Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 34451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
He positioned himself over the Fox’s lap. There was something about being spanked in this position that made him feel vulnerable. It also threw him further into a younger headspace.
The Fox held him still with one hand on his back while his other hand landed on his ass.
Shoot. The Fox wasn’t playing around. Six smacks landed in quick succession.
Brody’s breathing increased, tears entering his eyes as his ass started to sting.
“No more overtime or trying to stay the night in the office.”
Smack! Smack!
“You need to start getting more sleep and eating better.”
Smack! Smack!
“And Papa is going to see that you do.”
The Fox shifted, and Brody knew he was picking up the paddle.
“Right. Two with the paddle.”
Before Brody had really braced, the paddle landed.
Shoot! That hurt!
“No more keeping things from us. I need to know everything in order to take care of you properly.”
With another smack of the paddle, Brody released a shaky breath as several tears fell down his cheeks.
“Good boy,” the Fox told him, rubbing his back. “You took your spanking well.”
He did? At one stage, he’d started kicking his feet, and now he was crying.
“You’re a good boy,” the Fox soothed. “You were trying to do something good. You just forgot to take care of yourself along the way. Something that you do often.”
Yeah. He knew he did that. He’d get focused on something and everything else would fade away. Including eating and getting enough sleep.
“Now, I’m going to put the plug in. Bunny, can you come over here and distract our boy?”
“Yes, Daddy! I thought you’d never ask.”
The Fox helped Brody off his lap. He held Brody’s hips while he steadied himself.
Standing, he drew Brody against him, stroking his back gently. “Good boy. You are doing so well.” The Fox kissed away the remaining tears before dropping his mouth to Brody’s.
He started out slow, then sped things up until Brody was moaning, leaning against him. His traitorous dick had hardened between them.
“Now, I want you to lean over and put your hands on the seat of the chair. Bunny, I want you to suck on our boy’s cock while I feed him the plug. I can see his dick is already excited by that idea.”
“It got excited about you kissing me,” Brody muttered. For the first time since he’d stripped off, he realized he was naked while they were both dressed.
How had he not noticed that?
His hand moved down to cover his dick, but the Fox grabbed it, slapping it slightly.
“Uh-uh. No trying to hide yourself. Get into position.”
Brody shuffled around, then bent over to present his ass. He seemed to do this a lot.
“Can we eat popcorn and butter tomorrow too? And make some more Christmas decorations?” Autumn asked.
“Of course,” the Fox told her.
“Yay! I can make my watermelon lasagna for dinner.”
Yikes. God, that sounded terrible.
“Daddy will take care of dinner,” the Fox told her gently. “I don’t like you using a knife. Now get your mouth around our boy’s cock. No coming, though, Pup.”
Of course not. That would be too easy.
Autumn’s mouth closed around his dick, and he let out a sigh of pleasure. Then his cheeks were parted, and a slicked-up finger entered his asshole.
He groaned. How the heck was he meant to stop himself from coming? He thought he’d rather take another spanking over this torture.
The Fox worked up to two fingers. And he knew just where to touch Brody to make his arousal grow as Autumn sucked his cock.
“That’s it, good job, Pup. Now, here is the plug.”
The Fox slid his fingers free of Brody’s ass before he started pushing the plug inside his ass.
Christ. It was freaking big.
Brody took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to relax. Autumn ran her tongue over the head of his cock before taking him deep into her mouth again.
Another moan escaped him. It was too much.
“Sir, I need to come.”
“You’re not to come, Pup. You’re being punished, remember?”
“I’d rather have another spanking.”
“Well, that’s not your decision to make, is it, Pup?”
Finally, the plug was seated inside, and he almost sighed in relief. The stretch was just on this side of burning, and he had to take a few deep breaths before he could slightly relax.
“Good boy. Is our girl treating you well?” The Fox reached between Brody’s legs to lightly play with his balls.
Brody sucked in a sharp breath. “Sir, please.”
“Please, what?” the Fox asked.
“I need to come. Please let me come.”
“Hmm,” the Fox said. “I don’t think you should be allowed to come. At least, not yet.”
Crap. That was what he was afraid of. At the sound of rustling, Brody looked over his shoulder to see the Fox stripping off.
“Bunny, move away from Brody’s dick for a moment and come here.”
Brody breathed a subtle sigh of relief at the reprieve. He’d been about to start counting sheep or something to keep himself under control.