Page 72 of My Family

"There you go."

"I'm sorry."

He points to his lap.

"You know what to do."

I do.

I climb over his knees, the floor cold under my socks. My legs dangle off his right side, and my face burns so hot I know my ears are going red too, even after all this damn time.

He waits, one hand heavy on my lower back, the other finding the edge of my waistband and tugging my shorts down to my knees.

"Count?" I ask, voice small.

He shakes his head. "We're not counting today."

I nod, biting my lip.

He tugs my underwear down too, slowly, so I feel every second of the humiliation. My ass is bare, and I know he's looking at it.

The shame is a fire, and I love it.

I'm so fucking hard, leaking pre-cum.

His palm is warm when it lands, the first smack almost gentle. The second is harder, and I gasp, more from surprise than pain.

He spanks me slowly at first, each slap building heat until my whole lower body is tight and squirmy. I grip his ankle, trying not to kick.

The next ones are harder, and I yelp.

He pauses, one hand stroking my back.

"You okay?"

"Yes, Daddy."

He resumes. The pain blooms and burns, and my cock is so hard against his thigh, which is the most humiliating part but also the best part. He keeps going, watching me, calibrating by the way I wiggle or gasp or clench. I lose track of time.

The world becomes the sound of his palm, the heat of my ass, the ache in my chest that wants to cry and laugh and beg all at once.

He keeps going.

It's hard to take, especially when all I can focus on is not coming. My ass is on fire now, probably glowing red, and I'm aware that I'm humping him.

When he finally stops, I'm panting. My whole body is trembling, my face wet, and I'm not sure when I started crying.

He holds me there, both hands warm and gentle, rubbing circles over my back.

"Why did you get punished?" he asks, voice soft now.

"For trying to hurt you because I was hurt."

"Good."

"And because I should've told you what was wrong instead."

"Exactly."