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gray sweatpants. It felt almost cruel to not take care of that for him. Almost. But I had already told him

he wouldn’t be allowed to come. He would never respect me or the rules if I caved this quickly.

“Are you ready, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Daddy,” he grumbled.

“Stand up and face me,” I instructed him. He did. I leaned in, inhaling deeply. Soon, I would

satisfy my craving for him. I could practically taste him already. “Drop your pants.”

Corey beamed at me as he quickly shoved the cotton over his hips. They pooled at his feet. He

stepped out, moving even closer to me. I dug the tips of my fingers into his hips, stilling him as he

swayed gently, his erection waving in front of me like a red flag in front of a bull.

“Keep that up and you’ll be grounded even longer,” I warned him.

“Grounded?”

“Coming,” I clarified. “How long do you think you can go without being allowed to get off?”

Corey’s eyes rolled back in his head. He pursed his lips tightly. The boy learned quick.

I took his hands in mine, drawing him impossibly closer to me. “Over my lap, baby.”

“Over your—” He glanced down then back up at me. “Right here?” His eyes darted to the

window.

“Yes, sweetheart.” Maybe I was completely off base, but he seemed to grow even harder at the

idea. As he settled, I spread my legs, trapping his length between my thighs. “Remember, no coming.”

“I’ll try, Daddy,” he promised so sweetly.

“Not try, do,” I emphasized. “We’ll start easy. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I know, Daddy.” His head hung low between his arms.

As promised, I warmed him up with a series of gentle slaps until his skin was a beautiful light

pink. “It’s time for your punishment, baby. Are you ready?”

“Yes, Daddy,” he slurred. His entire body convulsed at the first blow. He bit back a curse.

“Such an obedient boy,” I praised him. “You make Daddy very proud.”

“Thank you.” I delivered three more blows in quick succession, two to his left cheek and one to

his right. “Five more, baby. Do you think you can count them for me?”

“Yes, Daddy,” he cried. I landed the first strike at the juncture of his ass and his thigh. “One.” The

next to the meaty part of his other cheek. “Two, Daddy.”

Maybe it made me weak, but I couldn’t resist the urge to bend down and kiss between Corey’s