“You got it!” Silas replied, a knowing smile on his face as Tane and Jacob began to talk about another shared passion in the shape of video games.
For Tane, this was turning into one of the best hangouts he’d enjoyed in a long, long time. And as far as Tane was concerned, he wasn’t about to let it end any time soon…
* * *
Tane opened the door to his house and allowed Jacob to step into the large hallway ahead of him.
“So, do you remember the place from last time you were here?” Tane said, playfully ruffling Jacob’s hair.
“Very funny,” Jacob replied, trying not to smile.
“Okay, I think we should go into the office and I’ll show you some ideas I’ve been working on,” Tane said, pointing toward the oak door to their left. “Tactically, I think Coach Tremaine is one of the best in the business, but I think we need to talk to one another about how we’re going to link up on the ice.”
“Sure,” Jacob said, smiling as they walked into Tane’s office.
With its wood paneled walls and shelves littered with personal accolades from across the full span of his career, Tane’s office was a constant reminder of how far Tane had come.
“See, I was a rookie like you once,” Tane said, picking up hisYoung Player of The Yearaward from his very first season in the league.
“But you know I’m going to beat your first season stats, right?” Jacob said, provocatively doing a little victory dance. “I’ll beat them easy too!”
Tane growled, not enamored with Jacob’s sudden upturn in cockiness.
The sugar and caffein combo has gone to his head.
And it was all going so well too.
If he keeps this up, the boy will be bent over my desk before he knows it.
“Come back to me when you’ve got twenty years in the bank,” Tane said, shaking his head. “Then we can talk about stats.”
“Whatever!” Jacob continued, clearly not picking up on Tane’s irritation. “I’ll breakallof the records. You saw how well I trained this morning. Now I’ve got that going for me, I’ll be unstoppable.”
Tane was beginning to feel frustrated with Jacob.
It was as if his earlier praise and then the fun hangout had gone to Jacob’s head. Tane was beginning to feel like Jacob might just need another spanking to keep him in line.
“Boy, I think you need to calm down,” Tane said, noting how Jacob seemed to be on a mission to push the boundaries of respect between them.
“Orwhat?” Jacob said, grinning mischievously before blowing a long, hard raspberry in Tane’s direction.
“Orthis!” Tane retorted, taking Jacob by the hand and spinning him around and bending him over the top of his large mahogany desk. “These jeans and whatever’s underneath are coming off and you’ll be regretting your sass very shortly I imagine.”
Tane yanked Jacob’s jeans and tight white briefs down to his ankles and immediately reached for the wooden spoon that he kept in his desk drawer.
“You’ve taken my hand, now let’s see how your ass likes the feel of my time-tested wooden spoon,” Tane roared. “It’ll be ten on each cheek. And you’ll keep that ass perfectly still or We’ll start from zero.”
“Easy!” Jacob said, stomping his feet on the floor.
“We’ll see about that soon enough,” Tane replied, wafting the spoon through the air as a practice spank.
Tane waited a moment and took aim. Tane had one of the highest shot conversion percentages in the league, and he wasn’t about to let his aim desert him when it came to punishing Jacob’s bottom either.
“YOWWWWWWWWW!” Jacob squealed, clearly taken aback by the sensation of the spoon landing on his cheeks with such force. “That wasn’t what I was expecting.”
Tane shook his head. It was clear that Jacob had never actually taken discipline from a spoon before. This was going to be a steep learning curve for the boy, but it was well deserved, and Tane wasn’t in the mood to hold back either.
The next four swats with the spoon landed just as sweetly and Tane could see that Jacob was now gripping onto the sides of the desk for dear life.
