Page 13 of Tessa

Lifting his head off the mattress, Dax shook it vehemently back and forth. His response filled Beau with relief.

Pulling Dax’s ass cheeks apart, he stuck his finger inside the tight hole. “God, I can’t wait to stick my cock in you.” He pumped it a few times, finger-fucking Dax’s bottom. “But first things first.”

With his fingers still inserted, he used his free hand to pepper Dax’s bottom with stinging smacks, watching the skin pinken up.

“Mmmm,” Dax moaned.

Dax was enjoying this. Given what needed to happen, Beau didn’t think that was a good thing.

“You need Daddy to help you talk? You need encouragement to put your feelings into words? Help voicing your problems?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“All right then, buckle up. Daddy’s gonna take you for a ride.”

He wiggled his finger inside Dax’s bottom, thrusting it a few more times for good measure, and then pulled it out, taking a step back. He needed supplies.

Walking around the room to the closet, he rummaged in the basket that held his implements, and the one that held the toys, coming back with a wooden paddle Dax hated, a Delrin cane, some pre-spanking lotion that would add a nice sting to the spanking he planned to give, and a bottle of lube for later.

Dax turned his head and Beau held the items up to show him. His reaction was just what Beau had expected, and what he wanted.

Dax groaned and shuddered, turning his face away and burying it in his arms.

“This should make you talk,” Beau grunted.

Dax said nothing. That was okay. Beau wasn’t expecting or wanting a response. He just needed to get going. Moving them from the conference room to the bedroom had disrupted the flow of the scene even though it had been the right thing to do. Now it was up to Beau to get it back on track.

“Naughty boy needs help finding his words.” Squirting a dime-sized dollop of lotion into his hands, he massaged it into Dax’s butt muscles, leaving a sheen of the liquid across the surface that he knew would amplify the sting, and picked up the paddle.

“Daddy’s going to help you,” he murmured as he took his stance behind Dax and poised the paddle behind his target.

Dax’s shoulders went rigid, but he didn’t clench his bottom.

Pulling back his arm, Beau wound up his swing and made contact across the center of his target with a loud and powerful smack.

Dax reared up with a grunt of pain.

Beau pushed him back into position with a hand at the center of his back. “Stay down, boy, and take it. The only way to get it to stop is to start talking.”

Dax looked at Beau over his shoulder and clamped his lips shut. Beau understood. He wasn’t ready to talk. He needed to be forced, he needed the pain to push him out of his head and loosen his lips. Beau was happy to oblige.

The paddle came down again with a ferocious smack, turning the skin beneath it instantly pink. Beau didn’t say anything this time, or even give Dax a moment to breathe before he brought it down again, watching the skin flatten under its force and quickly bounce back up, redder than before.

They went on like that for a good while, neither of them speaking, Beau choosing to let the paddle do its coercing as he carefully watched Dax’s body language for signs that it was time to press the issue.

Dax held out for a long time, taking the brutal paddling until his bottom was red and marked, with heat radiating off it in waves, and Beau was the one about to give in.

Moving his aim to Dax’s tender sit spots, he leaned over his prone body to whisper in his ear.

“You ready to talk yet, boy?”

“Almost.” Dax’s reply was a thin whisper as a bead of sweat popped out on his forehead.

Beau had never seen him take this much or so gracefully. It spoke volumes to how much Dax was affected by whatever was upsetting him.

The swats delivered to his sit spots were with less force, but more speed, the paddle barely leaving Dax’s tender crease before touching it again.

Dax started to squirm and whimper, dancing in place as he wiggled to avoid the blows, but Beau held him in place.