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“Look after you? Make sure you’re taken care of the way you should be? Eat dinner and do your homework and get enough sleep?” He nodded. “Yeah. That’s exactly what I’m gonna do. Because that’s exactly what you deserve. Now. Are we gonna have some pizza? Or do you need Daddy to show you what happens when you don’t listen?”
I swallowed and my throat was fucking ghostly dry. I reallywantedto listen. Iwantedit to be that easy. But it just didn’t seem like I was built that way. I opened my mouth, but I wasn’t sure there were any words for my wants— the humiliating kind of owning I was craving, theproofthat he knew what I really needed.
He narrowed his eyes a little and slid his hand down to wrap around my hip, his long fingers sliding just under my sweats, a possessive, steadying kind of grab. “I think I’d better show you. Just so we’re on the same page.”
I pushed out a smirk, trying to look big and bad because suddenly I felt small and ridiculous, and I did not fucking understand what part of that made me feel so good, but I was about past caring.Everythingabout this setup felt good, even the way my ears were burning when I gave up looking for words and nodded.
I gave in easy when he grabbed me a little tighter and rolled me up on my side, flipping me over onto my stomach. Some brat, I guess, not even throwing a fit about it, just trying to balance my breath so I didn’t hold it so long I blacked out or breathe so loud I sounded like a dog panting under the porch.
His fingers slid inside my sweats, all the way down both thighs as he peeled them down over my ass. Technically he’d done this already, but it didn’t feel the same, and my ass prickled up a way it hadn’t when he’d taken them down to check the damage earlier, fixing me up and rubbing lotion on me. I wasn’t being bad then. Now I was getting spanked, and while I wasn’t exactly an expert at it yet, I had enough experience to know it didn’t feel like anything else.
He took the bottom of my shirt in his hand and pushed it high up my back, holding it there, holding me down. Not rough, but… real. When he slid the other hand over my ass, his long fingers cupping my curves, I sighed so loud it was almost a whimper. Okay, maybe it was. A pathetic whiny sound I couldn’t hide because it felt so good and so wrong and so safe and when those feelings all smashed together the whole rest of the world went black.
“Logan.” He was sitting up beside me, on his knees, maybe, and I wasn’t sure when that had happened, startled me a little, his voice not being where I expected it. “When Daddy tells you it’s time to eat, that doesn’t mean argue, that means it’s time to eat.”
I wasn’t honestly sure if it was nerves or a reflex that had my mouth open and ready to spout some smartass bullshit, but before I got the chance, he landed three crisp smacks across the center of my cheeks that knocked my breath out. I jolted on the bed, shoving my dick harder against the mattress, but it was the sting I felt, more than the ache between my legs. It was like I couldfeelthe sound on my skin, that dirty slap echoing off me, and my face burned hotter.
“Daddy is in charge, little boy. I’m going to keep you safe and strong and healthy, and that means you sit down to dinner every night. No forgetting, no excuses, no arguing. I have no problem giving you something warm to sit on if you need help remembering that.”
His hand came down again and again, and yeah okay, maybe I half thought this was going to be some light fooling around, but I was dead ass wrong. It wasn’t any flirty bullshit, I was getting spanked.
I gritted my teeth and slid my hands up under the pillow, squeezing my eyes shut and focusing on every smack. They were heavy and steady, but not fast. I had great timing and I knew just when to expect each one, and that still did absolutely nothing to prepare me, because every smack sent me somewhere else— sometimes pain and sometimes pleasure, and sometimes a mix of both, making me jump and moan and bite at my lip and claw at the sheets until I could barely think, until my whole fucking world was just his hand on my ass and his deep rumbly voice telling me he was in charge.
There weren’t very many places I felt safe and they mostly all had to do with football. On the field, no one could touch me. At practice, in the locker room, the only people allowed to be around me were ones I trusted to have my back— at least more than I didn’t. I was where I was supposed to be when I was there, and no one could argue that.
Pinned down on Caleb’s bed with his hand lighting up my ass for the second time in a day, telling me how shit was gonna be because Daddy was in charge now, that felt safe. I’d rolled a lot of fucking dice coming here, but this was where I was supposed to be. Felt it in my gut the same way I could feel a guy’s toes tap inside his cleats and his center of gravity shift before he ducked and turned so I knew where to hit and how to bring him down. My instinct just fucking knew I was his.
This wasn’t anything like violence, no matter how much it hurt. This wasn’t having shit thrown at me, or getting shoved into walls, or any of the other asshole cliche bullshit I tried hard not to be like anymore. I was a bad boy getting spanked by my daddy, and that was fucking pure and exciting, and it opened up a whole world of things I was missing, even if I couldn’t see them all that clearly yet. I didn’t know how something that hurt so bad could feel so good.
Just as I was about to fucking lose myself in how perfect it all was, slip into that weird space where the whole world was gone, I felt that hitch in my throat that I really didn’t like, the ache behind my eyes.
I shoved my face into the pillow, strangling the sheets with my fists as shit started to get straight up painful all over, and I squirmed around on the bed, finally fighting back a little and wanting it to stop. Not enough to actually say stop, but my ass and my nuts both felt swollen, and I was all twisted up, not sure if I was turned on or miserable or both. Honestly, when was I ever not both.
He stopped just as I let out another whimper, this one a lot more pitiful and a lot louder, howling out into the quiet room that just seemed to be echoing with spanking, and fuck, that sick, embarrassing feeling came back down on me like a tidal wave, and I was moaning and choking and burning. My eyes watered as he started to rub my back, pulling all my focus up to that single spot, soothing somewhere that wasn’t sore, but making me feel better anyway.
“You understand the rules, little boy?” he asked me after a minute. “Are you going to behave?”
My throat was all blocked with bullshit, and my lips were dry, and for a minute I wasn’t sure I could talk at all. But the words were heavy on my tongue, and just having them in my mouth made me feel like I could do about anything.
I nodded. “Yes, Daddy. I’ll be good.”
Jesus, I was a fucking freak. I wriggled around, like double checking that my dick was still hard would somehow make this less weird. It was still hard. And I was still a freak.
Caleb put his hand on my ass, and he didn’t even have to tell me to stop moving around, I just knew that’s what good boys did. “What happens if you argue with me instead of listen?”
“You’ll spank me.” I still couldn’t quite make that word sound natural, and I wasn’t sure if I loved saying it or hated it, if it was nausea I felt or just butterflies. It was all of it, I guess. But I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t want to. I wouldn’t let him light my ass up like this if I didn’t want to.
“That’s right. That’s how important it is for you to listen to me when it comes to taking care of yourself. Daddy knows what’s good for you. And knowing what to expect is good for you, isn’t it, baby? No surprises. Nothing scary. Just a good spanking if you don’t do what you’re told. You feel better now?”
I let out a long breath, lifting my head up from the pillow, realizing the twisted-up gut and the splintered chest I’d woken up with were gone. Sure, they were replaced with other twists, a lot of question marks and arrows pointing off at who knows what, but I didn’t feel like I was dying. I was so used to swallowing my stress every minute of the day that calm felt pretty fucking unnatural. But maybe I could get into it.
“Yeah,” I admitted. “I’m better.”
* * *
For a minute, or maybe longer,he just kept rubbing my back, until I started to feel the sweat on the back of my neck, and the burn on my ass, and the ache in my fingers from holding the sheets so tight. Getting spanked was… kind of uncomfortable, at least after it was over.
“You ready to eat something?” he finally asked me, and holy shit I was hungry.
