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I was only disappointed that we’d be doing this fully clothed for a second. Because in the next moment, Henry was calling me to stand in front of him. I complied easily.

“Good boy. Now,” he started, and if he kept dragging this out, I might come out of my skin. Or my dick. Whatever. “You will follow my instructions exactly, understood?”

“I understand, Daddy.”

“Good boy.”

I shivered at the praise as he reached for me, putting his hands on my regrettably clothed hips and pulling me between his spread legs.

“This was a serious infraction, Tristan, and you need to remember this. So you will get ten swats on your pants then another twenty on your bare bottom.”

My cheeks reddened at the thought and his choice of words.

“What is your safeword?”

“Red, Daddy.”

“Good boy.” In one swift move, Henry pulled me over his lap, manhandling me into position. He scooted forward so I was only held up by his legs, my dick rubbing against his lap deliciously. My head nearly touched the floor, so I crossed my arms against the hardwood to hold myself steady since my toes were dragging along the floor on his other side. Seemed his bed was the perfect height for this.

In the next moment, he pulled my sweats higher, smoothing out his target. When his hands started rubbing my cheeks in warm circles, I couldn’t help my moan.

I’d been spanked before, but none of those Doms had really done it for me. Not like Henry. Our relationship was one of love and complete trust, and I knew this was more than just a scene. This was part of our life together moving forward, and I wanted it with every fiber of my being.

But given his aversion to pain play, I had to check in before he started. I didn’t want to break my role, but I needed to know he was okay with this.

“Shh, boy, settle,” Henry cooed above me, his hand shifting to my back with a gentle caress. I should’ve known Henry would sense the shift in my thoughts.

I sniffed, oddly emotional. “Are you sure this is okay, Daddy? I don’t want you to do this if it makes you uncomfortable.”

Without hesitation, Henry flipped me over and scooped me up until I was sitting sideways in his lap. All sternness was gone from his face now, and though we’d broken the scene, this was perfect, just what we needed in this moment. And given his kind smile, we both knew it.

He kissed my forehead before speaking. “I’m okay with this, Tris. More than okay. I’ve been wanting to do this for you for a while, and you gave me the perfect excuse.”

I stared into his loving gaze. “It’s not too much pain play for you?”

He shook his head. “No, baby. If we were using a crop or a whip, it probably would be. But spanking you with my hand every once in a while to make you fly? It’s so intimate and vulnerable, and I love that. I’d be honored to give that to you as your Daddy.”

I searched his gaze for a silent moment, needing to see the truth of his words in his eyes. When I found it, my shoulders relaxed. “Okay, Daddy, thank you.”

His eyebrow quirked, and I knew the scene was back on. “You won’t be thanking me in a minute.” He flipped me back around and into position, which I resumed with renewed anticipation. “On second thought, I think you will thank me after each one—and count them, too.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I replied, voice muffled against the side of his jeans as he rubbed my ass through my sweats again, warming me up.

“And no coming.”

I gasped as the first one hit, because no way was I going to be able to avoid that with how keyed up I was.

“One. Thank you, Daddy,” I managed, breathless. I’d barely felt that, so I wasn’t worried about my ass, but how was I going to get through thirty without coming?

The next smack fell on the opposite cheek, and I moaned as I counted and thanked him. God, it had been forever, and while he seemed to be keeping them light, Henry knew what he was doing. This was so much better with someone I loved, someone who understood me, someone who saw me.

The rest of the first ten spanks came down in rapid succession, but I never missed counting or thanking my Daddy for the exquisite burn building in my cheeks. Either he’d started spanking a little harder or my ass was getting more sensitive—probably both—but I was breathless from more than just trying not to come now.

“Ten. Thank you, Daddy.”

Henry paused then, rubbing my sore ass through my sweats. I imagined him staring at my admittedly delectable cheeks, probably drooling, and I was here for that. I was a camboy because I loved being adored, after all.

“Now for the rest.” Those four words were the only warning I got before Daddy hooked his fingers into the waist of my joggers and pulled them down over my ass. I had to raise up to help him get them past my still massively hard dick, which he grazed with his hand. No one could’ve convinced me that wasn’t on purpose.