Lucas Interrupts

As the water washes away the ink, I take a deep breath and shiver involuntarily remembering my father not only spanking me, but vehemently debasing me and then summarily skull-fucking me. Evidently, changing how people think of another, can lead to unintended consequences and side-effects.

We're a fairly progressive family, but I suppose when Dad legitimately sees me as subhuman, he'll not hesitate to treat me utterly horribly. My own cock is involuntarily hard, still, and I realise I was on autopilot the entire time. During the whole thing, I had no conscious thought, just mindless obedience.

As I process, Lucas barges into the bathroom and looks at me through the frosted glass door, “Dude, we've never gotten a spanking in our lives. What'd you do to get a spanking?”

“I dunno, guess dad just had a hard day,” I reply. Lucas slides the door open and looks at me more directly as I am rinsing clean, the temporary ink now long-since washed away, not that I had conscious control over getting clean. I was bathing because I'd been ordered to, not by my will.

“You evidently liked the spanking, at least,” Lucas says, observantly, “Or was it what came after?”

“Dude, what's with the twenty questions?” I reply, to buy time while processing them and Dad ramming me like he did.