Page 66 of Lost Boy

“Yes sir.” Mitch’s eyes had glazed.

“This is what we’re going to do,” Byron said. “I’m going to carry our stuff inside. We’re going to go into the bedroom where you will strip. Then you’ll be going over my lap.”

Mitch licked his lips.

“I’m going to remind you that you belong to me.”

“Yes, Daddy. Please.”

“Stay there.” Byron turned back to the bike and removed the saddlebags. He stepped back up to his boy. “Follow me.”

The front door was unlocked. Byron led Mitch through the guesthouse to the master bedroom in the back. He set the bags by the door before he sat on the mattress.

“Strip boy.”

Mitch nodded.

There was no hardship watching Mitch peel off each piece of new clothing. Mitch laid his clothes over the chair beside him without having to be told.

Once he was naked Byron patted his lap.

Mitch walked over to Byron and laid himself over Byron’s knees. “You are not in trouble. I’m doing this so you’ll remember that you belong to me. Every part of you is mine.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“You are my good boy.” Mitch relaxed, melting into the bed. Perfect. Byron lifted his hand and brought it down on Mitch’s right cheek.

Mitch

Mitch’s butt was still warm and tingling. He loved it. Byron had let him zone out and rest after his spanking. Byron had unpacked the stuff he’d brought as Mitch had watched from the bed. His paci in his mouth, still fully naked.

Now dressed back in his pull-up, jeans, and white long sleeve Henley, Mitch was trying to keep his nerves at bay. He wanted to make a good impression on Byron’s friends. Byron fit in with his group of friends so well. It would be nice if he could show Byron’s friends that he was good for Byron. He wanted approval.

“Sit down so I can put your shoes on.”

Mitch sat on the couch as Byron stepped in front of him.

“My shoes?” Byron had his shoes and a pair of socks in his hand.

“Yes. My boy gets to wear his shoes. I’m also clipping your paci on your shirt.”

Thank Goodness. With his pacifier, Mitch wouldn’t have to make conversation.

“Foot.” Byron patted his knees.

Byron finished getting Mitch ready and helped him stand. Mitch ran his gaze over his Daddy’s outfit. Leather pants, a long sleeve shirt, and his boots. He looked amazing. Which brought back some more of Mitch’s insecurities. It wasn’t Byron’s age that bothered him. It was his.

Colin must be in his mid-twenties. Younger than Mitch by several years. Mitch knew he wasn’t anyone’s typical definition of a boy. He didn’t want Byron embarrassed by him.

“Enough thinking,” Byron ordered. He picked up Mitch’s paci and put it in his mouth before clipping it to his shirt. “I will pull you over my knee again if I need to. You might be enjoying it now, but another round and you won’t enjoy it tomorrow on the bike.”

Mitch nodded. Byron was right. He liked being spanked but if they were going to ride the bike much more, he wouldn’t be comfortable.

“Good boy.” Byron kissed his forehead.

Mitch sucked harder on his paci. He needed to trust Byron. They were there to enjoy each other. Byron would never take him somewhere he wasn’t safe.

“Jacket.” Byron held up Mitch’s new leather jacket.

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