Page 207 of Daddy's Pride

He allowed himself to let go, and his body shook with ecstasy as he unloaded inside his boy. Josiah followed suit, spurting over his stomach and chest without touching himself. With a dazed, blissful look in his eyes, he slid off Brody and cuddled close. Oh, he thought Brody would forget about his order, did he? He was in for a rude awakening.

Brody gave himself a minute or two to come down from his high, then untangled himself from Josiah and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He reached backward, grabbed Josiah’s wrist, and yanked the boy forward, pressing his neck down as he placed him over his knee.

Josiah squealed and fought, but Brody’s grip was unrelenting. “What did I tell you about coming, boy?”

“Oh.” Josiah swallowed. “That I wasn’t allowed to come without permission. Sir.”

Funny how Josiah had reverted to calling Brody Sir and not Daddy. He didn’t mind. He was both. “You disobeyed me.”

“It felt too good, Sir. I couldn’t…”

Brody waited. Would his boy finish that lie?

After a few seconds, Josiah sighed. “I chose to disobey,” he whispered.

“Thank you for telling the truth.”

“You knew?” Josiah sounded indignant.

Brody snorted. “Do I look like an idiot? You were deliberately angling your body for maximum pleasure.”

“Can you blame me? It feels so good with your big cock inside me, Daddy.”

He was smart, trying to sway Brody with a little flattery. Not that it would work, but Brody appreciated the effort. “I’m sure it does, baby boy, but it’s still disobedience, and ignoring my commands has consequences.”

“What kind of?—”

Brody’s hand came down hard on Josiah’s right ass cheek.

“Ouch! Daddy, that?—”

Another slap. “If I were you, I’d stop complaining, or I’ll add a punishment for trying to manipulate me.”

Two more slaps, and Brody wasn’t holding back. Josiah needed to learn this lesson the hard way, it seemed.

“It hurts,” Josiah whimpered. “That doesn’t feel good at all.”

The sheer surprise in his voice had Brody fight to hold back a grin. “Did Denali tell you he loved being spanked?”

“Yeah…” It came out on a quiver.

“He wasn’t talking about a disciplinary spanking, boy.” Brody kept hitting Josiah’s plump bottom, the skin turning red hot under his ministrations. “He was talking about a pleasurable one, and you haven’t gotten that privilege yet. And you certainly won’t be getting it after deliberately disobeying me.”

A sob tore from Josiah’s lips. “I’m sorry, Daddy. Sir.”

“Good. You should be.”

After another two firm slaps, Josiah started to cry. Brody clenched his teeth. He hated this, hated to see his boy in pain, but he had to see it through. Josiah had to understand who was in charge… and that was not him.

At the same time, Brody was also hard again. Something about watching that ass turn red was so arousing. Maybe he did have a little sadistic streak after all.

By the time he was done and Josiah’s ass was red and radiating heat, Josiah was blubbering, his snot and tears dripping down Brody’s leg. Brody lifted his boy and placed him facedown on the edge of the bed. “Part two of your punishment. You’d better not come again.”

He bent over him, positioned himself, and slid right back in. Oh fuck, that felt so amazing. Josiah’s skin was blistering hot, and in response, he tightened his ass, which increased the pressure on Brody’s dick. Perfection.

With one hand on his boy’s neck, he pinned Josiah down, making sure he could breathe. The other was on Josiah’s hip, immobilizing him. He fucked him hard and fast, his cock like iron. He wouldn’t need long like this because he wasn’t holding back in any way. This position allowed him to go deep, and he used it to his advantage, not pulling out that far before slamming back in.

Pleasure radiated throughout his body. His recovery time was usually a little longer, so he’d enjoy this unexpected second orgasm for what it was: a bonus. A present from his baby boy, who, despite himself, was getting hard again. Every now and then, he’d rub himself against the sheets, only to freeze and stop when he realized what he was doing. At least the punishment had made an impression.