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I know the boy has his safeword and the trust between us is good.

I decide to give him four more swift cracks, only this time I won’t wait for him to request more.

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

‘That’s a good boy,’ I say, putting the paddle down and immediately reaching for the cooling cream from my pocket. ‘You took those like a real champ.’

‘T-t-thank you, Daddy,’ Eddie says, his voice quiet and serene. ‘It hurt a lot, but… I think I know that I have to tidy my toys away from now on.’

‘Well, that’s wonderful to hear,’ I reply. ‘Were you close to using your safeword? I know I went pretty hard there.’

‘No, I was okay,’ Eddie replies, flinching then cooing as I work some cooling cream over an especially red spot. ‘I know I can trust you. If I ever need to say my safeword, I will. Thank you for checking in with me about it though, it means a lot.’

It’s good to hear Eddie talk like this.

I know I can be intense – and I was worried for a moment that surprising Eddie with a paddling might be too much for him to handle.

But the reality is that Eddie took his medicine like a champ.

Eddie might not be a Mafia man like me, but he’s got more resilience and character to him than the vast majority of people I come across in the dark, dangerous world of crime that I exist in.

And that’s why I think Eddie might just be ready to face my next question.

It’s something I’ve had on my mind all week since the Luca Conte shooting.

It feels like it’s time.

I certainly know that I’m ready.

But the only question in my mind is whether the boy is ready for this kind of commitment…

Chapter 17

Eddie

My Daddy may be massaging cooling cream into my tenderized ass cheeks, but I can still feel each and every one of those paddle swats!

And I think from now on I’ll be a lot more careful about tidying up my toys when I’m through playing with them too.

Even though the paddling was hard, and I was holding on at moments toward the end, I still think Daddy could have gone harder.

Something tells me that now Daddy knows I can take a paddling, there will be plenty more like that to come for me soon enough.

Right now though, I’m enjoying the feeling of having some cooling cream massaged into my tush.

‘Daddy, I really promise I’ll keep my toys neater after I’m done with them,’ I say, wanting to make it clear to Nico that the paddling communicated the point to me. ‘Tidying up isn’t silly. I know that.’

‘That’s okay, baby boy,’ Nico replies, a real warmth in his voice. ‘Part of me thought you were sassing me on purpose to get a harder spanking. But of course… my plan was the paddle!’

I laugh.

Nico knows me so well.

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