Page 42 of Say Uncle

Cass soothed his raw skin, rubbing his hand in circles over Nicky’s bum. “The next time someone offers you alcohol, what are you going to say?”

“No! No, no no no no. No alcohol.”

“I’ll also be taking the two punches from your card that you earned this morning.”

“No,” Nicky shouted.

“Yes,” Cass insisted. “Naughty boys don’t get prizes.”

His tears tugged at my heart, but I was more concerned about myself. His spanking was over, which meant that it was now my turn.

Cass wiped off his hands on a rag Sam handed him, and Nicky collapsed on his belly, a sobbing, snotty mess. Sam picked up the bottle of lube, walking closer to me.

“I wish I could tell you this was going to hurt me worse than it’s going to hurt you, but I’m not a liar. It’s definitely going to hurt you much worse,” he promised.

Fucking fuck. Why couldn’t I find myself a nice,sweet Daddy like Nicky had? Sam was a fucking delinquent. I could see it twinkling in his eyes.

“I can’t tell you how long I’ve waited to tan your fucking ass raw. All those times you snapped at me over the years, shot your smart mouth off at me, smirking, like you thought you got away with it. It’s time for me to collect my due. Bend over,” he said with absolute finality.

I crawled on my hands and knees, spreading my legs for him so he could at least enjoy watching my balls dangle with each smack of his hand.

“Sit up, Nicky. Wipe your tears and sit up. You’re gonna watch him take his licks.”

Fuck, all eyes were on me. I was already hard, and he hadn’t even struck me yet. When he began to rub the lotion into my skin, I almost sighed with satisfaction and pleasure. But the pleasure was short-lived. The smack came out of nowhere without warning.

“Count,” he barked.

“One.” He smoothed his palm over my cheek again before delivering the second blow. “Two.” It stung, and after the third smack, I could feel heat gathering on my skin. “Four,” I counted, dying to crawl away from his hand.

He delivered the fifth and six blows on the other cheek, making both sides hot with fire. “You should see how gorgeous your ass looks. I should beat you more often.”

My heart raced with adrenaline and fear. Would Ibe able to take all ten? Would he even stop at ten? “Seven,” I shouted when he struck me again. Tears gathered in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. “Eight!”

“So tough,” he murmured, smoothing his hand over my ass. “So brave.” His ninth smack landed half on my balls, and I cried out, my body tensing from the blow. “I would love to tie these off and smack them,” he mused, caressing my sac.

Fuck no. Cock-and-ball torture wasnotmy bag.

“Another time, perhaps.”

“Nine,” I shouted when his hand connected with my ass. My voice sounded hoarse. I was struggling not to cry. My ass was on fire, but I refused to beg him to stop.

“Do you care where the last one lands?”

Nope, as long as it was the last fucking one. “No sir. Wherever you think I deserve it.”

“What a pretty answer,” he said, trailing his finger through my slick cheeks. His palm cracked over my ass, the most brutal slap yet, and my knees nearly buckled before I caught myself.

It was a good thing the couch was made of leather, because my cock was dripping on it. The next sensation I felt did bring me to my knees. The wet glide of his tongue through my crease, drifting over my hole. His lips over my sensitive flesh were as soft as a whisper, a soft caress that set my nerve endings on fire.

“Are you gonna fuck me?”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He chuckled. “What makes you think I would reward you after what you did? Cass and I are going ashore for supplies. I expect you two to get cleaned up. Change the sheets on the guest bed for the new passenger tomorrow, and tidy up their cabin. When you’re finished, I want you to sit on your raw asses, no standing.”

Cass laughed, and I hated how much they were enjoying our discomfort. “If you can behave yourselves while we’re gone, the rest of your night might go a lot better.”

Nicky seemed to brighten at that. I knew he was dying to explore the island. “Yes, sir.”

Cass sat next to Nicky. He slid his arm around his shoulders, pulling him into his side. “Your slate is wiped clean right now, little one. You can begin earning punches on your card again. Think of how much you want that stuffie. Don’t let your cousin lead you down the wrong path,” he warned, smirking at me.

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