Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 22971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
“I do, so you better put that hand down unless you want mine across your bottom.”
He didn’t try to hide the shiver that rocked through him, and didn’t pretend to hesitate as he flicked the top cube, making the whole tower tumble to the floor.
“You were warned,” I told him sternly, my hand already twitching with anticipation. “Stand up.” Keegan rose to his feet without a word of protest. “Come here.” My boy took small, slow steps towards me. I may have thought he felt remorse if he wasn’t wrestling the grin from his lips.
As he shuffled forward, my eyes grazed down his body, and I had to bite back another moan when I caught sight of the bulge beneath his short skirt, making it even shorter. The lump swayed back and forth with the swish of his hips. I swallowed the puddle of drool forming on my tongue so that he could clearly understand my words.
“You didn’t listen to Daddy, and that earned you a punishment. Do you understand?” He nodded, but I insisted, “I need to hear it.”
Another shudder rocked through him, making his bulge bounce deliciously. “I understand. I was naughty for not listening. I’m sorry, Daddy.”
I had to stop myself from forgiving him and brushing it away, because I knew that wasn’t what he wanted. “Thank you for apologizing, but that doesn’t take away the consequences we talked about. This will help you learn to listen better next time.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Before we begin, I need you to tell me a word you’ll use if you need me to stop.” I never wanted to accidentally hurt him, so a safe word was very important.
“Pickle,” he responded quickly.
“Good boy. Use that word if you need to. If I hear ‘pickle’, everything stops. Now, lay across my lap with your bottom facing up.”
Keegan draped his body across my thighs, and my eyes rolled back in my head for a moment from the feel of his hard dick pressing into the meat of my leg. His ass was positioned perfectly on my lap, and the fabric of his skirt barely covered the flesh of his cheeks.
I took a deep breath to steady myself before pushing the cotton over the swell of his ass, but I still wasn’t prepared for what I found. It was better than anything I had imagined many, many times since we met. Over his plush, creamy cheeks was a pair of panties made from red lace.
“How-” I cleared my throat when my voice shook with desire. “How many spanks is it going to take for you to learn your lesson?”
Keegan looked over his shoulder with a sassy smile. “How many do you have for me?”
It depends how many I can give you before I jizz my pants. I was having trouble holding it together from just the thought alone, but I shook my head clear and counted the blocks on the floor. “You failed to pick up twelve blocks, so that’s how many spanks you’re going to get.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Before I got right to it, I took the time to caress my hand over his ass, enjoying the feel of his smooth skin poking through the rough lace. Each of his cheeks fit perfectly in my palm. I squeezed his flesh gently, and Keegan moaned beneath me. He pushed his groin against my thigh, pressing his hip into my hard cock with perfect friction. My eyes tried to disappear into my skull again, but I forced them forward. I didn’t want to miss a thing. Besides, it was time to take control of the situation.
I raised my hand and dropped it onto his flesh with a crack. Keegan’s head tipped back and he moaned at the ceiling, and another one followed when I slapped his other cheek. He seemed to be fine with the force, so I gave each cheek another crack before stopping to admire my work.
Keegan’s skin was growing pink from the pressure, and I could make out the shapes of my long fingers. My boy whimpered beneath me as I traced along the outlines, but I knew it wasn’t from discomfort; it was from need.
I lifted my hand again, and then dropped in quick succession, covering every inch of his flesh in blush-colored welts. Keegan writhed beneath me, grinding against my hard cock and drawing a long groan from my throat.
“Two more, baby,” I announced, and my boy raised his hips, lifting his red, swollen flesh towards me, silently begging for more. I obliged, swatting his left cheek, the sound of the smack and Keegan’s pleasured cry echoing against the walls.
He keened at the last blow to his right cheek, and his skin burned as bright red as his lacy underwear. I could barely make out what was flesh and what was fabric.