“Save it,” Travis says, his hands reaching around and unbuttoning my jeans before yanking them down to my ankles. “I’ll expect a proper apology later. But right now, it’s all about instilling some corrective discipline in you.”
I gasp as Travis runs the wooden spoon up my brief-covered ass, teasing and tormenting me. I feel my cheeks burn and my cock tingle as the wooden spoon’s rim works inside my briefs and pulls it down over my cheeks in one slow but sure movement.
“Keep still,” Travis warns as I hear him swish the wooden spoon through the air. “This will hurt enough on your fleshy bottom. You don’t want to take any unnecessary shots to the back of your legs.”
“Y-y-yes, D…” I reply, cutting myself off short and doing everything I can to stop my knees from knocking together as my entire body reacts in a million different ways to what is happening right now.
“Good,” Travis says, resting his hand firmly on the lower of my back as my t-shirt hikes upward. “Now prepare to take six firm swats on each cheek. And in the spaces between each swat, Iwant you to consider how you’re going to shower proper respect from this point onward. Got it?”
“Got it,” I reply, my cock throbbing in anticipation as my cheeks await their first taste of Travis’s wooden spoon.
“One!” Travis says, his voice even and calm as he lands a perfectly placed shot onto my right cheek and follows it up with an equally hot shot onto my left buttock. “One!”
“Owwwww,” I whimper, my ass tensing and releasing as the shots land, my head spinning and a feeling of total submission coming over me that makes me equal parts aroused and terrified. “That hurts.”
“No talking, I want you to think about what you’ve done and how you’re going to do better from now on,” Travis says. “We need to be on the same page. And this punishment will do just that if you work with me. Now,silence.”
Aside from some whimpers and gasps as Travis brings the full force of his wooden spoon onto my rapidly heating up ass cheeks, I do as I’m told. By the time he reaches the sixth and final swat on each cheek, I’m feeling the heat—but I’m also feeling calmer and a lot less stressed than I was before.
Suddenly, I’m not questioning Travis’s motivations.
And as he holds me in position and begins to apply some much needed cooling gel to my blotchy cheeks, I let out a sigh of relief—and it doesn’t go unnoticed either.
“That’s a good boy,” Travis says, a knowing tone in his voice. “You took those swats like a champ. You’re tough, and that’s a strength. But I want you to feel like you can let go with me, givein to your fears. I want you to see the truth that might be staring you in the face.”
“That I’m a Little who needs a Daddy?” I ask, momentarily losing all my self-consciousness.
“Well, that’s obvious already,” Travis chuckles, working his gel-covered thumb down my ass crack. “I’m talking about your work life. But we won’t get into that now. I think what we need to do is get your butt finished off and then how about we watch a movie or a couple of episodes of a show you like. The work can come later. After all, no one knows you’re here. For now, we’ve got time on our side.”
I let out a long sigh, one of relief.
For the first time in a long time, I feel the weight of the world lift off my shoulders, and it’s all down to Travis and his big wooden spoon.
I know this doesn’t change anything in the long run, but right now I’m going to let myself live in the moment—and if that involves some episodes of Lilo & Stitch, then that’s even better!
Chapter 10
Travis
I lean against the balcony railing, the city’s nighttime pulse humming below—car horns, distant sirens, the faint glow of neon signs.
There’s something about this position, high above, anonymous, able to keep a watching brief. I love it. I feel powerful, yet distant. Nothing can touch me. Well I guess a sniper in the building opposite could take my head clean off, but…fuck it.
I chuckle quietly to myself, pleased as ever that even in the calmest moments I can conjure some dark humor to keep me locked in to the real world.
The cool air bites at my skin, grounding me, but my mind’s elsewhere soon enough.
Inside, Miles is curled up on my couch, fast asleep by the end of the first episode ofLilo & Stitch. His head’s tilted back, mouth slightly open, Bean tucked under his arm. The sight of him—so small, so vulnerable—stirs something deep in my chest, and I hate how it pulls at me. He’s a target, still potentially a threat to the Guard, but after that spanking, he’s something else too.
My body hums as I think back to the kitchen, the way he bent over the table, his jeans pooled at his ankles, briefs tugged down just enough to bare that peachy, round ass.
He deserved what he got, no question—slamming my laptop like that, pushing me with his defiance. The wooden spoon cracked against his skin, each swat making his cheeks wobble and redden, his gasps and whimpers filling the air.
Damn, it was hot.
I chuckle to myself, the memory sparking a heat I can’t ignore. He took it like a champ, his body trembling but his spirit unbroken.
That mix of fire and submission—it’s got me twisted up, my cock stirring at the thought. I shift, adjusting my jeans, trying to shove the image down.
