Ahead, a flash of pale skin through the trees—his hair catching sunlight. He’s moving quickly, but not quietly. Twigs snap under his feet, breath coming in short bursts.
I circle left, flanking.
He stops behind a thick oak, crouching, clutching that stuffie to his chest like a shield. His head turns, scanning, searching for pursuit.
He doesn’t see me.
I step out deliberately, boot crunching on dry leaves.
Eddie whips around, eyes wide. A small, startled sound escapes him.
“The running ends now,” I say, voice low and final.
He scrambles backward, feet slipping on moss. “Stay back!”
I close the distance in three strides, hand closing around his upper arm, firm enough that escape is no longer an option. Eddie twists, small fists striking my chest, but it’s like hitting stone.
“Let go!” he cries, voice cracking. “Asshole! Let go now!”
“No.” I pull him against me, pinning his arms. “You were warned. You chose this.”
His breath hitches, eyes shining with fear and defiance. “What are you going to do?”
I don’t answer. Not yet.
I hoist him over my shoulder in one motion, ignoring his kicking legs and muffled protests. He pounds my back, but the blows are weak, frantic.
“You’re evil,” Eddie spits, anger in his voice. “Wicked and evil! Just get it over with!”
“As you wish,” I answer, pulling his jeans and briefs down to his ankles as he remains flopped over my shoulder. “If you’re lucky, this will be over by the time we get back to the house. Now, count each one. Out loud. And thank me for each one or the counter goes right back to zero.”
“No! Never!” Eddie shouts, fury in his voice. “You can just spank me forever then. I amnotsaying thank you!”
“We’ll see…” I say, shocked at his sass but in part also in admiration at his spirit.
And with that, I begin the walk back to the house, every other step being accompanied by the full force of my wide, heavy palm as it comes crashing down on his snow-white butt cheeks.
“Owwwwww!” Eddie squeals, his ass quickly turning red.
“Hey, you can always add a thank you and a number to the spank,” I say. “It’ll be over a lot sooner then.”
Eddie shakes his head and even hits my back with his balled up fists as I proceed to walk and spank.
As we exit the woods and walk across the lawn, I decide to take a detour. It might only add an extra thirty seconds to the timeit takes to get back to the house but that’s a lot of time this deep into the punishment.
But Eddie doesn’t give in.
Eddie’s ass might be hotter than the sun now, but he’s got resilience by the bucketload. In fact, it kind of reminds me of how Tommy used to make me work hard during discipline time.
Damn.
There he is again.
“Enough,” I say, finally rounding the corner and bringing the spanking to an end. I put Eddie down and my feelings are somewhat all over the place as I can’t help but remember my former love. “Come on, let’s get that butt looked after.”
“Can you carry me?” Eddie asks, hopping from foot to foot, his jeans and briefs still around his ankles.
“No, but I’ll hold your hand as we walk together,” I say. “And you can keep those briefs and jeans around your ankles too. You were very naughty, baby boy. You deserved your punishment and I want you to use this time to think about it. But you can do that knowing that your Daddy is here, holding your hand, and helping you learn.”
