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“Good boy. Remember, once punishments are done all is forgiven, and you’ll be my good little bear again.”

“Y-yes, Daddy.”

Pushing his pyjamas and underwear down, I took a minute to admire the plump, pale bottom under my hand. It would be glowing pink soon enough. Grabbing a handful of soft flesh, I gave it a gentle squeeze. The rhythmic sucking sounds of Rhys’s pop increased, and I could feel my sweet little boy getting hard against my lap. I wondered how long that would last once I started his punishment. This was a punishment spanking and I doubted Rhys would enjoy it.

“Deep breath, baby bear. This will be over soon.” I brought my hand down on the soft, tender flesh of Rhys’s bottom.

Chapter 14

RHYS

The slap landed on my arse cheek and I squealed. My pop fell from my mouth.

Ow, shit. Shit. That hurt.

“Watch your language, baby, or I’ll add another five.”

I wished I hadn’t spat my pop out now. I could have at least bitten on that. The second swat landed on the opposite cheek.

“Fu—fun times!” I caught myself before I let another curse slip.

“Nice save, baby bear.” Daddy’s warm chuckle made my insides feel warm, his praise doing wonderful things to my brain.

The third smack was harder, my skin feeling tingly and warm, but even though it hurt, my head was calmer. The temper tantrum that had been building began to ebb away. I couldn’t explain why I’d been so cross when Daddy had said I had to pack up my toys. It hadn’t been a rational thought—all I knew was I didn’t want to stop play time.

Daddy kept spanking me. There was no rhythm to it, and it hurt so much, but I also felt my head clearing further, the anger vanishing. In its place I felt the warmth of Daddy’s care and love. That last thought caught me by surprise, just as Daddy’s hand came down particularly hard. I sucked in a loud breath and released it, tears starting to fall.

“That’s it, baby bear. Let it out. You’re doing so well for me.” Daddy’s voice was like a warm blanket, soothing me even while his hand made my bottom red.

I cried harder at Daddy’s praise. Being called a good boy filled me with warmth. I’d made Daddy proud.

Ow, that smack hurt.

I cried more, in great hiccupping messy sobs, my erection well and truly gone. I just wanted it to be over, and to cuddle my Daddy.

Daddy said when the punishment was over, all was forgiven. That kept running through my head. My thoughts had gotten slower, my mind sluggish and my body warm.

“Such a good baby boy for me. You’re making me so proud. Only a few more swats, baby bear.” Daddy kept saying nice things, and the words were the only thing I could grasp onto.

I felt floaty, like if Daddy’s warm hand wasn’t holding me down I’d float away. How strange was that?

“Two more, baby bear, then it’s done. Colour?”

“Green, Daddy,” I mumbled, hanging limp over his legs. The last two smacks were the hardest yet, and I was a crying mess when Daddy pulled me up into his arms and cuddled me.

“Such a brave, sweet boy for me, Ree.”

Ree. I liked that, nearly as much as baby bear. I snuggled deeper into Daddy’s hold, letting my tears fall.

Daddy’s broad palm stroked my back, comforting me as I caught my breath. “Now, my sweet boy, are you going to tell me why that happened?” Daddy’s voice was soft, but still commanding.

I shrugged slightly. “I don’t know. I was happy playing, and then you said I had to pack up, and I got upset. It was stupid. I shouldn’t have done that,” I huffed, wiping my eyes. I hissed a little as my bare bottom rubbed against Daddy’s track pants.

Daddy tilted my face so I was looking at him. He wiped away the stray tears on my cheeks with his thumbs. “Nothing you feel is stupid, Ree. When you’re in your little space, your emotions are closer to the surface. You feel things more keenly and have less control over how you react to them.”

I huffed softly. It made sense, but I still felt like a right ninny for throwing blocks at Daddy’s head—although the look on his face when that first block hit? I chuckled softly at the memory. I looked up under my lashes. “I’m sorry I threw the blocks, Daddy, but your face when I did it.”

Daddy huffed out a soft laugh and pulled me in closer. “You’re a menace, baby bear.” He slipped a hand down to softly squeeze my bottom, causing me to hiss. “But you won’t forget now what happens when you’re naughty, will you?”

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