Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
It’d given me the feeling that he’d never been allowed to explore that side of his fantasies before.
Maybe polite, well-educated men didn’t beg to be spanked?
Paxton took in a shaky breath but I didn’t get a safeword or even illogical pushback, so I gave his neck one more kiss and then helped him stand in front of the couch. I didn’t bother asking him questions he couldn’t answer and just sat down, releasing the button on his pants and making sure all I projected on my face and through the bond were confidence and desire.
All he did was look down at my hands and lick his lips.
Yep, still not a safeword.
Questions still seemed unreasonable, so I didn’t bother with any as I pushed his pants and briefs down, ignoring how sexy he looked with his hard cock and his confused, needy expression. “Over Daddy’s lap.”
I knew hearing the order might snap him back to reality, but he simply nodded slowly and shifted his gaze to my thighs. It made me harder than ever, but he didn’t move at all. Since it looked like helping him into position was a Daddy job, I gently placed one hand on his hip and braced his chest with my other. “Over.”
And something seemed to finally click in his brain.
Perfect.
His cock jerked to say hello as it waved around, but the rest of his body simply obeyed and let me move him into position. When his face was pressed against the couch cushion and his ass was offered up temptingly, I wrapped an arm around his torso and gave one pale cheek the first smack before he could start overthinking it.
Paxton sucked in a breath and his entire body stiffened, but it was quickly followed by a groan where he melted into the couch. Eventually we’d do a more traditional over the lap, head toward the floor spanking, but for his first, I wanted him to feel completely secure.
The way he bounced between going boneless and trying to hump my lap said that had been a good decision on my part.
With his first out of the way and his body deciding that it hadn’t been as scary as he’d thought it would be, I gave him his second spank.
“Such a naughty boy wanting humpies in the woods.” Finding a good rhythm, I smiled as he shook his head but his hips said I’d been right. As he ground himself against my lap, instinctively looking for the right mix of pain and pleasure to get himself off, I spanked him again. “If I’d have let you keep going, you’d have been begging Daddy to lean you up against a tree and do naughty things.”
One fun option in particular kept coming to mind, and judging by his moan and the way his bottom inched upward, he was on a similar page at the very least. So I spread my fingers wide and took a moment to rub his pink bottom, and if they happened to caress around the edge of his needy entrance…oh well. Sometimes that just happened during a spanking.
“Daddy…” His moan was half need and half embarrassment but his shiver and the way he said my name were all desire.
“I know. You’re a naughty boy and I’m going to have to remember that when we go out.” Giving him a few more spanks, I let him soak up the sensations before I teased him again. “What would you have begged Daddy for? Hmm? Show me that you can be a good boy and you learned your lesson. How naughty did you want to be?”
Paxton pressed his face harder into the couch and groaned, but his body humped against my lap again. “I…Daddy…good boys get rewards?”
Going back to rubbing his ass, I nodded just in case he was peeking. “Yes, good boys who show that they’ve learned their lesson get rewards. Be my good boy and then you can have your tinglies.”
His whimper was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard, but as I ran my hand over the most well-loved part of his bottom and then teased the tips of my fingers over his hole, he shivered and his humps turned into a race. “I…I was naughty, but…but I was thinking about you. I was…you would’ve…you were leaning me up against the tree and then…and then you’d have wrapped your hand around me, Daddy. Because I’d have been naughty and begged but you love me and you wouldn’t have told me no.”
He had impeccable logic even if the delivery had been slightly confusing.
And as he raced toward the finish, I made sure he knew that.
“That’s right. I love my sweet boy so much.” Pressing against his tight ring of muscles, I let his own thrusts fuck himself against my hand, and the first time my finger breached his hole, it was like lightning went off in him.