Just Because

Just Because Just Because

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica


Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica


Sometimes spankings are given for a reason, and sometimes . .. just because.


Sometimes spankings are given for a reason, and sometimes . .. just because.


Submitted: November 16, 2015

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Submitted: November 16, 2015



This morning, out of the blue, Daddy announced that I would be getting a spanking. I started to argue—I hadn't done anything wrong. But he insisted. I grumbled a little bit, but I started to head for the living room, where Daddy's favourite armless chair is that he likes to sit in to spank me.

But I'd barely made it two steps when Daddy caught my arm and stopped me.

“Not the living room,” he said. He pointed to our bedroom window. “Over there.”

I didn't really know what he meant, but I walked over to the large, open window overlooking the street.

Daddy patted the windowsill. “Now, put your hands here and bend over.”

I looked outside, where I could see most of our neighbours working in their yards, sitting on their porches, or talking to each other—it was a sunny Saturday morning, so almost everyone was outside.

“But, Daddy,” I said, “all—all the neighbours are there. Can't we—”

“Yes, they are,” Daddy interrupted. “Now, bend over.”

“But I didn't even do anything wrong!”

Daddy gave my bottom a pat. “Would you rather I take you out to the middle of the sidewalk and spank you there?”

I blushed. “N-no . . .”

“Then bend over.”

I did as I was told, and Daddy reached around to unbutton my pants and bare my bottom. Then he raised a hand and began spanking me.

I tried not to wiggle too much, and told myself that the neighbours couldn't really see anything; they probably weren't even paying attention, and anyway, it would just look like I was leaning out the window. With Daddy behind me. And the clear sound of a spanking in progress.

“Daddy,” I said, as he continued slowly and methodically spanking my bare bottom. “Why am I getting a spanking? I was being good . . .”

“Yes,” Daddy replied, landing two quick swats on my right cheek, then doing the same to the left. “But you haven't had a spanking in a while.”

“But I don't need one now!”

“You think so, huh?”

I pouted and looked down at the windowsill. My bottom was already starting to turn red and warm, and a few neighbours were glancing up at me.

Daddy continued spanking me for another minute or so, then paused to rub my hot cheeks. “You want to know why you're getting spanked?” he asked.

I nodded.

“It's because when I saw you sitting on the couch this morning, with your cute, naughty bottom not even a little bit sore, I knew I had to do something about it.” He rubbed my bottom, then spanked me a few more times. “I could tell that you needed a good, sound spanking, just because. And I knew that if I didn't spank you now, sooner or later you'd have to do something naughty to get my attention, and I thought I'd just skip that part and give you the spanking you need right now.”

More neighbours were looking up as the sound of my spanking kept getting louder. I looked back towards Daddy.

“But why am I getting a spanking here?” I asked.

Daddy smiled and moved down a little, to spank the crease of my bottom. “Because I think it's time that our neighbours know what a naughty boy you are.”

I gasped as he landed an extra hard swat on my right cheek. “But, Daddy, I don't . . . I don't want them to know . . .”

Daddy reached around in front of me to gently stroke my cock. “Oh, you don't? Then why are you already hard?”

I blushed, but I knew he was right; this spanking already had me seriously turned on, and the neighbours who were now staring up at me just got me even hotter. I moaned softly as he spanked me twice more.

“I think,” Daddy continued, “that it's high time everyone knows exactly how naughty you are. And the only way they'll understand is if they get to see you getting a good, sound spanking.”

Daddy had removed his hand from my cock, but I was still thrusting forward with each spank, unable to even try controlling myself. Everyone outside was looking at me by now, and some had wandered over closer to get a better look at me, whimpering and moaning in the window as the spanking continued.

“D-Daddy . . . please . . . stroke—stroke my cock . . .”

“No,” he said, spanking me harder. “If you want your cock stroked, you'll do it yourself. Show everyone how much you're enjoying getting your bare bottom spanked.”

I knew all of our neighbours were watching. I could see them right now, staring straight at me. But I just couldn't stop myself—I reached down and did exactly as Daddy told me.

“From now on,” Daddy continued, “you're going to get a weekly spanking, just like this. I'll still spank you whenever and wherever you need it, but once a week, even if you've been good, I'm going to bend you over this windowsill and spank your bare bottom till it's red and sore. And if you have been bad, I might just take you outside and spank you there. Understand?”

I would have answered, but at that moment, I came—my whole body shook, and I moaned and gasped, not even caring about everyone gathered outside staring up at me with open mouths and round eyes.

Daddy spanked me a few more times, then stood me up and turned me around, so my sore bottom was facing the open window.

“Now, stay here until I tell you,” he said. “I want everyone to get a good look at your red, spanked bottom—they'll be seeing a lot more of it in the future.”

“Yes, Daddy.” I stood there, resisting the urge to rub my freshly-spanked cheeks.

And although I didn't say it, the truth was that I was already looking forward to next week.

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