“A lot of people struggle with that. No need to be ashamed.”
We discussed my finances (or lack thereof), my impulsive spending habits, and my inability to hold down a steady job (only partially my fault). Hiero helped me map out a budget and a plan to save some of my earnings every week for when I might need them.
“You never know when there might be an emergency. Financial freedom is the goal for everyone, even a resourceful boy like you.”
We also discussed some rules to keep me safe. No walking around late at night and to alert him the moment I catch sight of Cedrych or his guards.
“And if you break one of my rules, you need to tell Daddy, so I can punish you for it.”
“How would you punish me?” I asked, my wings trembling and not necessarily with fear.
Hiero laid out some potential punishments, chores such as weeding in the garden or repairing the weathered cobblestone around the bar or sitting quietly if I needed time to reflect on my behavior. “I might spank your ass if you’re very willful,” he said, which sounded more like a treat than a consequence. His eyes narrowed as if hearing my thoughts and he said, “But maybe that’d be a reward for you.”
“Maybe it would,” I said with an innocent shrug. The possibility of a spanking by his hand made my cock twitch with interest.
“Have you ever been spanked before? By a lover?” he asked.
“Once.”
His nostrils flared, and I couldn’t tell if he was excited or jealous. “Tell me about it,” he said.
“I was at a nightclub that catered to that sort of thing. A man came up to me and told me I looked like I could use a good spanking, so I decided to give it a try.”
“And did you like it?” he asked, his voice dropping to a deep, sexy timbre.
“Yeah, it was… arousing. He made me cry.” The experience had been both erotic and cathartic, a total purge of emotions and a soothing caress afterward. “Could you make me cry?”
“Is that what you want? To cry for Daddy?”
My parents had never bothered to discipline me, another one of the ways they’d never shown they cared. Monica said it was probably why I had terrible boundaries with men. But it was something I craved, to be corrected, to even be hurt a little and then soothed afterward. I trusted Hiero to do it right.
“Yes, I think I would.”
“We’ll give it a try then. After I’ve used you extensively, when you’re so wrung out you feel you have nothing left to give. I’ll spank you till your ass is red and smarting, and we’ll see if I can make you cry.”
I shivered in anticipation, and then, because this seemed like such a one-sided arrangement, I asked, “What can I offer you?”
“Your loyalty and your trust. I want you to consult me on big decisions and let me guide you when you’re having troubles. You’ve been alone for most of your life, but having a Daddy means you don’t have to do everything by yourself anymore.”
“I’d like that,” I said. It was a risk to trust someone else with my problems–Monica had been the only person I could ever really rely on–but I wanted so badly to believe him.
“And, if you’re comfortable and willing, I want your body too,” he continued.
“That’s much easier for me to give.”
“Not like it was before. Not because you have to, but because you want to. I want you towantto please me, Skylar, to follow my rules and to make me proud.”
“I do want that,” I said sincerely.
“And I want to take care of you. For nothing more than the satisfaction it gives me to know that you are safe and thriving under my protection. That it’s my honor and pleasure to do it.”
“You make it sound so nice,” I said, my chest growing tight. “Not like a transaction.”
“It shouldn’t feel transactional. It’s a willing exchange of power, one that should benefit us both, but it requires communication and trust on both sides. And if at any point your needs or desires change, you have to let me know.”
“I will, I promise,” I swore to him.
“Now, I have a proposal for you. Would you like to stay here with me for a couple of days and see what it’s like to be my boy full-time? I don’t want to rush you into anything, and I’m happy to wait until you’re ready.”
