As he did, Gene unbuttoned his shirt and yanked up his boxers and pants. He planned on keeping the rest of his things on as much as he could. He wasn’t getting naked for a reason.
This wasNOTtheir home.
It felt…disrespectful for him to defile it that way, but Ethan would be—in punishment.
Because that was coming.
Bet.
On.
It.
As Ethan stood before him naked as the day he was born, Gene sat down and stared up at him.
It was time.
At first, Ethan thought he was going to be riding him, but that went out the window when he was pulled down, roughly, and ended up across his lap.
Ass up.
Oh, holy shit.
Was he going to…?
Before he could say a word, he felt that first slap land on his cheek, and Gene wasn’t being gentle.
He gasped.
“You will not run from me ever again,” he said, punctuating each word with a sharp strike on his tan cheeks. “Am I crystal clear?” he asked.
Ethan was lost in a flurry of emotions.
The frontrunner was lust.
Jesus.
Christ.
No one had ever done this to him, including a parent when he was growing up. He was over his man’s lap, and being spanked.
Only, it didn’t horrify him.
Not.
Even.
Close.
“Oh, God,” he muttered, as his ass stung from the assault, but his body sang from the pleasure. This was a whole other experience, and Ethan never expected it.
Oh, he’d been slapped on the ass by his man more than once, but this wasn’t a random slap in passing. He was literally over his lap, like a petulant child.
Daddy was making a point.
As he was delivering his punishment, Gene could tell his lover was not hating it. Instead, he was flushed from head-to-toe as his ass bore the brunt of Gene’s anger.
So, he continued.
