Page 18 of My Young Alpha Daddy

THWACK!

CRACK!

THWACK!

CRACK!

THWACK!

CRACK!

‘How does that feel, boy?’ Rafa bellows, his relentless accuracy and swift pace make me squirm and squeal. ‘But I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson just yet.’

THWACK!

CRACK!

THWACK!

CRACK!

THWACK!

CRACK!

‘Daddy, I’ve learned my lesson! I’ve learned my lesson!’ I call out, gripping onto Rafa’s lower legs for support as my buttocks feel like they’re about to burst into flames. ‘Please! I’ll be a good boy in future! Please!’

But Rafa knows that if I truly wanted to stop, I’d use my safeword.

This Daddy Dom isn’t going to stop spanking me untilhethinks I’ve had enough. I’m a submissive Little, it’s not my call to make.

Rafa fires off another six spanks, one for each of my throbbing, radish red cheeks.

‘And one more for good luck,’ Rafa bellows, his masculine voice bouncing off the walls. ‘Perfecto!’

I feel drained, shocked, but also totally satisfied.

Rafa took his hand to my tush and taught me a lesson – and I hope it’s not the last time it happens either.

But right now, the time for punishment is over.

Before I know what’s going on, and with my heart still beating hard, Rafa picks me up with ease and carries me into the bathroom.

Laying me down on the soft, fluffy rug in the center of the room, Rafa quickly strips me naked and turns me onto my front.

To my delight, Rafa then applies a much needed thick layer of cooling cream onto my ass.

‘How does that feel?’ Rafa asks, his stern voice gone and now replaced with something far softer, more nurturing than before. ‘Was everything okay with the spanking? You took an awful hard one for a first try.’

‘Thank you, Daddy,’ I say, my voice soft and calm. ‘’It did hurt…alot. But I knew I deserved it. And Daddy knows best.’

‘Good boy,’ Rafa says, massaging the cream deeper into my cheeks, taking care not to overdo it and put my butt in any more pain. ‘This cream is the best of the best. A fellow Daddy recommended it.’

‘It feels good,’ I reply, my mind clear and feeling of real relaxation coming over me. ‘Maybe you could moisturize it all over me?’

‘Ha! Typical boy,’ Rafa laughs. ‘I guess being a bit older, you know what you like and you’re not afraid to ask for it. I like that. I like it a lot. Now why not turn over onto your back and we’ll see just how good this cream is…’

Rafa turns me onto my back and massages the cream over my soft, cuddly body. It feels good. And I love how much tender care Rafa takes as he works his hands over my flesh.

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