“Yeah, buddy. You’ll get all of that and then some,” I promised him. My dick ached for release, but I knew it’d be even better for both of us if I denied myself for now. I sat up, leaning against the wall with my legs stretched out in front of me. “But first, I think I’m going to give you that spanking you wanted. Your bottom’s going to hurt tonight when you sit down.”
“But that’s so I ‘member that I’m perfect like I am,” he said as he got up on his knees.
“That’s right. Now, you need to pull down your pants and your undies and get over here.” Chase shivered as I pointed to my lap. The way he moved, I could tell he was still in that floaty headspace where he wasn’t all Chase or Ash. That was fine by me. Either way, he was going to my mom’s with my handprints marking his ass. He stared at me, frozen in place. “Now, Ash.”
I used his little name to help him shed his inhibitions. When he still didn’t move, I leaned forward and flicked open the button on his jeans. He straightened his back, leaning forward slightly as I lowered his zipper.
“Is this what you want? You need me to strip you? Want me to wait until you’re over my lap before I pull down your undies?” I slid the pants down to his knees. He flopped onto his back, lifting his legs in the air so I could finish pulling them off. “Yeah, you need your Jay’s help, don’t you?”
His dick tented the front of his briefs and there was a growing wet spot on the front. I pressed my palm against the dampness. “Look at you. My pretty boy is getting sticky.”
“Please, Jay, it hurts again. Fix it?” he pleaded. If we didn’t have anywhere to go, and I didn’t have plans how the night would go, I might have caved when he looked up at me with those big brown eyes. He bucked up when I moved my hand away. “No, helpies. It hurts real bad.”
“Maybe you should have thought about that before you said bad words about yourself,” I pointed out, even though that wouldn’t have made any difference. I wanted him desperate by the time we had the house to ourselves tonight. “Now Jay has to spank your bottom, so you remember to only have good thoughts.”
“I really am sorry,” he repeated as I tugged on his hands, positioning him over my lap. He moaned and started grinding against my thigh.
I popped him on the hip as I got my wits about me. This wasn’t just the first time I spanked him, it was the first time I’d spanked anyone, and I wanted it to be good for both of us. “You know the rules, Ash. You’re not allowed to play with your winky until I say you can.”
“I wasn’t,” Ash lied, drawing the words out. “I swear, I was just trying to get comfortable. It hurts really bad, Jay.”
“Uh-huh.” I started kneading his backside over his undies. “If you keep lying to me, you might not get your spanking. And because we’re already going to be running late, you’d have to do corner time when we get to my mom’s. You don’t want that, do you?”
“I can’t!” He started to squirm away from me. I held his legs tighter so he couldn’t escape. “You’re so mean, Jay. I just want the owies to stop.”
“Then be a good boy for me,” I suggested. I chuckled as I thought about the threat I’d just made, imagining the look on my mom’s face if I put my boyfriend in the corner as soon as introductions were finished. Chase was so content when he was little, I sort of hoped that he’d eventually feel comfortable enough there to regress when others were around. It might not ever be completely, but I didn’t want him worrying about what others might think if he needed some little time. And knowing my mom, she’d probably welcome Ash with open arms, too. She’d have questions, of course, but she’d be powerless to resist loving him as much as I—
Nope. Not going there.
I pulled down the waistband of Ash’s undies, so they cupped the underside of his butt cheeks. His muscles clenched a few times in anticipation. I continued massaging him to warm up his skin a little bit. “Do you remember why you’re getting a spanking, Ash?”
“Because I was mean to me,” he responded, wiggling around some more. This time, I got the impression it was more anxious anticipation than arousal.
“That’s right.” It was awkward as fuck to fold myself in half so I could press my lips to his skin. Ash moaned when I squeezed his ass. I couldn’t help myself; I pulled his cheeks apart and got my first glimpse of the hole that I’d finally be able to fill tonight. My dick throbbed in my jeans. He was going to be so fucking tight, and I’d be the first person to know the sounds he made as he came. Dinner couldn’t get over with fast enough at that point. “Because you’re a good boy, but sometimes you need reminders. I’m going to start now. Do you need your binkie so you can stay quiet?”
“Yes, please.” I leaned over to grab it, then held it in front of his face. He had to stretch to wrap his lips around it, but then he pulled it out. “Thank you for taking care of me, Jay.”
I had to swallow back the words and emotions threatening to come out. I felt like I should be the one thanking him for trusting me enough to let me do this for him. He could have balked when I first approached him. He could have told me he didn’t want to get involved with anyone he had to see every day, but instead he opened up to me. That was a gift I’d never forget.
Ash’s jaw tensed and I knew he was biting down on the nipple of his binkie as the first blow landed against the fleshy part of his ass. A pink handprint bloomed on his pale skin. I stared at it while I sorted out how I felt. When he looked back at me with such longing in his eyes, I felt bolstered to continue. With every crack of flesh on flesh, I told him what a good boy he was, how sweet and funny and cute he was. Tears streamed down his cheeks, but the corners of his mouth were turned up in a lazy smile.
When I paused, Ash whimpered, lifting his butt in the air. “Does my pretty boy want more? Are you being greedy?”
“Please, Daddy,” Ash begged as his binkie fell to the mattress. His eyes widened and his breathing grew ragged as he realized what he’d just said. He squirmed and I locked my arms around him. He was near meltdown by the time he was straddling my lap. I tightened my grip around his back. “I’m sorry, Jay. I didn’t mean… I know… I’m sorry.”
“Shh, it’s okay, sweetheart,” I soothed him. It felt right to brush a hand over his hair, coaxing his head to my shoulder. “You didn’t do anything wrong. You have nothing to apologize for.”
“But you—”
I knew where he was coming from. I’d been so adamant that I wasn’t, and never would be, a Daddy, that he’d been very careful to not say the word I knew he wanted to call me. And that made me a dick. It was a failing because I wasn’t giving him what he needed. But having the word out there between us, I found I didn’t mind it at all. I fucking loved it. Iwashis Daddy, and the name he called me didn’t change that. “We’re both trying to figure things out, buddy. I’ve never done this before, and until you, it wasn’t something I knew I wanted. But I do, sweetheart. Ilovedhearing you call me Daddy. It makes me feel special.”
Ash tightened his arms around my neck as he kissed my shoulder. “You’re the specialest. I didn’t know it would be like this. I don’t want to do this with anyone else. Can I call you Daddy more, or do you still want to be my Jay?”
“Whatever you’re comfortable with,” I told him. I didn’t want to push him one way or the other now that I’d opened the door for him to call me Daddy. It was his choice, and as long as he let me hold him and love him, everything would stay perfect. The next step was to see how it sounded to hear myself say it. A lump formed in my throat. Saying it felt like a huge step. Once I admitted I was his Daddy, I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to walk away from him, and that was a scary damned thought when both of our lives were just starting. But I owed this to him.
“You were such a good boy about your spanking,” I praised him. “Did you like it?”
Ash nodded; his face still buried in the crook of my neck. “It’s a good hurt. My bottom’s gonna be sore today.”
