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“I know, sweet boy.” Archer ran a hand back through his hair. “I appreciate that big heart of yours, but you should’ve called me when you saw him. Or hell, even Hitch. I know Elton has him on speed dial. What am I going to do with you?”
For some reason, I didn't think this was a rhetorical question. “Are you…” I trailed off, not wanting to put ideas in his head.
“Going to discipline you? Give you a reason to think about your actions going forward? Oh, you can bet your sweet ass I am.” As he said it, his gaze traveled down my body, and a wicked grin spread across his face. “In fact, I think your ass is the exact place to start.”
“Daddy?” I asked hesitantly, unsure where his mind was at.
“I think a spanking is in order, don't you, boy?”
Boy? Not sweet boy? His voice had taken on a dark edge I’d never heard out of him before. It went more in line with the brooding man I used to watch but didn’t know then the man who normally called me sweet boy. I wasn’t scared, but it was definitely a different side of him. I trembled. It intrigued me, it seemed. I gulped. “So what did you have in mind?” I asked, twisting my fingers together.
“Well, since my room—” He stopped. “Since our room is filled with your stuff, I think we’ll have to handle this out here in the living room.”
“Meaning?”
“Take off your pants, boy,” he growled.
My legs began to shake with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. “Right here?”
“Right here. Pants and underwear off.”
Holding his gaze, I kicked off my shoes, hooked my thumbs into my pants and underwear together at my hips, and pulled them down to my feet. Stepping out of them, I kicked them to the side over the top of my shoes.
As I stood back up in front of Archer, he smirked. Following his gaze, I looked down and realized I was half-hard. What the hell was that about? Archer chuckled. “Apparently, someone likes the idea of having their ass warmed for bad behavior.”
I wasn't sure that was the case, but the evidence seemed to point in that direction. “Bend over and hold the arm of the couch.”
I made my way to the front of the couch and stretched out my arms to clutch the fabric. Archer circled behind me. “On second thought, lay your upper body across the arm and put that ass up in the air for me,” he said.
There was something about still having my shirt on, being naked from the waist down, and feeling the heat of his eyes boring into my ass that made my dick go even harder. Archer’s large hand skimmed lightly across my butt, and I squeezed my eyes shut, tensing with anticipation. “You ready for this, boy?”
“Yes,” I said breathlessly. I’d had men tap my ass here and there during sex, but I’d never had a spanking. I’d thought about it,but I’d never been with anyone long enough to feel comfortable asking them to give me one. I’d never trusted anyone enough. I didn’t think the first time I got one was going to be from being in trouble with my sexy Daddy, but… well, I was here for it.
Archer delivered a flurry of little taps across my butt, and I smiled. Oh, that wasn’t so bad. A giggle slipped past my lips.Smack. He stripped my false sense of security away with a sting on the underside of my right ass cheek. I gasped.
“Not so funny now, is it, boy?” he asked.
Before I could answer, anothersmackhit the same spot under my left cheek. “Ah.”
“Are you going to take better care of yourself, boy?” he asked as he rubbed over the spot.
“Yes, Daddy.”
His palm hit the center of my ass—smack—right across my crack. “You promise?”
“Yes, I—”
Anotherclapto my cheeks rang out as my breath caught.
“Are you going to put yourself in unsafe positions?” he asked while delivering anotherslapin a different spot.
I started to say yes before his question came together in my head. “No, Daddy. I prom—”
Smack.
“How you doing, boy? You good?” he asked, trailing his fingertips over my skin. It felt like he was playing connect the dots with the heat emanating from the different spots he’d spanked. “Check in with yourself.”
It was hard to concentrate with all the different sensations. The heat, his touch, and my own panting breaths. But I did know one thing. “I’m dripping precum on your couch, Daddy.”