“You aren’t to move without my permission,” I say lowly.
“You can’t interfere with my job!” he argues, struggling against my grip. Though he's not really trying to break free—not that it would stop me if he did. I’d simply add to his punishment.
“You aremine, Antonio, and I think you forget that when I’m not around. You might be used to risking yourself, but I will not have it.”
“But Daddy?—”
“Quiet,” I order. “Hands on the wall, ass out.”
He’s quick to comply, knowing his mouth will get him what he deserves.
I walk over to the bed and change out my impact toy, weighing the paddle in my hand before turning back to face him. The sight of his pinked ass, out and ready for me, makes my cock ache, and I take a deep breath, centering myself for a moment, unwilling to walk right into the brat’s hands.
“I should leave you like that, desperate for my touch, and the thud of a paddle against your ass. I could call the Stars in. Play with them, and force you to hear but not see anything I do to them, let alone touch. What do you think about that, Bello? Would that be a good punishment for a brat that doesn’t know how to shut their mouth?” A direct question means he’s allowed to answer without getting into further trouble.
“Not wanting you to control my job has nothing to do with my mouth, Sir,” he says,almostrespectfully.
“Normally, I’d agree, but if you prove to be reckless…”
“It was a good choice!” he argues again, turning his head in my direction. “I’d make the choice again.”
“Good to know. Head down now, no more talking. If I hear another word out of you, you won’t like the consequences.”
His body heaves, but he drops his head, splaying his hands against the wall and pushing his ass out further, making me grin. I consider pausing to grab something for him to hold and safeword with, but decide we’re at a point where I can trust him to not need it. I’ve learned to read him and his cues. He knows how to get my attention without the failsafe now. Besides, he might get himself intomoretrouble should I do it, and I plan on punishing my brat bynotpushing him as far as he would like, though he’ll still enjoy the consequences of his actions.
Setting a hand on his lower back, I let him get used to the feel of me beside him before pulling away, adjusting my hold on the paddle, and then spanking his ass with it. The thinner wooden impact toy is one with holes, offering up a nice sting to stay on theme with the earlier crop.
I give him no warning, letting the thud of the toy resonate deep within him. A few close together smacks of the broad surface on his ass warms him up, further reddening the marks left behind by the crop, and turning the rest of him a lovely shade of pink.
When I adjust my positioning in order to hit him harder, I can almost feel his sharp intake of breath.
“Such a good Boy, taking what I give you,” I praise, when both cheeks are nice and rosy. “You needed this, didn’t you? A nice spanking to help center you. Too bad you’ve been such a brat tonight. I would have loved to bring out some other fun things. Maybe strap you down and edge you until you’re screaming for more…”
He moans and I smile, running a hand across his hot flesh, making him feel the deep bruises already.
“Yes, I think you would have liked that. Being played with by your Daddy, and maybe even the Stars. They take instruction so well, don’t they? So eager to please, my very good Boys.”
“Th—they’re perfect,” he says, so low I almost don’t hear it.
“Mmm, they are, aren’t they? And so are you…a perfect brat, just for me.”
“Daddy…”
“Hush, Bello, you're already getting extra spankings for speaking. It's in your best interest to stop. I’m going to take care of you, give you what you need.”
Removing my hand, I grip the paddle again and spank him as hard and as fast as I can, five times in a row. His intake of breath is loud between the smack of wood against his flesh.
His behind is nicely decorated, and the promise of bruises are a reminder of what mouthy brats who don’t listen get, which will keep him entertained—for a few days, at least, and then the cycle will begin again. I’m quite looking forward to it. Can’t say life will ever be boring with my Bel Fiore.
Setting the paddle on the floor, I grab handfuls of my brat’s ass, digging in until he releases an audible hiss. “You look so pretty like this. I mean, you’re beautiful all the time, my gorgeous blossoming flower, but there’s something about seeing you wearing my marks that makes me want to take you apart. I want to dirty you up, Bello. What do you think about that? You may answer.”
“Please, Daddy. Use me.”
I hum. “Good news for you, you didn’t reach five on the crop, so I will let you come…eventually.”
Removing my hands from his ass, I undo my pants, letting them drop, but not bothering to undress any further.
Spreading his ass cheeks apart, I brush a thumb over his hole. With dry fingers, I enter him, loving the tightness, and the way he hisses and squirms.
