour. Apparently, Mr Jake Brock was letting his 9 and 12 year old sons run amok about the waiting area of a an airport, screaming and misbehaving. When a senior gentlemen approached this father to ask if he would reign in his children, not only did Mr Brock refuse, but, according to witnesses, he went on to verbally assault the elderly man threatening violence. The poor grey haired man meekly sat back beside his wife not knowing what to do. I was happy that someone had the good sense to complain to our office. Mr Brock and his family arrived about 10 minutes late and were escorted into my office. When I pointed out that they were late, Brock smiled casually and mentioned that his boys were a tough gang to round up. I wasn't amused and I looked over the man. He was one of those blue collar types: all scruff and flannel. He hadn't bothered to shave and had a few day's stubble on his face. He wore a flannel shirt and faded jeans and work boots. It was clear he did some kind of manual labour because he had quite a nice body. His shirt was open at the top revealing the top of muscular chest and some hair poked out. He was certainly what one could call a DILF. He didn't seem at all embarrassed by the fact that he was late or that he was so informally dressed compared to the staff present. He was followed into my large office by a meek looking petite wife who sat with the two boys on either side of her. Mr. Brock sat down in front of me and handed me the court order he had received in the mail. So what's suppose to happen exactly here?, he asked. He spoke in a relaxed confident tone which made me wonder if he understood his predicament. I explained how our Bully Correction Office worked and that he had bullied that senior gentleman at the airport after his 2 boys were misbehaving and how my job was to administer the punishment. Hey Man, boys will be boys. He started. He then went on to tell me that I could relax and there was no need to punish anyone because he already did a very good job of that. He turned to the two boys and told them to tell me what he did to them after that day in the airport. He spanked us good, the older boy offered. Yea, the younger boy joined in, Dad made sure we will never do that again Oh, please give me the details, I inquired. The older boy, looking a little embarrassed, told me how his father had given them a lecture on respecting people and then they had to get undressed and had a bare bottom spanking. You had to undress? I asked. Underwear too? Yup, we were bare-a-naked. He looked funny naked over Dad's lap, the younger boy added cheerfully. You did too! the older one shot back. You sure were kicking a lot, the little one persisted. He then turned to me and playfully pointed at his brother. He has hair above his pee pee! This made the older boy blush. Ok that's enough out of you! Mr Brock scolded. That must have been very embarrassing, I asked sympathetically. Yeah it sure was and it hurt too. Dad's pretty strong, the older boy answered. Mr Brock looked proud. You see Mister, everything has been set straight. Not exactly, I responded and turned my attention back to the boys. You see boys, the problem was not just your behaviour, but it was also your Dad's. He was very rude to that elderly man. Ok I get it, Brock interrupted, you want me to apologize to that old guy. He should've minded his own business and he is lucky I didn't touch him. Please don't interrupt, Mr Brock, I said plainly. Jake Brock gave a surprised look to his wife at that. She shrugged in response. The boys also seemed surprised at my curtness with their father. So boys, you see, your father also needs to be punished. What did he say would happen to you if you ever did something like that again? I asked. Uhh... the older boy hesitated, looking uncertain how to answer. Go on, I encouraged. He said that if we did that again that we would get another bare bottom spanking. And he would do that no matter where we are, even if there is a lot of people around. I see, I said, so do you think that is what your Dad needs? Hey, wait one minute! Mr Brock spoke up. I turned towards Mr Brock and I firmly explained that I was the one in control here and he would start behaving himself immediately and would not interrupt me any more. Now the four of them looked shocked. Mr Brock stood up menacingly. Immediately the two guards in the room stood up as well. I then went on to tell Mr Brock that his fate was in my hands and he would be smart to be quiet and sit back down. Mr Brock looked at the guards angrily. He then looked at his wife and children. They looked scared. They were probably worried that Mr Brock was going to attack me. Please Jake! the petite wife spoke up. Jake Brock, red with anger, sat back down. So boys, I continued, do you think your Dad here needs a spanking? Mr Brock's eyebrows went up. The boys looked confused. I guess... the older boy said slowly. Can Dads get spanked? the younger one asked. They sure can, I answered. But he's really strong, the young boy went on. Oh, they can get spanked alright, I said and I turned towards Mr Brock so I would enjoy his expression at my next comment. They can get spanked bare-a-naked just like he spanked you. Jake Brock's jaw dropped open at this. His wife actually put her hand to her mouth to stifle a laugh. Interesting family dynamics, I thought. The younger boy asked again: But he's really big and tough. I don't think my Dad would let anyone do that to him. Isn't that right Dad? he asked turning towards Mr Brock. Yea, Dad would never let anyone spank him, the older boy added. Maybe he should just pay a fine or something. Ok Boys! Mr Brock interrupted again. The both of you go outside and wait with your Mom. I'm going to have a talk with this guy for a while. Thats it! I shouted slamming my fist against my desk. This caused the whole family to jump with surprise. My guards smiled knowingly. I turned to Brock, You are talking without permission. I pointed at the wall. Go stand in the corner! Mr Brock just stared at me not knowing what to do. Do my guards need to help you? Do I need to call in more? Now get there and face the corner and don't talk till I say you can! Please Honey, the wife implored. Madam, I don't need your help, but thanks. I'm sure your husband does not want to spend the next few years in jail or worse Mr Brock looked over at his family, red with anger, and then grudgingly got up and moved to the corner. He took a last angry look over his shoulder then faced the wall. He really did have an amazing body. That v-shaped back was obvious even through that thick flannel shirt. His faded jeans fit so perfectly to that rounded muscular ass now facing the room. His two boys looked shocked. Wow, no one has ever talked to Dad that way! the younger one commented. I then looked at the older boy and gave a sly smile. Come now, young man, tell me the truth. When you think about how your Dad spanked you, wouldn't you like the same thing to happen to him? The boy opened his mouth and shut it again. He didn't really know how to respond. Well, it was really embarrassing everyone seeing me naked and all... And it sure did hurt... but ... I guess I deserved it. So don't you think your Dad deserves it? I prodded. Don't you think it would be fun to see him naked over my lap getting his big fanny warmed? I bet I could make him kick his legs around just like he made you do. The boy couldn't suppress a smile at that thought. Will he do the spank dance? the younger one spoke up. I asked him what that was. He giggled as he answered: That's when you jump up and down rubbing your sore butt after you get a spanking and your pee pee jumps up and down too. I bet we could make him do that too, I answered. He has a really big pee pee, the boy added innocently. Does he? I asked, with fake surprise. Well then, that would be very funny to see. Yea I guess it would, the boy answered. Well then, it's concluded, I declared. Mr Brock, you are to apologize to the senior couple you offended and then you are going to get a spanking in the nude. His youngest son laughed openly. His wife again stifled a chuckle. The oldest boy still had that guilty smile. That's fucking ridiculous! Brock answered strongly. He then turned and looked over his shoulder. I think they should be leaving now, he stated angrily, nodding towards his family. They have somewhere to be. Isn't that right honey? Ah yes, she said, standing up obediently. I didn't appreciate the foul language that this man was displaying or his general attitude. That will be fixed soon enough, I thought to myself and smiled. I told her to go the receptionist for further instructions and she hurriedly left with her two boys in tow. The two boys took some last glances at their Dad as they walked out. I could overhear them debating whether or not it was possible that their father could really be spanked as they left. When they walked out, Mr Brock sighed with relief and turned towards me. Ok, what is this really all about? he demanded of me. I did not change my stern look and firmly told him that I had already explained myself fully. Mr Brock asked me if this was some kind of a joke. I assured him I was serious. I then asked him to remove his clothes. He stared at me incredulously as I repeated my command. When he didn't move I asked if needed help from the guards. Fine! he exclaimed angrily. If you really want to see me naked! He started to strip. It was great seeing his hunky body coming into view as I stared. It was as good as I imagined. He took off each item of clothing and handed them to the guards. With each item he took off he blushed just a little more. When he was just in his boxers he stopped and again asked if I was serious. I answered by just staring at him. He put his hands under the waistband of his boxers and looked around at the guards then back at me, then took his hands out. Can I just pull them down at the back for the spanking? he asked. What's wrong? I mocked. Feeling shy? Well, I'm not really use to stripping for a bunch of dudes, he quipped. I asked him if he allowed his sons any modesty when they were spanked. They are just boys! he answered harshly. I'm a man! I told him that he may indeed be a man but he had been acting like a child: petulant, foul-mouthed and disrespectful. He would therefore be treated like a child until I felt that he had learned his lesson. Fine! he repeated and pulled off his boxers. His large penis swung free, framed in a mass of curly pubes. His balls were quite low hanging and they swung freely as he handed his last garment over. The guard locked his clothes away, leaving him standing in the centre of the room stark naked. He had an angry look on his face and he didn't bother covering himself at all. I let him stand there for a few moments looking at his amazing physique, in all its glory, until he broke the awkward silence with: Ok, now what? I told him that the spanking room was down the hall and I started to open the door and gestured for him to walk out. As I did that he backed away and covered himself. What? he asked. I can't go out in public like this! In a reassuring tone, I explained that our facility was not open to the public and that only staff and invitees were ever in this building. He didn't seem very reassured and the guards had to gently escort him to the door. He was covering himself as they moved him. What if someone sees me? What if my kids are still around? he said worriedly as he paused in the doorway. Move! I shouted and slapped his meaty ass. He yelped and jumped into the hallway. I pointed in the direction he was to walk. It was great to see him do this walk of shame down the hallway. A few staff walked by and smiled as they checked him up and down. He shyly covered himself and tried to avoid their gaze. I walked behind him looking at his manly hairless globes moving up and down with each step. He had a faint little patch of soft hairs just over his buttocks. Suddenly, he turned and looked at me. you're enjoying this, aren't you? Like what you see? Your kind of guy likes staring at a dude's ass, right? I immediately ordered him to stop walking which he did. I then told him that he was not helping himself at all by being so belligerent. He just stared angrily at the floor as I talked. A few more people walked by as I lectured him on respectful behaviour. He held his genitals tightly as he felt the stares of the the people in the hall. He finally answered: Ok I got it! Now bend over and spread your legs! I ordered. Huh? he replied alarmed. You said I like staring at your ass, so now I am going to. Now bend over spread your legs wide and pull your buttocks apart. He glared at me for a second and then did what he was told. He bent over in the hallway and reluctantly reached back and pulled his cheeks apart. I looked down at his spread ass. Wider please, I continued, your ass-crack is furry, and I want to see right in there. He pulled his cheeks apart more and I took a good long look at his anus. So did the chuckling guards and a passing young women as she walked by and turned around to look. I crouched behind him and put my hands around his hairy low hanging balls. He cringed as I gently squeezed. Please, he said softly. You going to be good? I asked, squeezing his testicles harder. Yes sir, he sputtered out. Ok, good boy. Now stand up and go into that room, then put your hands on your head. Don't take them off till I tell you. If you make any more silly remarks you will have to go about on all fours. Understand? Yes, he replied plainly. I could see I was having my intended effect. He walked into the designated room with his hands on his head and immediately let out a gasp. In the room were seated a number of people. Some guards, a receptionist, the senior couple he'd offended at the airport and Mrs Brock and their two boys. Oh my! Mrs Brock said, putting her hand to her mouth. The senior man smiled in delight. The elderly woman at first tried to avert her gaze but then couldn't help looking straight at Mr Brock's impressive package. Dad! the 9 year old exclaimed gleefully. You're totally nude! Are you really going to get a spanking? Quiet! his older brother admonished. Jake Brock had now turned crimson red as he stared at the gathering. He didn't seem able to move. I pulled up a chair behind Mr Brock, facing the crowd, and asked him if there was anything he had to say to the elderly couple. He didn't respond so I reached over and whacked his ass making his dick fly upwards as he thrust out his hips. Ow! he yelled and the room burst into laughter. He walked awkwardly to the seated senior couple, hands still on his head and his dick now swinging almost in their faces. The elderly lady kept trying to look at Mr Brock's face but her eyes kept darting to his groin as he spoke up. I'm... uh.... I'm... uh... really sorry for... uh... He tried to form his words but he kept stuttering and couldn't quite make a sentence. There was giggling from the crowd as he talked. He looked around at the assembled faces and reflexively moved his hands down to cover himself. He took a furtive glance at me. I glared angrily and when our eyes met, he fearfully put his hands back on his head. He turned back to the elderly couple and once again resumed his pathetic stuttering apology. The elderly man finally cut him off with: That's fine! Now please get your penis out my wife's face. Everyone in the room, except Brock, laughed loudly at this remark. I then told Mr Brock to lie over my lap and he stumbled towards me with a deer in the headlights expression on his face. There were more chuckles from the group as he got into this position. I could feel his heavy package pushing onto my lap. He was quite sweaty and had that masculine B.O. smell. I caressed his ass with my right hand as I spoke: Ok, Mr Brock, since you have been acting like a silly little boy, you are now going to get a spanking. I moved my hand into the hairy area between his legs, making him squirm in shame as I continued. You will get a spanking just like you spanked your boys until we are all quite satisfied you have paid for your poor behaviour. I made sure he felt my fingers around the rim of his hairy anus then I pushed against his sphincter ever so gently making him clench his buttocks tight and he let out a small gasp. He was turned away from the room and I could still see him cringing with his eyes shut tightly as I violated him. I could see the two boys craning their necks to get a better view. I then started to spank him as hard as I could. The crowd looked on with astonishment. WHACK WHACK WHACK; I went on. Soon his ass was as red as his face. He started to lurch with each swat. Wow! one of his boys said loudly. Dad's butt is really getting red. The spanking went on and Mr Brock, who was silent till now, started to grunt with each slap and started to squirm. I'm sure he was trying to appear strong in front of his family because he wasn't crying out despite the pain he must have been experiencing. I went on. Soon he started to make guttural moans with each slap despite himself. After a few minutes, his wife told me that she thought her husband had had enough. Dad can take it, his youngest son commented. Shut Up!, his older brother responded angrily. I continued the spanking. Ahh! he started to scream with every new whack to his ass. Stop! He started to kick his legs wildly. I signalled for the guards to come up and hold him down against my lap. Please stop! he now screamed with his voice cracking. He reached behind him to protect his buttocks but a guard pulled his hand away. Please... Please! he begged. Finally I stopped and he collapsed in my lap. I then told him to get off my lap. He did so slowly, obviously in pain. I had him face away from the crowd which I'm sure he was grateful for, since there were tears plainly running down his face. Is dad crying? the youngest boy asked in awe. I then told him to bend over and grab his ankles so everyone in the room could see how red his ass was. He looked at me with a pained expression and with a sigh of resignation complied. When he got into that position, he looked back at his audience from between his legs past his swinging nuts. He must have been thinking about what a horrible way it was for his sons to be seeing him. Not feeling so arrogant now are you, Mr Brock? I said. Look at what you got yourself into. He didn't answer. Ok, does everyone think he has learned his lesson? Everyone in the room nodded the affirmative. I turned my attention back to the bent-over naked man, his parted buttocks a fiery red in contrast to his darkly furred crack and white swinging genitals. And have you learned your lesson, Mr. Brock? Yes, he said quietly. Yes what?! I shouted and gave his ass another hard whack. Oww! he screamed and he jumped up rubbing his buttocks. I hit him again. He cried out again and jumped up and down rubbing his behind. His dick swung wildly in front of him. Yes Sir! YES SIR! he screamed. Finally he settled down and faced the wall with his hands behind him covering his butt, his shoulders heaving with quiet sobs. Ok, I said, I think that is all for today, but I'd better not see you back here again. If I do, it will be a lot worse. Yes Sir! he quickly responded and I could hear him sniffle. I told him that there were many more embarrassing things I could do to him. What can be more embarrassing than that? the older boy blurted out. I couldn't tell if he was happy or angry at what he'd just witnessed. The now contrite Mr Jake Brock promised he would never do anything that would ever bring him back to my office. I hope not, I told him. Now you may leave. Your belongings are waiting for you at the front desk. The naked man shuffled out looking down at his feet; one hand covering his penis and one in his wife's hand as she led him out. As they walked by me, she turned and gave me a grateful smile. I winked. Wow, look at Dad's butt, his youngest boy was heard saying as the rest of the group walked out. I have, as yet, not heard of any further infractions by Mr Brock. However, just in case, I would appreciate any ideas of what should be done to him if I were to find him back in my office again. Of course, I would very much also appreciate more reports of other bullies needing correction. Ideas of how to correct them are also certainly welcome. I will be very happy to recount more such cases when I hear from you! ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ This post has been reformatted by ASSTR's Smart Text Enhancement Processor (STEP) system due to inadequate formatting. ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ <1st attachment begin> <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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