Page 68 of Who's Your Daddy

“Yes.” Daddy sounded gruff but he went back to running his hand over my bottom. “Daddy’s going to help you remember that you’re his good boy.”

I liked learning.

And Daddy’s next spank said he liked helping me learn too because we both made happy sounds as I moaned and rocked on his lap.

Daddy whispered something about me looking sexy but he growled out a frustrated sound as he spanked me again. “The naughty flirt touched my boy’s bottom.”

No giggling.

No giggling.

I was supposed to be sorry for being naughty.

“Sorry, Daddy.” Oh, I was going to have to work on making that sound more believable. But I’d do that later because it made me look naughty and got me another spanking. “Oh, Daddy.”

Eventually, I’d promise to be a good boy…but not yet. I had to learn my lesson first.

“I’m going to have to make your bottom nice and pink and help you remember who it belongs to.” Daddy spanked me again as happy fireworks and party sounds went off in my head. “Everywhere he touched, naughty boy.”

Yay.

Uncle Alonzo had wandering hands and Daddy made sure to spread his spanks out everywhere just like he’d promised. He made my whole bottom happy and tingly and wiggly. Daddy was very thorough.

Planner Daddies were great.

“And right there because I saw you smiling at him by the grill when he patted your bottom.” Daddy managed to sound gruff and frustrated as he spanked low on my cheek, but I’d seen him giggling with Carlo and Sergio and Orlando.

They’d liked teasing Daddy.

And if this was going to be my reward for teasing Daddy, I liked it too.

He was even making me moan and wiggle every time he squeezed my bottom. “Yes, you need lots of help remembering who you belong to.”

Daddy.

I belonged to Daddy and he was going to keep me.

I was his boyfriend and his cute boy and his naughty boy too.

“And one of the best ways to help a naughty boy remember to be good is a reward when he finally learns his lesson.” Daddy’s slicked thumb pressed over my hole and he gave me a spank with his other hand. “But only when a naughty boy knows who he belongs to.”

Daddy.

I tried to say that but another moan got in the way.

Then I got in the way because I humped Daddy’s lap again and pushed his thumb inside me. That scrambled my brains and chased the thoughts away.

Poof.

All gone.

But it left more moans for me, and less thinking meant more happy feelings.

Daddy’s thumb was so long.

His hand was so firm.

“Let me hear you, little slut. Tell me who you belong to.” Daddy’s growled-out order came with another spank.

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