I arrive at dads hour mid-afternoon. We sit down at the table and talk for a bit when it is time to start dad stands up and signals for me to do the same.

He leads me to the bedroom and begins lecturing me on my miss deads and why I am being spanked. He has a chart on the desk with a set of dice. These aren't your normal dice these are dice we would use in D&D. He hands me a 10 sided dice. pulls out a charge this charge has a range options for the state of dress. He has me roll the dice. After the roll, he confronts a chart. He announces the starting dress will be underwear only.

He instructs me to remove all my clothes except my underwear.

The next dice is 20 sided dice to determine the implement. Roll 3 times.

1 roll is a paddle with holes 2nd is bare hand, 3rd leather belt. The next set of dice is a 6 sided and determines the multiplier That rolls a 1. The next dice is a 100 sided Dice this is the number of swats for each implement for each item of clothing covering my bottom.

3 rolls. 20 90 and a 45. The last dice is a 20 sided for the position or each. The first roll is leaning over the bed, the Second roll is laying across a chair, 3rd roll is across the lap. Dad looks at the results and is quite pleased.

I told him I didn't think I could take that many swats. He assured me that they would be firm but I would get through them just fine. But the last 2 swats of each set would be full force. And he was switch 2 of the position instead of overlap for the belt I would be over his lap for the hand spanking and over the chair for the belt.

I assumed the first position and for the first set of swats. He told me there would be no pause between the sets. And the first set was started It wasn't rapid-fire but it wasn't slow either it was a nice steady pace with just a couple seconds between swats. Once that was done I was given a 5-minute break.

After that I removed my underwear laid them on the bed and began the second set. at the last 2 swats, there was no warning they landed like a hammer and I cried out. Once done Dad had me stay in position as he rubbed my bottom and check his handy work. My ass was on fire. '

taking another 5-minute break it was time for the second session I put my underwear on and laid across dad's lap as his hand went to work. Again the last 2 swats came down hard. This time there was no break he pulled my underwear down to my ankles and began the next 90 hand swats. I was now crying out with each swat making grunts and groans with each swat. Again the last two swats came in hard and fast.

When that was done I was given a 15-minute break and just laid on the bed. Dad rubbing my bottom and back. And even my legs but mostly on my soar fire red bottom.

Looking at the state of my bottom he determined that he didn't think I would take 90 with a belt without bruising so this next set would be just on bare bottom.

He told me to stay on the bed and placed a couple of pillows under my hips to elevate them. He told me that this would continue till he felt My butt had taken all It could up to the full 90.

he began applying the belt as I jumped and yelled with each swat. He wasn't hitting all that hard but my bottom felt like he was laying into it with everything he had. He was only swinging hard enough to make me jump and give a nice snap with each swat. He managed to control the swings so I took all 90 swats. When he stopped he informed me there was one more coming and it was going to hurt and be full force. He laid that belt right across the sweet spot and I cried out loud too. After looking over he determined there was no way my bottom would take anymore and there might be some bruising.

I was not pleased with this as we agreed on no bruising one of my main criteria. He sat beside me and applied some lotion to my bottom with several coats to let my bottom soak it in.

He then ran the bottle up my back and gave me a nice short massage to help me relax this was more of a light rub then a massage but it felt good.

My bottom was sore and on fire. Dad helped me get dressed and even put my shoes and sock on for me.

The uber right I felt it all the way to the truck stop.

The next morning my bottom was still stinging. There was just a very light bruise showing but wasn't dark Definitely on the extreme of my limits. The rest of the day my bottom was sore to the point where I could feel the individual fibers of my underwear. A really nice feeling