I hear Taron gasp as I step close and hook my fingers inside his briefs and pull them down to reveal his magnificently round butt cheeks, pure white and with a wonderful wobble as I slide the flimsy material of his briefs down toward his jeans.
“You’re going to get five hard spanks on each cheek,” I command, my voice low and full of intent. “And once we’redone, you’re going to go back to the store and apologize and make things right. Got it?”
“Yes, sir,” Taron answers, his voice wobbling and his legs even looking like their shaking.
“Remember you’ve got your safeword,” I say, placing my hand on his shoulder and adjusting his position just right. “But I think you’ve got this, boy.”
Taron whimpers and nods.
I take a moment as I hold my hand high above my head and then bring it down hard and fast on his left cheek, immediately following up with a counter spank on his right buttock.
“Owwweeeee!” Taron protests, his ass cheeks instinctively clenching together in pain.
“Try and relax them, you’ll be grateful you did,” I say, placing my hand around his small but soft waist and feeling a delightful curve of softness around his tummy area. “A relaxed butt takes the spanks better. Trust me, Daddy knows.”
I sense Taron relax just a touch and continue with the punishment, each spank making him whelp in pain and my cock duly gets harder and harder too. There’s something about this boy that is driving me wild.
Yes, this is a punishment he more than deserves, but the truth is that I want him to genuinely learn something from it too. And more than that, I want to guide him through it the best I can.
“And now for the final two spanks,” I say, my hungry eyes loving the sight of his reddened cheeks. And if I didn’t know better, I’d say that I just caught a glimpse of his smooth but hard cock bouncing from side to side too.
If I wasn’t already almost certain, then I know now for sure.
Taron is pure Little.
“Yowwwwwww!” Taron cries as the final spank lands, a real peach on his toasty left butt cheek.
And with that, the punishment is over.
“Now pull up your little briefs and jeans and we’ll go back to the store together,” I say. “You can explain yourmistake. Mrs. Peplinska will understand. And if she doesn’t, I’ll make sure that she knows you’re with me. I’ll vouch for you, boy.”
“Mmm-hmmm,” Taron says, his voice quiet and a look of real remorse in his eyes. “Thank you, Kaleb.”
I turn away as Taron covers himself up and buckles his belt.
It’s time to make things right at the store—and as long as Taron does me proud, I think we’ll be making an extra purchase in their too…
Chapter 7
Taron
My butt is on fire.
Like seriouslyhot hot hot.
I mean obviously not literally on fire, but it might as well be. Each step sends a sharp reminder of Kaleb’s hand, the way it cracked down with that unyielding, Daddy-tastic force.
I’m walking beside him now, back toward Peplinska’s Grocery, the rain a light mist that clings to my hair and jacket. The alley’s behind us… but the memory? It’s front and center, replaying like a loop in my brain.
The way he made my big butt wobble with each spank. And the sound it was making too! My cock was hard as all get out despite the fact I was hollering in pain. And I know that Kaleb enjoyed it too. The way he was dishing out each spank with so much relish. Hey, maybe he likes bigger boys? I’m not complaining, that’s for sure.
I glance up at him—tall, solid, that jaw set like granite. Like usual, he doesn’t say much, just keeps a steady pace, one hand in his pocket, the other swinging loose. As enjoyable as it was, part of me wants to bolt, hide in my room at the B&B andpretend none of this happened. But the sting in my cheeks? It’s a constant nudge:Do the right thing. Own it.
“You okay?” Kaleb asks, voice low, not looking at me.
I nod, swallowing. “Nervous. But… yeah. I need to fix this.”
“Good boy.” The words slip out casual, but they hit me warm, right in the chest. Daddy vibes again. Or maybe I’m just projecting because after that spanking, my Little side is wide awake andneedy.