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I blinked a few times, frowning at the sheets in my hands and reading between the lines. That weren’t really lines, I guess, he was being pretty clear.
“Atschool?”
“I know a little brat who gave me a long list of private places to bend somebody over. I imagine I know a few of my own. If it’s something that can’t wait, if you need your edges smoothed out before you explode, I will find a way to deal with you wherever we are. All you have to do is tell me what you need. Does that make you feel better?”
I shifted around on his lap some more. Sure made my dick feel better. The rest of me… “Yeah, maybe,” I admitted. “But only for emergencies.”
“Only for emergencies,” he agreed. “Was today an emergency?”
My head started to swirl around again, and I closed my eyes. “No. I don’t know.”
“Okay. That’s okay,” he told me, rubbing my back like he was soothing me when I didn’t even realize I was getting upset. “Knowing when to ask for help is something we’re going to work on. I don’t think it’s something you’re very comfortable with or very good at, and that’s understandable. But you canalwaysask me for help. No matter what it is. That’s what Iwantyou to do. Got it?”
“Yeah.” That seemed like the end, and I braced myself for whatever a shoe on the ass was going to feel like, and then rolled my eyes when he kept on talking. Dude really did not know how to take an exit.
“You didn’t like getting sent to your room, did you?” he asked me.
I sighed. “No.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know. It was stupid. And boring. Like this. There’s nothing to do in here. You should just spank me when I’m bad, you shouldn’t drag it out so long.”
I could feel his silent laughing when his abs vibrated against me, and he moved his hand back down to my ass. “I’m sorry if you think it’s boring. But sometimes you need some quiet time. It’s gonna happen again if I think you need it, so here’s how it goes. When I send you to your room I want you to sit quietly and think about how you behaved. That’s it. That’s all you need to focus on, and you definitely do not throw shoes or anything else. You know better than that. I promise you, you don’t need to throw a fit to get my attention. You’ll get it.”
“Unless you have to work,” I muttered.
He was quiet a minute and I regretted that right away, wondering which part of me had shoved that to the front of my tongue.
“What was that?”
I shook my head, really not wanting to drag this out any more. “Nothing.”
He made me wait it out another long minute, maybe to make a point, or maybe my internal clock was just broken, but then he shifted underneath me a little, and I felt the worn out sole of my sneaker resting flat against my ass.
“Alright, little boy. You’re going to get your naughty bottom paddled for throwing these shoes. That could have been dangerous. You could have broken something and hurt yourself. This kind of tantrum is unacceptable. You have anything to tell me or any colors you want to share first?”
He really was going to do this shit every time, it seemed like, let me act like an asshole and then cry red and get away with it if I wanted to. But I didn’t. I wanted my punishment like a fucking fiend and not even because I was horny for it. Well, not just.
“No, Daddy. I’m green.”
A second later, the shoe snapped down across my ass, a dull thud that still had a surprising amount of spring left in it for such an old fucking shoe.
I yelped and scrambled forward, kicking at the floor instantly like it was a speed drill, and he pulled me closer up against him, leaning down to hold me with his elbow on my back as he swatted again, fast and hard on both cheeks, and even through my jeans, itstung.
I got lost in a kind of daze as he paddled all across my ass, warming me up through my clothes. The heat spread all through me, between my legs, up my back, over my face and into my brain, setting all my thoughts on fire, burning them up until there was nothing left, I was just a bad boy getting spanked and everything else was pointless.
“No more slamming doors. No more throwing things. Do you understand me, young man?”
Finally, he sounded something besides calm. Not angry, but strict and serious, and I’d fucking take it. I’d fucking stuff it down inside me and bury it so I could keep it forever.
“Yeah. Yeah.” I squirmed around moaning, the sting starting to build up under my clothes, and I wondered how long until he took them off. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Next time I send you to your room, what are you going to do?” he asked me, picking up the pace on my ass, paddling harder.
“Sit on the bed. And be quiet and. Wait for you,” I managed to say between gasps.
“That’s right. If you come in here and throw a tantrum like that again, I won’t just spank you, I’ll spank you every day for a week.”
