Welcome to The Imaginarium

I got a text about an hour ago while I was at work, it was from my son. HI, dad.  Just got in, used the spare key to let my self in. Looking forward to a mini vaca.  Jason lived on the other side of the country, since his mother passed a few years ago, I see less and less of him.  Holidays are now scattered all over, so doing the Christmas, thanksgiving gauntlet, for him, is just feasible.  So, I only see him once a year if that.  I was excited for his visit he was coming back home for 2 weeks.  He took some time off at work and as of 4 pm today, I have two weeks of vacation as well.  So, to say I was excited was a bit of an understatement. I texted him back with the O.K. finger emoi thing.  

Jason is the manager of a 4 star hotel, so time off for him is scarce but his boss said to take some time off since he had been working 6 days a week mostly doubles for almost the past year.  When he told me he had time off coming up I was thrilled and asked If he wanted to spend some time back home.  When he said yes, I was, ummm well I don’t know how to describe it but it was ike santa was bringing all my wish list early.

4 pm hit and I texted Jason telling him I would be home in about half an hour.  I didn’t get a response back so I assumed he was sleeping, I mean he has been flying for the better part of a day.  I rushed home, I didn’t see a car so I assumed he ubered over from the airport. I locked my doors and started up to the house where I saw a note on the door, it said I need to talk to you about something. Jason.  I thought it was a little odd that he left a note on the door when he could have texted me, but maybe his phone is dead?  At any rate I opened the door and dropped my bag on the mud room bench and went into the kitchen.  

”JASON?’” I yelled, I wanted for a response as I absently looked through the mail walking toward the living room.  And that’s when I saw it, my son, all 36 years of him. I stopped and was shocked to say the least,  my son had brough out the spanking chair and my strap.

My wife had this antique chair that had two places for people to sit back-to-back to tach other.  When my kids were younger, we used this to span them with the paddle and strap. I would have them kneel on one side and lay over the middle and support themselves on the other seat.  I stopped spanking them when they were teenagers so I had no idea what to make of my grown son, not only bare bottomed but his lower half was completely naked.  I stopped at the doorway, my mouth hung open for a sec before I said:

“uhhh, Hi, am I uhhh interrupting something?” my voice must have sounded the way my face looked at that moment.

“Hi, no, your not interrupting anything dad.” My son said back to me.

“Can I ask what you are doing then?”

“Waiting for you.” Jason responded in a soft voice.

“Í take it this is what your not was about?” He nodded, I sat down on a chair on his left isde, he didn’t move, looking at it closer I saw he restrained himself too the chair.

“Yeah, I ummm, well, dad I need you to spank me.”  The last part of that sentence was so fast it was almost a single word.

“Jason, I haven’t spanked you since you were 16 years old.  You grew out of it.  Why are you tied to the chair?” I said in a soft fatherly tone.

“So I didn’t chicken out and not ask you.” He said in that small soft voice but it was mixed with shame.

“Lets get you out of this and dressed and lets talk about it,” I started moving closer.

“Can we talk like this? And after you hear me out if you still say no to a spanking I promise to get dressed and never speak about it again. Deal?”

Alright then, what’s going on?”  For the next 20 minutes or so Jason told me everything, how work was rocky, how he was drinking far too much with clients, how instead of time off he is on 2 weeks unpaid suspension for almost fist fighting guest.  It was a lot, I asked a few questions here and there, but for the most part I let him talk.   He told me being half naked over the spanking chair was making it easier to talk, and how he did corner time bare in the naughty corner, it’s a corner of the room that faces the bay windows to the street, from the moment he got here till I sent him my text saying I was on my way. He was close to tears a few times and I felt horrible I didn’t know any of this.  

“do you feel better now?” I asked him, genuinely.

“yeah a little bit, it feels good to not hold It inside anymore.” He sounded more relxed then when he started talking.

“so what do you wanna do son?” I asked him, I wanted to see if he was serious or this was some kind of weird fantasy he had.

“I want you to spank me with the strap dad,”  His statement was so confident this time when he said it I was surprised, “what do you want to do dad?”

I thought on his questions for a few muintes before I answered.

“I will spank you, if, and only if, you ask me dor exactly what you want.  No dacing around the bush or alluding to it, I want to hear the words come out of your mouth.  Fair?” I asked, still dressed in my suit and tie, I crossed my arms waiting for a response. Jason took a deep breath in before he spoke.

“Dad, I want you to take the strap and spank my bare bum, more than 30 times, as hard as you can to punish me for everything, I told you I did.”  

“And how many times exactly?”

“Dad, I don’t want to know exactly how many, or want the power to stop it.  I want…no…need to be disciplined by you like I was 13 years old again.” His face turned red, having you butt exposed, and legs tied wide over a chair as you ask your dad to spank you must have been a little embarrassing.

“And you agree to any discipline or rules, if you need them, that I give you?” my tone started shifting into Discipline Dad mode.

“Yes.” He said

“Yes what?” I responded

“Yes Sir, I agree to all discipline given to me, for the next two weeks.  I will have no say, no voice in the matter and I will have no right to say no.” I could see how uncomfortable he was, but I think he wanted that.  ’My keys, Wallet, and Cell phone are in your room.  For the next two weeks, I am 13 again.” I nodded sharply, and walked over to the strap.

“There is not going to be any mercy, once I start it only stops when I say, understand?”

“Yes sir.” He spoke.

“Good let’s begin.’ I Said winding up my arm and bringing the strap down as hard as I could, He screamed, and I kept going.  

I don’t know how long I was spanking him for with all the breaks I took.i do know he went from red 

to bruised quickly. 

 He started crying quickly, apologizing, saying he would be a good boy ect.  He went from a 36-year-old man trying to be stoic to a crying little boy very quickly. I can safely say it was the worst strapping he has ever gotten by far.  I am not going to lie, I enjoyed him sounding like a kid again.

“You are all done now son.  I am going to let you cry it out in here for a little while by yourself.  I am not going to let you up from the chair.  Do you think you have been well disciplined?” to my schock he shook his head no. “do you need something else?” he nodded yes

“Ki..Ki..Kitch…” was all he could get out before he started crying again.  I went to the kitchen and saw what he thought he needed. There was a several piece of ginger carved into a, well, butt plug shapes, with a what looked like a tool bag next to it and a note.  I read the note:

Dad,

If you’re reading this then you just spanked me, and I hope it was what I needed.  I have carved ginger into an insertable.  I think that this is needed if you disagree then that’s your decision.  In the bag I have a gag and a blindfold in case I scream too much and a chastity cage.  I know you taught us that masturbation is normal and healthy, but I think that I may have a problem.  That’s all I look forward to after work, is just watching porn and jerking off.  I bought it a few years ago but hated it so I took it off almost immediately and was too scared of not jerking to give anyone the keys.  So, I thought if I go through with asking you then I might as well lay everything on the table.  Here are some instructions….the note went on explain a few things and how things go to gether ect.  

I was stunned, I heard about chastity cages and ginger root in the butt but never done it.  A quick google search told me the ginger was safe, but it would hurt like heck and burn, especially if it has fermented a bit.  And judging by the date on the bag, yeah it was fermented. I looked in the tool bad and sure enough there was a chastity cage, as well as lube, penis numbing cream, a gag and a blind fold among other kink items.  Geeze, he has a robust sex life.  

I heard his crying calm down so I went back in and took the items with me.  

“Are you okay son?” I asked in a gentle toe as I strokes his hair.  He nodded.

“Good because there is some things left in the kitchen and I think they ae a good idea.” I could feel his back tighten.

“dad I don’t think that those are such a  good idea…” I cut him off.

“you agreed to discipline as I see it, and I raised you to be a man of your word.” His should drooped and he reluctantly nodded.

“Good.” I said as I put medical exam gloves on and used the numbing cream on his member.  While I wanted for it to kick in, I went and used the lubrication he brought on him, he started to move to get out of the way but being restrained he didn’t have anywhere to go.  When I was sure the cream took effect I lubed him up and started to put the chastity cage on him.

“Dad, please don’t I hate this thing please dad don’t put it on.”  He was starting to thrash, but again couldn’t go anywhere.

“I know you hate it son, but accotding to your note you need this.  So this is for your own good.”  While being upclose and person with his privates I noticed a distinct lack of body hair.  

“No, dad its not for my own good, please don’t, pease I am begging you…”he started to breack down again.  While I was maniputlating his organ into the cage I noticed that he wasn’t getting aroused at all.  The nubing cream really workd.  After a bit of fumballing I finally got the lock through.

“Daddy please I am begging you please don’t lock it on me please, its not fun!”  inbetween words were sobs.  I felt bad, but again he said he needed it and in his moment of weakness he is trying to assert control over the situation. So gental wasn’t working maybe a firmer hand is what he needed.

JASON MATTHEW SMITH, I am done arguging with you little boy.  You asked me to spank your little heinney because you have not been taking accountability and responsibility in your life, you asked me to help you curb a budding addiction, you asked me for discipline because you are suspended from work!  You have been an irresposable selfish manipulative little boy.  Now this chastity cage is going on so you can’t play with your little toy anymore and that is final, am I clear?” I asked in a raised extremely sturn drill instructor voice.  

“but dad…” he started whineing. I let go of the lock and left it hanging un locked in the hole for it.  I stood up and said  

“NO…” I spanked him hard with my hand on his sit spot.

“More…” I smacked him again on the other side, he started to cry again.

“Excuses!”  I rapid fired his sit spot for maybe a minute and stopped, he cried and after his breathing normalized I put my hands down between his legs and clicked the lock shut.  He started thrashing around again trying to shake the prison loose but to no avail. After a few moments of that he stopped realizing how how futile it is. I saw the slump in his shoulders and how his bdy was becoming more relaxed.

              “its not fair.” He said at least in a whiney/on the verge of tears voice.

              “No son it isn’t an I think somewhere in there toy know you need it.” I stook the plasic sandwichbag with all the pieces of ginger and took one out.  I lubricated the tip and started to insert it.

“Dad, what are you doing?” he asked with an air of panic in his voice.

“putting in the ginger, ii wasn’t going to until you started trying to call the shots.” I was slowly moving it back and forth trying to get him to relax.

“Now son, just breath. I said as I started to inch it deeper, he screamed and I backed off a bit.

“dad I made them too big, no please don’t, nothings been in there before.” I was panicking.

“I know son, its alright.  It will stay in better if it’s a bit bigger now here we go on three…one….” I firmly pushed feeling some push back I used a bit more force.  Jason screamed again and then it was in. 

He relaxed for a few moments, before he started to have a funny look on his face.

“dad it burns, please take it out I will be good I promise…” he was cut off after I put his gag on him.  I walked around to the front of him.

“now Jason, be good.  I have to get some groceries, so I am going to leave you right here. The gag and the blindfold will help.  I will have my ring camera pointed on you the entire time.  I will shit off all the lights and put on a white nose generator before I shut the living room door.  Use this time to reflect.” And I slid the blind on him, did the things I told him I would do, locked my house and went to the store.