Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66863 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66863 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
“Aww, is Daddy’s boy mad?” Kieran joked as he shook his dick and then walked over to me. He reached for me but I took a step backward.
“Wash your hands.”
“No,” he replied firmly. “Who gives the orders here? I think someone might need his ass spanked so he remembers his place.”
“It’s disgusting,” I told him, but those words felt more like something I felt I should say than anything else. There were people who would think what we did was gross, but that didn’t make it so. It was Kieran. I sucked his cock and ate his cum. Would it hurt if he touched me after he took a piss?
“Turn around,” Kieran ordered and my body automatically moved. It was a reflex, like he was my brain and sent controls to my body to make it react.
There was a noise and I glanced over my shoulder to see Kieran pick up a brush.
“Nose against the wall, boy,” he told me and I trembled…my ass pressed out toward him, as if I wasn’t in control of my own body. It wanted that sting that Kieran gave so well, while my brain knew I needed to be disciplined for talking back to him.
“Tell me you know you’re not supposed to speak to Daddy that way.”
I did… Shame ate away at me. I felt the disappointment Kieran must have in me. “I know I’m not supposed to talk to you that way.”
My body jerked when the brush came down on my ass the first time.
“It’s okay not to want something. It’s okay to have your own feelings but there are ways to handle it. How could you have better handled the situation?”
Smack!
The brush went down on my other cheek making a shooting pain rip through me. “Ask,” I rushed out through a heavy breath. “I could have asked you to wash your hands.”
“Exactly.”
Smack!
I bit my lip and my body went tense.
Smack!
My eyes watered as the sting in my ass spread through my body.
Smack!
My cock was achingly hard, and I felt it leaking onto the floor. I had to grab my balls and concentrate incredibly hard so I didn’t come. I was hard and crying. I hurt, which confused me on why I wanted to come. “Thank you, Daddy!” I called out and then the brush dropped to the floor and Kieran pulled me to his arms. I nuzzled my face into his neck and cried as he hugged me. Held me. Comforted me. “Thank you, Daddy,” I said through my tears as my body vibrated against him.
“You’re welcome, boy. Shh…it’s okay.” He kissed my forehead and then my cheek. “Come on. Let’s get cleaned up.”
He started the shower. When the water was warm, we stepped inside. Kieran washed my body, being gentle with my sore ass. When we were finished, he dried me off, and rubbed soothing cream on the burning skin of my behind.
“Would you like me to make you breakfast?” I asked but Kieran shook his head.
“No…we’re going out this morning. I thought we could have breakfast in town and then do a little exploring.”
My pulse slammed against my skin as my heart tried to jump through my chest.
“But I thought you had work to do today?”
“I do but I thought you might enjoy getting out. You said yesterday that you loved small towns and…what was it? The sense of closeness you felt like they gave off? But if you’d rather stay here then—”
“No!” I rushed out. “I just didn’t want to interrupt anything you had to do…but I would like that. I’d like it very much.”
He was doing it for me. I could see the kindness in his crystal-blue eyes. He wanted to work, but he knew I wanted to go out. This was part of what Kieran would give me, ways he would comfort me and care for me. Kieran was providing for me.
My heart expanded, my chest swelled.
“We’ll go out then,” Kieran replied.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I answered and bit my cheek so I didn’t smile. There weren’t enough words to tell him how much this meant to me.
*
We went to a small café bursting with people. Luckily, we only had to wait about ten minutes for a table.
Everything was decorated with a rustic feel. Dark wood, chunky furniture and paneling filled the space but it was warmed by the laughter and chatter of the patrons. It represented everything I thought a small town should be.
“See?” I told Kieran after we’d been seated. I winced as I did. My ass hurt from the spanking, but I also enjoyed the burn. It was a reminder of what Kieran and I had shared this morning. “Everyone’s happy. And they all know each other. I bet they look out for each other too.”
His eyes suddenly softened around the edges, looked sad when he turned them my way. As if he felt sorry for me or his experience had been different.