Dad's Slippers - Chapter 2
All throughout dinner, I couldn’t wait to get home. “
Stevie, are you feeling ok?” Mom asked me, for she had noticed that I was fidgeting in my seat. “Uh, yeah, Mom”, I answered her. I looked at Dad from across the table and he gave me a wink of his eye, as if he knew exactly what was bothering me. Just then, our server came over. “Can I get you folks anything else?”, he asked. “Any dessert, Stevie?” Mom asked. “Ummm, no. None for me, thanks’, I stammered. Mom looked at me, puzzled. “Are you sure you’re feeling alright? You never turn down dessert.” She took the palm of her hand and pressed it lightly over my forehead. “Come on, Mom! Stop it! I’m not a baby anymore!”, I told her, pushing her hand away quite forcefully. “I’m surprised you don’t put me back in diapers!!” “HEY!!” Dad shouted. He leaned in towards me, his voice low but filled with sternness. “You watch your mouth, mister!”
“Sorry, Dad” I quietly muttered. “Don’t apologize to me. It was your mother’s feelings you’ve hurt.” Dad reminded me. “Sorry, Mom”, I whispered. We all had forgotten that the server was still standing there. “Well, I’ll just get you the check”, he smiled. “You know…….on second thought” Dad said, “I think I’ll have another cup of Joe”. He smiled at me with a look of satisfaction. Of course, Dad just HAD!! to have a second cup of coffee, which delayed our return home even more. As soon as the car pulled into the driveway and Dad parked, I flung open my door and jumped out.
“Whoa, hold on there, son! Where do you think you’re going?” Dad asked, still seated behind the steering wheel. “I uh……I-I need to do something.” I told him. “Not until you take the trash to the curb, young man.” Dad announced. He had already stepped out of the car and was opening the passenger door for mom. “Oh, can’t it wait?” I protested but Dad gave me a look of disapproval.
“NOW, STEVEN!! AND DROP THAT FRIGGING ATTITUDE!!” Dad yelled.
So, I had no other choice than to do as I was told. I quickly ran to the backyard, opened the lid to the trash can and pulled out the heavy garbage bag. It weighed so much that I had to drag it across the lawn to the front of the house. I had almost made it to the curb when the bag hit a stone, causing it to tear. Before I knew it, I had left a trail of trash across the ground. ‘Shit!’ I said to myself. I darted into the house to grab another trash bag. I then began picking up all of the garbage that I had left on the lawn, stuffing it into the new bag. With that done, I threw the bag next the curb and sprinted toward the house. I had to put Dad’s slippers back in his bedroom before he asked about them again. I climbed the stairs to my bedroom, taking two steps at a time.
Finally, I stepped into my room and crouched down onto the floor. Laying on my stomach, I stretched my arm underneath my bed to retrieve the slippers. I swept my arm back and forth but felt nothing. ‘Where were they?’ I wondered to myself. ‘Maybe I had thrown them further back than I thought’.
I peeked under my bed to take a look. They were gone!! Dad’s leather slippers were gone!!
Perplexed, I was still lying on the floor when I felt someone standing behind me. “Son?” Crap! It was Dad. I slowly pulled my head out from underneath my bed and turned around. Much to my surprise, my face was met with dad’s slippers………. and they were on Dad’s FEET!!!!!!Nervously, I raised my head, my eyes fixed on Dad’s bearded face as he looked down on me. “What are you looking for, son?” Dad asked curiously. “Oh! I…..I ummmm…..I was…..looking for my baseball mitt. You know how careless I am with putting my things away sooo yeah!” I lied. Dad grabbed my right arm and pulled me up onto my feet. “Funny you should say that…So, speaking of looking for things, I guess you noticed I found my slippers”, Dad had pointed out.
I could feel my face turning red. “Bet you’ll never guess where I found ‘em? They were under your bed! Can you believe that?” I tried desperately to come up with a good excuse as to why his slippers were under my bed. “Oh, I….I was - I mean…I wanted to try them on……t-to see if my feet are growing”, was my excuse. “I meant to put them back but with the excitement of us going out to dinner, I -I guess I forgot”.
Dad smiled. “So, are they?” He asked me. “Huh?” I said, with a confused look on my face. “Your feet. Are they growing?” Dad chuckled, tussling my hair. “Oh! That!” I answered. “Uh, they’re not quite big enough to fill in your slippers yet”. Dad kicked off his slippers and after picking them up off the floor, he handed them to me. “Let me see for myself”, Dad replied with a devilish grin on his face.
I removed my sneakers and were about to slip my feet into them when Dad stopped me. “Hold on there,Son. You can’t get a proper fit with your socks still on your feet”.
And so, I peeled off my socks and tossed them into my hamper before slipping my bare feet into Dad’s leather slippers. This was the very first time that I had ever worn them. Immediately, the soles of my feet felt the dampness from the nylon padding that were inside of them. “Ummm…..not too bad”, Dad commented. “Let’s see you walk around in them”. I slowly began to make my way around the room, the back of the slippers popping off my heels. “Not quite there yet……… but you’ll have big enough feet like your old man soon enough”, laughed Dad. All this time, my cock was bulging from inside my jeans. I just hope Dad hadn’t noticed. I sat myself on the edge of my bed and after removing Dad’s slippers from my bare feet, I handed them back to him.
“Not so fast, Steven”, Dad replied. “Why don’t you help your old man into his slippers? I know you want to.” I stood up and lowered myself to the floor. Dad was already seated in the chair that was next to my desk. He put out his socked feet for me and I gently placed the leather slippers on him. “Thanks, Son”, Dad cried. "Mmmmm...those slippers feel good tonight. Your old man's been on his feet all day."
I smiled to myself and noticed a twinkle in Dad’s eyes.
The air was filled with an aroma of sweaty socked feet and dampened slippers, making my cock even harder than before. “Well…..tomorrow’s Saturday,” Dad pointed out. “Your mother will be out most of the day with her errands. Let’s say you and I have a Dad Son kinda day. I’ll make us some pancakes for breakfast and everything. Sound good?” “Uhh, sure, Dad” I replied. Something was up with Dad but I wasn’t quite sure exactly what. Dad stood up and headed towards the door. “Night, buddy”, he called. “Love ya.” “ You too, Pop”, I shyly replied and he quietly left the room.
Without a moment too soon, I undressed myself, leaving only my white briefs on and hopped into bed. There, I pulled my briefs down, exposing my stiff cock and got busy on pleasuring myself. I could still smell a faint hint from Dad’s feet in the room, causing me to climax quicker than usual. In a few minutes, I had shot a huge load onto my chest. My cum felt warm and sticky against my skin. Just then, there was a knock at my door. ‘Fuck!’ I thought to myself. I had barely enough time to pull my briefs back up and cover myself with the blanket when Dad opened my bedroom door. “Sorry to disturb you, Son. I just wanted to let you know that I’d like to have a word with you after breakfast tomorrow.”
“Oh? A-About what?” I asked him.
“You’ll find out soon enough. Good night, son” He had that same grin on his face like before as he closed my door behind him.
With Dad gone, I cleaned myself up, then turned off the light and went to sleep…or I should say, I tried going to sleep. ‘What did Dad want to talk to me about?’ I wondered to myself. I mean I did have quite the attitude at dinner, I must admit. Perhaps he wanted to discuss it with me. Soon, tiredness overcame worry, and eventually, I closed my eyes and fell asleep. I was awakened the next morning with a rap at my door.
“Come on, son! Rise and shine.” It was Dad’s voice. “Let’s get a move on! We have a lot to discuss today before your mother gets home.” Since I knew it would be just us guys I came downstairs in only my t-shirt and white briefs, my feet still bare from the night before. Dad was already in the kitchen, standing before the stove. He was dressed in his navy blue pajamas and his burgundy satin robe.
Naturally, his feet were inside his black leather slippers, only this time he wasn’t wearing any socks. A large stack of pancakes awaited me on the kitchen table, along with bacon and orange juice. I took a whiff of the air. The kitchen was filled with the wonderful scent of fresh pancakes and crispy bacon. “Mm…smells good, Pop.” I exclaimed. It sure beats the babyish oatmeal Mom always serves me, I thought to myself. “Come on and grab a seat before it gets cold,” suggested Dad and I sat down at the table. Dad soon joined me and we had a nice breakfast together, just us men.
“Why don’t you go wait up in your room while I clean up these dishes.” Dad said once we had finished. “I’ll be up in a bit and we can have our talk”. I stood up from the table and made my way upstairs to my bedroom, and sat on the edge of my bed and waited. It wasn’t long before Dad came in. He took a seat in my desk chair, crossing his right leg over his left knee. I noticed he was flexing the toes of his right foot, making the slipper slightly pop off the back of his heel. It drove me crazy, and somehow, I think Dad knew exactly what he was doing. The room was filled with an awkward silence, and so I began the conversation. “So, uh, Dad…..about last night. I’m sorry for the way I acted at the restaurant.” I apologized. “I’ve been having a lot on my mind lately.”
“Oh?” Dad questioned. “Wanna talk about it?”
“It’s kinda hard to discuss” I admitted. “And, besides, you wouldn’t understand.” Dad leaned in close and placed his hand on my knee. “Don’t be so sure about that”, he smiled to me. “I think I understand more than you know. Remember…I was your age once.” He looked at me with a sincere look on his bearded face. “It’s ok, buddy. You can tell me anything. A father and son shouldn’t have any secrets between them. I don’t want you to be afraid or embarrassed to tell me anything.” I sat there, my head hung down in shame. “Is it about my slippers?” Dad finally asked.
I slowly nodded my head as tears began to prick my eyes. Dad stood up, and sat next to me on the bed. Wrapping his strong arms around me, he buried my face into his chest. “Sshhhh….its okay, buddy,” Dad comforted me, stroking the back of my hair. “Let me tell you a little secret…..When I was a teenage boy, I had a thing for my old man’s work socks.” Dad admitted. “You did?” I asked him with surprise. “Yup…I sure did.” He chuckled. “I used to take his worn socks out of the hamper and sniff them. God, they would smell so good, especially after he’d be on his feet all day at work. Sometimes, I’d take a pair of his socks into my room. I’d sniff one and have the other one covering my cock. Then I’d get off, and cum inside the cotton sock.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Dad was actually opening up to me! In that moment, I had never felt so close to him. “Steven, I know you’re been sniffing the insides of my slippers”, he told me. “I knew for quite some time. It was actually pretty obvious. I mean, I’ve never seen a boy so eager to fetch his dad’s slippers for him and then, when I found them under your bed…”
“Sorry about that, Pop”, I interpreted. “I was so embarrassed. I didn’t know what else to do?” “It’s ok, buddy. I understand. But, what bothers me is when I asked you if you had seen my slippers, you deliberately lied right to my face”, Dad said, his voice deep and stern. “Yes sir….i did” I shyly spoke. “Sorry.” “You know I don’t tolerate lying, young man. Do you remember the last time you lied to me?” I thought back to the time when I was fourteen. I had just started high school and my buddies and I wanted to act cool.
So, one morning, after home room, we skipped school and hung out at the mall. Little did I know that our neighbor had been there, shopping. Of course, as soon as Dad got home from work, he just had to tell him that he had seen me. When questioned that night, I told Dad that I was in school all day and that our neighbor must have been mistaken. That’s when Dad announced that he had received a phone call from the school and was informed that I had been absent. So, not only was I in trouble for playing hokey but for lying about it, as well. Dad gave me damn good spanking that night and I never lied to him again…..not until last night, that is. “Ummm….yes sir. I remember”, I squeaked, with tears returning to my eyes. Dad stood up and placed the desk chair in the middle of the room, and after seating himself, he patted his right lap. “Come on, Son.” He didn’t have to say anything else. I knew exactly what was to come.
“Please,Dad”, I begged. “Don’t you think I’m too old to be spanked?” “Not when you act like a little boy and lie to me, instead of telling the truth like a man!” Dad scolded. “And besides, I’ll decide when you’re too old to go over my knee. Now, take down your briefs and be quick about it or I’ll do it myself!”
“No! Come on, Dad….Please! not on my bare bottom!” I whined. By now, Dad was losing his patience. “When I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it!”, he yelled, pulling my briefs quickly down to my ankles. He gave my bare hiney a firm whack with the palm of his hand, then lifting me off my feet, he laid me over his knee. Since Dad was a big man, and I was rather small for my age, my feet barely touched the floor, which made me feel like a little boy all over again.
As I lay there, bare bottomed over my old man’s lap, all I could see were his large slippered feet. This made my cock begin to stiffen against Dad’s knee, even though I knew that I was about to get spanked. Dad readjusted himself, then he began the spanking. WHACK! The first slap of his hand landed hard on my naked butt. I felt a stinging pain, but before I had time to react, another smack followed and another and another one after that! There was no mistake! Dad was giving me a very hard and well deserved hand spanking.
“You…will…NEVER…EVER… lie to me again!! You understand me, young man?” dad shouted, as he continued to tan my behind. “Y-yes, Daddy!! I won’t do it no more!” I cried. I haven’t called him daddy since I was about eight, but being in the position I was in, getting spanked like a naughty little boy, only made me feel like one all over again. By now, my legs were kicking, my bare feet flailing in the air, which caused my lowered briefs to be removed off of me completely. “You promise me, Steven?” Dad asked. “Oowwwww!! Yes, Daddy!! I promise!!” He went on with the licking for a few more minutes, making sure that I had really learned my lesson. Finally, he stopped and I laid there across his knee, sobbing. “We’re not through yet, mister”, Dad informed me. “I’ve always been a firm believer that the punishment should fit the crime.”
It was during this time that Dad had shifted his weight, in order to retrieve his leather slipper from his right foot. He held the slipper tightly in his fist, while he removed his other one. He kicked the leather slipper over to my face with his right foot. “Son…you bury your nose inside my slipper and get a good whiff!! You hear me?” Timidly, I reached for the slipper and stuck my nose deep into the opening. I breathed in deeply. My nostrils were hit with the intoxicating stench of damp foot odor and I was in heaven. For a moment, I had completely forgotten that I was over DAD’s knee until I felt something firm land across my behind. It was Dad’s other slipper and boy, did it hurt! It was hard to imagine how the slippers that were so comfortable on my feet earlier, were the same ones that were now blistering my bare behind.
As Dad continued using his slipper, I couldn’t help myself from being turned on! My cock pressed against Dad’s pajamaed knee and was so hard by now, that I was surprised that I hadn’t cum already. “I’m gonna paddle ya good, mister!” Dad informed me. “You won’t be able to sit for an entire week once I’m through!” Again and again, he smacked the slipper hard against my bottom and just when I thought I couldn’t take much more, Dad stopped the spanking. He picked me up off his lap and put me on my feet. “You go stand in the corner and think about what you’ve done!” He pointed to a corner of the room and I slowly made my way.
There I stood facing the wall, shifting my weight from foot to foot, trying desperately to relieve some of the soreness from my behind. Soon, Dad called me. “Come here, Son…I wanna talk to you.” His tone of voice had changed, no longer strict but soothing. I stammered over to the chair where he still sitting and stood before him, wearing only my white T-shirt.
“Steven”, he began. “You may not believe this…but I don’t enjoy spanking you. I thought we were past this stage but you proved me wrong.” “Sorry, Dad”, I whimpered through choked tears. “You gonna lie to me again?” He asked one more time. “No,sir”, I answered. “Better not!” Dad warned me, and gave my exposed bottom one last spank with his slipper. Although my behind was sore, I couldn’t help but feel horny from the whole experience. It certainly showed from the swelling of my cock.
If only I could have more times like this with Dad. ‘Wait a minute’, I thought to myself. ‘Dad did say he didn’t want any secrets between us…not to be afraid to tell him anything.’ And so, I got up enough courage to ask him. “Pop?” “Yeah, son? What’s on your mind?” He questioned. “Do you think…..maybe….we could have another Dad/Son kinda day next Saturday? Only, next time….maybe you could use your belt to spank me?” Dad looked at me, his eyes squinted.
“You want a whipping?” I slowly nodded to him. “I suppose I can do that”, he said, half smiling. “But, you don’t need to deserve it, you know. We’ll just call it a maintenance spanking. They’re sure to keep you in line. You like that?” I threw my arms around his neck. “Yes, Daddy”, I exclaimed. I noticed tears welding up in Dad’s eyes. “Well….. guess I better go change out of these pajamas and jump in the shower before your mother gets home.” He bent down and picked up his slippers from the floor. “Here ya go, Son”, he smiled, handing me the slippers, “I thought you may want these to take care of THAT”. His eyes were now fixed on my swollen cock.
“Just do me a favor….when you’re through, please put my slippers back in my room, ok?”
“Sure thing, Pop”, I promised him. “Thanks!” Dad grinned. “Love ya, buddy”, he softly said as he quietly left my room. I thought to myself and smiled. ‘Next Saturday couldn’t come soon enough.’