Page 41 of Say Uncle

The boat was finally cleared. Sam looked around, and mindful of the other boats parked in the bay, he ordered, “Downstairs, in the living room, now.”

The living room was mostly used by guests during our voyage. The huge comfortable sofa sat adjacent to the wet bar, with tinted windows all around. We could see out, but no one could see in. I was joined by Nicky, who looked equally guilty and glum.

“Drop your drawers, both of you.” Sam’s tone brooked no argument, and Nicky and I stripped quickly. “What you did was incredibly reckless, Nicholas.” Damn, I’d never heard Cass use his full name before. We were in serious trouble. “You could have hurt yourself. Christ, you could’ve killed yourself. Not to mention our guests were still aboard and could have witnessed the entire debacle. Lucky for you, they were below deck packing their bags.” Cass paused to take a deep breath and Sam picked up the slack.

“Obviously, you weren’t thinking, but what were you thinking?”

I had to hand it to Nicky; he wore his best puppy dog eyes and innocent face. Must not be his first time in trouble.

“I don’t know?”

“Maybeyouknow,” Sam asked me. “Where did he get the alcohol from?”

“We were making cocktails for the guests.”

“So, how did their rum wind up in your mouths?”

I looked at Nicky, wondering if he would throw me under the bus to save his own ass, but Sam shut us down.

“No, don’t look at him. Eyes on me.” Fuck, he was tough. Sexy and tough. He was going to beat my fucking ass raw, and I was almost excited about it. Scared shitless, but excited.

“So that’s how it is, then? Are you going to cover for each other?” Cass chuckled, which I wasn’t expecting in the heat of their anger. “I’m almost proud of the both of you. Fucking pissed, but almost proud. We’ll start with you, Nicky. I want you on all fours, but you can face the wall. I don’t want to see your tears right now. I only want to see the color of your ass turn red.”

Fuck, I almost felt sorry for him.

“You,” Cass told me, “stand beside him and watch. Every time he cries out, I hope your gut twists with shame.”

Shit, it sure would. Also, my dick was really really hard, but yeah, I was ashamed.

Sam handed Cass a bottle of lube, and Cass spread it over Nicky’s bare cheeks, working it into his pale skin.

“No, not the lube,” Nicky whined.

What the hell kind of kinky shit was this?

“Every cry of complaint will only get you another spanking.” Cass met my eyes. “In case you’re wondering, it stings worse when it’s wet.”Fuck me. I wasn’t going to be able to sit for a week after this.Cass leaned over Nicky’s back, grasping his chin. “I want you to remember this is going to hurt Daddy more than it’s going to hurt you.”

“I doubt that,” Nicky whined.

Fuck, don’t laugh right now or he’ll make you bleed when it’s your turn.

“I would much rather reward you than punish you, little one, but you earned every bit of this spanking. I want you to count out loud for me.”

“How many spanks do I get?” he asked.

“I’ll let you know,” Cass smirked.

I wasn’t sure it was actually going to hurt him worse. The only one who looked miserable was Nicky.And myself. His palm met with Nicky’s skin with a resounding clap, and Nicky grunted, bearing the pain through gritted teeth.

“One,” he said. Cass’s hand struck him again, leaving a red handprint on Nicky’s white ass. “Two,” he counted. The third slap landed on the other cheek. “Three,” he grunted, sounding almost angry. Cass paused to rub the lube into his skin, softening it, so the slaps had more impact.

“Your ass looks so pretty whenit’s red.”

His hand dropped down again, and Nicky cried out. “Four!”

By the time Cass got to ten, Nicky was in tears, and I would have felt awful for him if not for his hard dick bobbing between his legs. I’m sure it hurt like hell, but he was definitely enjoying the pain.

“Daddy, please, no more,” Nicky begged.

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