“I told you,” I say slowly, voice dropping an octave. “No eating candy until the walk back. We’re working. Focus. No sugar crashes in the middle of the woods. And now you won’t have any sugar supplies to pep you up on the way back to the truck.”
He laughs—light, nervous, trying to play it off. “Who cares? It’s just a few pieces. I was hungry.”
Wrong answer.
I set my sandwich down. Deliberate. Controlled.
“Stand up,” I growl.
His laughter dies. He swallows, eyes flicking to the wrappers, then back to me.
“Kaleb—”
“Over my lap.Now.”
“Here?” Taron asks, looking around at the vast space around us.
He hesitates, cheeks flushing. But he doesn’t argue. Doesn’t run. Just steps closer, lets me guide him down across my thighs. His backpack hits the ground beside us. Racer lifts his head, curious, but then quickly goes back to chewing a stick like this is normal.
“You were told the rules,” I say quietly. “You broke them. Laughed it off. That’s twice today you’ve pushed.”
He squirms, breath hitching. “I didn’t mean?—”
“Intent doesn’t matter,” I say, my cock hardening with every passing second. “Obedience does. You’re going to have your butt seen to right here and now. But this time I’m going to switch things up a little. Off my lap. This is one spanking you won’t be forgetting in a hurry…”
With that, I lift Taron off my lap and march him down toward the river.
This boy is about to get the wet-bottom spanking of his life…
Chapter 9
Taron
“It’s so cold!” I squeal as Kaleb picks me up by the waist and dips my now naked butt into the river water, my cock and balls dashed down in there too. “Woah! Make thatsupercold!”
And while my ass might be icy, what’s making me hot is the fact that Kaleb is manhandling me like I’m lighter than a feather. I knew he was big and strong, but this is ridiculous. It’s like my weight and extra curves are nothing to him as he lifts me up and down and gets my ass wet.
“Good, it’s meant to be,” Kaleb laughs, his thunderous voice echoing around the surrounding peaks. “And now to heat it up all the way toten.”
Kaleb carries me over toward the grassy verge and puts me on all fours. From there, he crouches down behind me and begins to spank my cheeks with the kind of precise rhythm that a drummer would be proud of.
As I’m hollering in pain, I feel myself pushing my butt back in his direction, almost like I’m presenting my ass for him to do with as he pleases in ways that aren’t all to do with spanking.
Yeah, the feel of his palm on my butt is pretty intense, but it’s nothing compared to the ache I’m feeling in my cock and all over my body. I want him. And I don’t know how much longer I can handle it.
“D-D-D-Daddy…” I whimper, gasping as Kaleb is seemingly on the same wavelength as me, his tongue suddenly lapping up and down my ass hole. “That feels…mmmmph.”
“Not all punishments are pleasure free,” Kaleb growls, spanking me once more before driving his wide, long tongue back inside my ass. “Let’s just call this one afunishment.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I giggle and gasp as Kaleb’s tongue expertly works my ass and then goes to my balls and back again. “I won’t last long. OMG. I really won’t last long at all if you keep going like this.”
“Good,” Kaleb says, his voice muffled as he buries his face deep in my butt cheeks and works his tongue with the kind of expertise that only a real Daddy would have.
I can feel my thighs starting to tremble as Kaleb’s fingers work inside my butt too along with his tongue in a perfect rotation.
It’s happening.
I can’t stop it.